#apparently there were jokes made about swimsuit skins for everyone ‘except they can’t take the warframe parts off so it wouldn’t change much

[tauforged]

i do have a confession to make though. as excited as i am about how good everyone’s customization options look so far (the hair channels are AMAZING. can we have that for operators/drifters please??????!!?!!?) i don’t think im going to want to mess with everyone else’s look too much…. like idk if im going to be playing with many of these color options. what if i want them to be able to pick out their own fun outfits. what then

[leiawritesstories]

No Swimsuits After Dark

Rowaelin Month, Day 14: Skinny dipping ;)))

Word count: 1264

Inspired by an actual sign on my relatives’ hot tub that says “No jumping, no diving, no swimsuits after dark.” Enjoy!

Warnings: language, implied sMuT, Fenrys Moonbeam

“Hell. No.”

“Hell yes!” Lysandra smirked. “Girl, you said you were up for anything. I repeat, truth or dare?”

Aelin sighed. “Remind me again why I got drunk enough to agree to this.”

Elide cocked her head at the red Solo cup in Aelin’s hand. “If that’s Lorcan’s punch…”

“Gods, you’re all horrible,” Aelin groaned. She took a long pull from the cup. “Fine, bitches. Dare.” 

An evil grin spread across Lysandra’s face. “You know the sign on the hot tub?”

“Yeah.”

“And you know how it’s like 1 am? Meaning it’s definitely dark?”

“No shit, I’m not drunk enough to be confusing night for…shit. NO.”

“YES. Hot tub, ten minutes, and since it’s after dark…no swimsuit.” She and Elide toasted each other and broke into an uncontrollable fit of giggles.

Aelin glared at her two best friends. “I hate both of you.”

“Nah, you loooooooove us,” snickered Elide. “Now strip and dip!” 

Lysandra spat out her drink. “Oh my gods, El, I’m stealing that phrase,” she wheezed. 

“Go ahead,” Elide grinned. “Ae, you gonna grow a pair and go skinny dipping or will we have to throw you into the hot tub?”

Aelin drained the rest of her drink and stood, pulling off her shirt. “I’m going, I’m going. Jesus, you think I wouldn’t take a dare? I am pretty damn drunk.” She tugged off her shorts when she got to the hot tub on the other side of the patio, leaving her underclothes with them. Quickly, not wanting anyone else to see her nude ass, she clambered into the tub, sighing as the hot water hit her skin. She closed her eyes, deciding to enjoy her impromptu soak in the hot tub rather than spend the whole ten minutes worrying another of her drunk idiot friends would stumble over and goggle at her. After all, the hot tub was gated off from the rest of the patio, and even though she’d left the gate slightly ajar, she didn’t think anyone currently at her house would be sober enough to remember it existed.

Not three minutes later, the gate squeaked open.

And a distinctly male, distinctly slurred voice, choked out a “Fuck.”

~

When Lorcan had asked Rowan if he wanted to go to Aelin’s house that night, he’d accepted like he always did, looking forward to another one of his best friend’s casual “family drinking nights,” as she’d coined them. 

Apparently this night was a joint girls’ and boys’ night, though, since Rowan had hardly got to say hello before Lorcan, Aedion, and Fenrys pulled him out to the fire pit for “bro time,” which meant shitloads of whiskey, too many shots, telling the stupidest jokes they knew until someone got hammered enough to laugh, and occasionally hearing drunk Lorcan moon over Elide. And, apparently, drunk dares.

He’d thought none of the wasted guys sitting around the fire pit could come up with anything worse than making Aedion steal the batteries from Aelin’s vibrator (a task that made Rowan blush red enough that he was glad for the cover of midnight darkness) until Fenrys aimed his empty bottle at him and slurred, “Go’shkin’dip.”

“The fuck, Moonbeam?”

“That translates to ‘Go skinny dipping in the hot tub,’ idiot,” Lorcan clarified. 

“Oh hell no!”

“Oh hell yes! What, don’t have the balls to do ten minutes alone in the hot tub? Might sober your drunk ass up, Whitethorn,” drawled Aedion. “After all, there is a sign posted on the gate saying that you can’t wear a swimsuit after dark.”

“Fine. I’ll go fucking skinny dipping. And then you, Salvaterre, can shove that bottle up your ass and see how long it takes for Elide to notice.”

Grumbling to himself, Rowan made it to the hot tub gate, barely noticing that it was ajar, dropped his shorts, and shoved the gate open. 

“Fuck.”

Already sitting in the hot tub, just as naked as him, was Aelin. 

His hands immediately covered himself, lest she see what his…reaction to seeing her nude in her hot tub was. 

Before he could back away, Aelin, her arms crossed over her chest, smirked at him. 

“You joining the party, Whitethorn?”

He was in the hot tub seconds later.

~

Sitting on the opposite side from her very drunk best friend, Aelin wondered if Rowan knew she’d seen exactly what he was trying to hide from her when he all but jumped into the hot tub. 

If she was maybe one shot drunker, she’d be the one jumping. But she had enough sobriety to tell herself that this was her best friend, no matter that she’s been madly in love with him for a long-ass time. Not to mention, she was drunk.

“Well…this is awkward.” Rowan finally broke the tense silence.

Aelin snorted. “Yeah. Part of me wonders if they set this up.”

“But everyone’s too wasted to have planned it.”

“Right.”

They were quiet for another moment, Rowan staring directly at her face, his eyes flickering with something Aelin didn’t want to name. 

“Ro, if you’re going to check out my rack, at least don’t try to hide it.”

His eyes jerked back to hers. “Your what?”

“My boobs, Rowan. Or are you too drunk to notice I have them?”

Those dark, green eyes dragged a path down her chest, stopping where the water hit her ribs. “I have never not noticed how hot your rack is. How gorgeous you are.”

Aelin’s breath caught. “You--”

“I’m drunk, Ae. You’re drunk. And drunk people tell the truest truths.”

“Then in the spirit of truth-telling, I am so fucking impossibly in love with you.”

It was his turn to go speechless. That emotion flickered through his eyes again, tinged with a darker flame. “You going to do something about it?”

Her lips were on his before he could smirk.

~

By the time Aelin strolled back over to the cluster of chairs on the patio, Lorcan, Aedion, and Fenrys had joined the girls. 

Elide, trying to hide that she was grinding in Lorcan’s lap, smirked at her. “That was a lot more than ten minutes, Ae.”

“Maybe I’m too drunk to tell time,” she grinned. “Much like you’re too drunk to be in public with your man.”

Rowan flopped down in one of the patio chairs. “Fuck, I need water. Ae, you got a water bottle?”

“Kitchen.”

“I can’t fucking remember where your kitchen is, Aelin.”

“And is that because you drank three whole bottles of shitty whiskey?”

“IT’S BECAUSE HE CAN’T REMEMBER ANYTHING EXCEPT YOUR--”

“Fen, if you finish that sentence, I will personally castrate and murder you, in that order,” Rowan growled. 

Aelin whacked Fenrys upside the head with a water bottle. “Get out of my house, Moonbeam. You’re not getting hungover on my couch again.”

He opened his mouth, probably to make another raunchy comment, saw everyone’s expression, and stood, weaving on his feet. “Lorky, will you drive me home?”

Lorcan and Elide stood on each side of him and headed for their car, calling out goodbyes. Aelin watched them go, shaking her head. 

Lysandra was smirking a smirk of pure evil delight. “Lorky.”

Aedion was wheezing. 

Rowan just grinned at Aelin. “Are you kicking them out, or am I?”

“Hey, hey, we’re leaving, no need to get territorial. I wouldn’t stay the night for all the money in the world, knowing that I’d hear you two on the other side of the house.”

She and Aedion were off before Aelin could swat her. 

Rowan tugged her into his lap. “Well, we’re alone now.”

“Mhmm.” And she fell asleep on his shoulder. 

Rowan chuckled as he walked her inside, telling little Whitethorn to calm down, they’d have plenty of time tomorrow. And the day after that. And the rest of their lives.

[hopelessly-me]

@winterhawkliveshere posted a photo of a man in a red running shorts... and I thought it was a swimsuit (oops!) so let’s play make-believe here.

Bucky ditched his backpack the moment he walked onto his floor and looked around. Everything was cleaned up and tidy, which wasn’t how he left it, and that’s how he knew Clint had been bored for the last week. Bucky smiled and shook his head before he walked to the bedroom and opened the door carefully. Empty.

Bucky had been out of the state for a week with Steve, on a “vacation” which would have been nice, but all that meant he was in charge of making sure Steve stayed out of trouble. He figured after all these years Steve would have figured out when to fight and when to turn his head- apparently turning his head was never an option. Thankfully, most of Steve’s fights these days meant arguing with people whose opinions didn’t match his own or people who would swing but at least now Steve could fight back properly. Bucky mostly just got to watch and mouth “sorry” a lot.

Coming home meant Bucky wanted nothing to do with anyone except for Clint. A week without terrible one-liners and jokes that always made Bucky crack a smile. A week without a warm body tucked against his own, calloused fingers kissing his skin as they both kept murmuring “five more minutes”. Bucky loved and hated how much he missed Clint whenever they were apart for longer than a few days.

“Hey FRIDAY, where’s Barton?” Bucky asked.

“Agent Barton is up on the roof,” the AI system informed him. “I do suggest if you go that you wear swim attire, sir.”

“Thank you.” Bucky checked the time- it was shortly after two in the afternoon. With a smile, Bucky changed into his swimming trunks and pulled on a rash guard shirt, making sure his left arm was covered before he sprayed himself with sunscreen and headed out.

Bucky was expecting to walk out to Clint laying out in a lawn chair, catching some sun. He expected to see miles of tanned skin with probably his Black Widow trunks on, or maybe his Captain America if he was feeling neglected, with those big purple sunglasses on. He would probably have the radio on, blaring some sort of music while he was either zoning out or asleep.

What Bucky didn’t expect to find was Clint lounging in a blow up pool that was likely four feet deep, floating on a purple raft with red swimming trunks on. Bucky was trying to decide how he had blown the thing up, let alone fill it with water. He wasn’t expecting Clint to be holding a margarita glass, a smirk on his lips as he looked at Bucky.

“Hey babe,” Clint called.

“... what the hell?” Bucky asked before he walked over. “How the hell did you do this?”

“With sheer patience and a will to swim on a roof,” Clint answered before he pushed his sunglasses up. “That and I wanted to piss Tony off. He hasn’t found out about this yet.”

Bucky couldn’t contain his laugh. “That bored?”

“You have no idea,” Clint grumbled. “There is another raft. Blow that baby up and come join me.” Bucky snorted and folded his arms on the side of the pool and set his head down on it. “Okay, you cannot tell me that you don’t want to. It’s a million degrees out. And you like screwing with Supermom and Superdad as much as I do. And you can’t tell me that Steve wasn’t a handful this week.” Clint pulled his glasses back down. “Join the dark side, Bucky. We get angry faces while getting to sip margaritas.”

“Okay but where can I get one of those?” Bucky asked and Clint grinned.

Sure, Bucky knew that at some point they were going to get caught. If they weren’t careful, it was going to be sooner rather than later, and Bucky wanted to soak this in as long as he could. So he left long enough to grab himself a drink, balancing two more on the side of the pool, and he climbed on top of a raft and laid in the sun with Clint.

They only went inside to change quickly, took a shower so they didn’t smell like chlorine, and behaved in front of their friends at dinner. Bucky’s mind was on the pool, laying on a raft, floating next to Clint, their fingers tangled together. He could still hear Clint’s laugh over his own coughing and sputtering after Clint swore that they could both lay on the raft. Bucky could still feel Clint’s hands tangled in his hair, his body pressed against Bucky’s while Bucky’s back dug into the edge of the pool which he wasn’t going to complain about. He caught Clint’s eyes, and his boyfriend smiled and gave him a nod before he threw himself back into the conversation.

As soon as dinner broke up they escaped to Bucky’s floor and quickly changed back into their swimsuits. Clint pulled Bucky back into the elevator before he tried to rotate them so he could get Bucky against the wall. Bucky pushed Clint back and kissed him until the doors finally opened back on the roof.

The sun was setting by the time they both settled back into some tubes. Bucky had taken the chance to grab some floats from the relaxation pool, Clint cheering when Bucky came back. Bucky was currently sitting in the center of a rubber duckie, while Clint had stolen the unicorn the moment Bucky had thrown it in. They watched the sunset together, their hands linked together, their feet occasionally knocking into the other’s. Bucky was sure at this point they were both washed with a sense of peace as he rubbed Clint’s hand with his thumb.

“You know… we should get one of these,” Bucky commented.

“Uh- what?” Clint asked. He looked over at Bucky, the sunset casting an orange glow to his face.

“A pool. When we decide that we’ve fought the good fight and we decide to settle down, we should get one of these,” Bucky explained. “Above ground, in ground, I don’t really care. But we could do this whenever we wanted to.”

“You thinking about the future there, babe?” Clint asked. “Thinking about us?”

“I’m always thinking about us,” Bucky answered. “And I know you do too.”

Clint smiled and looked back at the sunset. “Yeah, I guess I do,” he answered. “You know how I said you should wait for the perfect time?” Bucky looked over at Clint. “I think this might be the-”

The door opened up and Tony strolled out. “Oh no, he caught us,” Bucky commented.

“Hi guys,” Tony said, short and sweet.

“Oh no, he is using that tone that means we are in trouble,” Clint said with a gasp, his hand squeezing Bucky’s three times. “Should we try to run?”

“Maybe.”

“So funny,” Tony commented. “Two items up for discussion.” Steve strolled out next.

“Awww man, not dad too,” Clint whined. “Bucky, drown me. Drown me.”

“Dad too?” Steve asked.

“... are you referring to me as- no, stay on track,’ Tony said sternly. “Number one!”

“Oh God, he is listing them,” Bucky commented, feeling his grin spreading as Clint snickered.

“There is a rule about pools on the roof,” Tony said, ignoring Bucky’s comment. “Mostly because if there is a storm and this baby goes flying, guess who is getting sued?”

“I superglued it to the roof, it’s cool,” Clint said. Even Bucky looked over at Clint as Tony started stammering over his own words. “Just kidding. Got’cha!” Bucky snorted and let go of Clint’s hand, holding it up for his boyfriend to give him a well earned high five. Tony’s face was almost the color of a stewed tomato.

“Second,” Steve said calmly. “If you two want to, uh- participate in adult activities-”

“Just say sex, Steve,” Tony said.

Bucky stared at them before he realized what they were referring to and his face heated up instantly. Clint, however, looked perfectly fine. He looked between the three of them before he shrugged. “In all fairness, everyone here has seen me naked. And everyone should see Bucky naked because I mean… damn.” That certainly didn’t help Bucky at all.

“Didn’t want to see that,” Steve pointed out.

“The pool comes down before you both come inside for the night,” Tony said, pointing at the pair. “No more pools on the roof.”

“No more sex on the roof,” Steve added.

Clint flinched. “Oh man, out of everyone in the universe, the only person I don’t want to hear that word out of was Steve and he said it. Now it just feels gross and wrong.”

“Very funny, Clint,” Steve called as he walked back to the elevator. “Keep it up and maybe we’ll talk about it.”

“That’s cruel and unusual punishment,” Clint called back. Tony waved to them before the elevator door closed. “So… we got caught.” He looked over at Bucky and smiled one of his bright, sunshine worthy smiles. “What do you say we stay out here all night, turn into prunes, and see Tony’s reaction in the morning?”

“One of us is going to drown,” Bucky pointed out.

“Nah, we’ll take shifts. View this like an official Avengers mission now,” Clint said with determination. “I want to see Tony piss himself and Steve’s scowl face when they ask why the pool is still up, and then have to watch the video of us staying here all night.”

Bucky pulled on Clint’s hand to bring him closer and carefully leaned over. Clint did the same so they could kiss very quickly, trying not to tumble off their rafts. Bucky sighed and looked up. “One of these days I am going to convince you to marry me and then we are moving out of the city, live some quiet life that’s going to drive us both crazy, and I am never going to stop loving you.”

“Honestly?” Clint asked, squeezing Bucky’s hand and licking his lips before he relaxed into his thoughts enough to say them out loud. “Not sure it’s going to take that much convincing.”

[ahgasescenarios]

Truth Among Lies- Taeil ANTM! Au

Word count: 2.5k

Genre: fluff

Request: Can I request a Taeil scenario where the main character is on Asia's Next Top Model and there's this challenge that you're doing a photoshoot with NCT2018 by @joeyburritooo

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I struggled a bit to write this (I didn't really know how to describe the show in writing), but I hope it lived up to your expectations. Enjoy reading and let me know what you thought! (Had to repost because of technical difficulties)  Love you all, thanks for the constant support:)

Some people draw, some people write, some people dance. We all have our hobbies: our very own way of escaping reality. It's our own safe haven, a time when we don't have to worry about what tomorrow's got in store, but rather just enjoy the present.  

For you, it was modeling. You had been a model ever since you were a young girl and you had loved every second of it, from the makeup artists pampering your face with expensive products to the stylists dressing you in the latest collections of world-renowned designers.

They called you a natural. You always had fun on set, lighting up the entire room as a result. Photographers loved that about you, especially since you always came through with impeccable shots. From the moment you had first stepped on set, you had known you wanted to make modeling your career. You were prepared to work hard because you knew how harsh and demanding the industry actually was. In fact, it chewed up the weaklings and spit them out broken and discouraged.

You persevered though. You never let yourself give up on your childhood dream and so you went to countless castings and searched for opportunities for hours on end. And that's how you came across a casting call for Asia's Next Top Model.

You had shown up like you always did, walked like you always did and gotten home like you always did. You didn't expect much from it, it was quite crowd-pleasing and you didn't expect them to pick some average model like yourself (because everyone on there had some horror story that they qualified as their "past"). When you got a phone call to announce that you had made it to the top 16 contestants, you were beyond stunned.

Nevertheless, you packed your bags and flew to Thailand, where the show would be taking place. You had met Nadya and the other contestants, quickly bonding with some of them. A few rounds had passed and you had poured blood, sweat, and tears to stay in the competition, but you had managed to make it into the final 10.

You were all gathered in a room, awaiting Nadya's arrival. Rumor had it she was going to announce a big surprise for the upcoming challenge.

"Hello girls, how are you all doing?"

Everyone replied with a monotone "good".

"As you probably have heard, I have big news regarding this next challenge."

The girls whispered among themselves, trying to figure out what the surprise was before she announced it.

"Are any of you girls familiar with the K-Pop group called NCT2018?"

And now they were screaming. You covered your ears in an attempt to block them out, which revealed to be unsuccessful.

"Well, your next challenge is going to be your very own photo shoot with NCT2018."

Some were now even crying. Dramatic much, you thought.

"Now now, calm down. Each girl will be paired with a member or two and you will have to outshine them, or at least try to." At this, she winked. "I'm sure you're all very excited, so I'll let you girls get ready. See you then."

She waved before walking away.

"Oh my god I can't believe this! I hope I get paired up with Taeyong, he's so handsome-"

"Back off, Taeyong's mine!"

"Fine, but I want Jaehyun then."

"I want to get Winwin he's so dreamy, he's like a prince."

The room was downright chaotic by now and you wanted nothing more than to get out. Unfortunately for you, the cameras were still rolling so you had to fake your enthusiasm to fit in with the rest of the loonies.

***

"Hello ladies, my name is Sui Yan-Lin and I'll be your photographer for today. I'm sure you've heard about our special guests and are plenty excited for this photoshoot. A theme and a member (or two) have been assigned to you and I expect you to be professional about this, okay?"

"Okay."

It was pretty obvious that none of the models except you were going to be "professional". After the girls had calmed down, the photographer went around to give out the necessary information.

Apparently, you were going to be teamed up with a guy named Taeil for a swimsuit shoot. You weren't too psyched about having to wear such revealing attire. You weren't a prude or anything, but being half-naked in a room filled with 18 boys (or was it 16?) wasn't quite appealing to you. Although you were sure any of the other dumbstruck-girls would have killed to be in your shoes.  

You got dressed as quickly as you could, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible. You had enveloped yourself in a bathrobe as you awaited your turn. You had made sure to bring your earphones so you could relax before the shoot. A loud knock on the door interrupted your much-needed "me time".

"Come in." You shouted, irked by the disturbance.

A shy boy started making his way towards you. The moment your eyes landed on him, you knew you were doomed. At that moment, you understood why the girls were so infatuated with those boys because the one standing before you was absolute perfection (if that was even humanly possible). He wasn't very tall which only made him cuter. He had a gentle smile on his lips and you realized you had probably been staring with your mouth agape for a few minutes now.

"Uh, hi, I'm Taeil, the one you'll be doing the photoshoot with. I look forward to working with you."

He bowed politely and you did the same. You smiled kindly before he left and if he had missed the hearts in your eyes, he was probably blind. You felt the heat rush to your cheeks and you shook your head to stop yourself from blushing. You weren't one to blush easily, but Taeil seemed to have gotten under your skin (literally).

The moment he left the premises, you went to look for your closest friend on the competition, Shirai. She was a Japanese contestant with a similar background as yours and she too was not one for drama.

You didn't bother knocking, bursting in unannounced.

"Shirai, what do you know about Taeil from NCT?"

She scoffed.

"No "hello"? How rude."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I want to know more about my partner and I'm sure you have all the latest news about him."

"That, I do. But why do you want to know? Does someone have a little crush?" She said in a sing-song voice, resulting in an eye roll from your part.

"You know just as much as I do that I don't have time for romance, now tell me. Please."

"Well he's the main vocalist and he has an amazing voice, he's the oldest and also the shortest. I think that's all you need to know about your 'partner'."

She smirked, satisfied with herself. You thanked her and left, growing annoyed by her attitude.

"(Y/N), you're up next. Be ready in 5."  Some staff member shouted at you.

And that's when it hit you that you were only wearing a one-piece (which did not cover much) for this shoot. You mentally face-palmed yourself, having a feeling that it will be harder for you to deliver today. You took a deep breath and with one last look in the mirror, you were off.

You walked confidently (well, you tried) to the set where miscellaneous summer essentials were scattered. Taeil stood before you in casual clothing. How he looked so effortlessly good in minimal clothing was beyond you. You tried to keep a calm exterior when he smiled oh-so-slightly at you, in vain.

The photographer wasted no time in starting the photoshoot. You were used to this, so you weren't too worried about the turnout. Taeil's occasional hand coming to rest on your shoulder or waist never failed to make you shiver and doubt your ability to keep your cool though.

You were done before you knew it, thanking the photographer and Taeil for their time. You were sad to see him go as you were hoping to have a chance to talk to him after the shoot. You pouted and started walking towards your dressing room when Taeil himself intercepted you. He had a silky bathrobe in his hands which he handed to you shyly.

Your face lit up with the brightest smile he had ever seen and you thanked him for the kind gesture.

"Taeil!" The said boy turned around in the direction of the 3 boys calling out for him. He held up a finger to keep you from leaving and walked towards the boys. After some mumbling and nodding, he came back to you.

"They want me to go get coffee for everyone. Do you maybe, I don't know, uh wanna come with me?"

"Sure!" You answered quickly, too quickly for your taste.

You changed back into your original clothes and left. You walked side to side in a comfortable silence until he spoke up.

"I saw the final shots while you were changing and you looked so amazing, (Y/N). You're a really strong model even if I don't know much about modeling. I think you have a real shot at winning this thing."

"Thank you, Taeil. It really means a lot." You gave him a genuine smile. "I've heard you're a good singer, but I'm going to need proof to believe it."

You teased. He blushed as he was now the center of attention.

"How about you give me your number and I'll prove it to you then?"

He asked, surprised at his sly retort himself. Your jaw fell, astonished by his forwardness (which you didn't expect from such a shy individual). You gave him your number regardless, I mean who wouldn't?

You made small talk for the rest of the walk to the coffee shop. You were happy you got to know him at least a little bit and you secretly he would come through with his prior offer.

You helped him carry the many cup holders and you joked around until you got back. You found yourself wanting to stay in his company further. In such a strict competition, breaks were extremely rare. As they always reminded the candidates, anyone could be eliminated at any time which meant that rest wasn't on the agenda.

Most of the girls in this competition were fake and arrogant, so to have such a normal, genuine conversation with someone from the outside was quite refreshing. Especially since that outsider was ridiculously hot and a sweetheart, what more could you ask?

You were thankful for the distraction but sad that it would be short-lived. By the time the two of you got back to the building, they were wrapping up the final shoot which meant that the challenge would come to an end soon.

"Okay, that's a wrap everyone! Thank you for today, we will come back to you with the challenge winners soon. Feel free to relax in the meantime."

Everyone gave a round of applause for everyone who had helped make today's shoot happen. The contestants went back to their dressing rooms and you did the same. You listened to music while you waited and soon enough there was a knock on your door and a staff member beckoning you on set.

You were all gathered in a cozy room, awaiting the verdict. Nadya made her entrance in a beautiful gown, looking as ravishing as always.

"Good afternoon ladies. I'm guessing you had fun with this week's challenge?"

The girls screamed their approval, deafening you in the process. God, you hated fangirls.

"Now, let's invite the boys back in." She signaled to a staff member and the 18 member-group entered. Each boy went to stand beside their previous partner. You blushed (again) when Taeil made his way over to you, patting you lightly on the head.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"It's okay, you've got this."

You merely nodded, not as confident in your abilities as he was.

"You all did really well in this challenge, but there were two of you that stood out the most." Nadya paused, keeping the suspense alive. "Will Xiao and (Y/N) please step forward."

Your eyes widened at the mention of your name, but you stepped forward as asked.

"Xiao, the photographer was impressed with your use of your surroundings for this shoot. It is safe to say that you mastered the theme you were given. Good job."

Nadya smiled and turned to you.

"(Y/N), everyone agreed that you were the one who brought the most fun on set. You didn't overthink it and just had fun with it which earned you quite amazing pictures. Good job."

"And the winner of this week's challenge is..."

She paused once more and the room was completely silent for minutes (which felt more like hours to you).

"(Y/N)! Congratulations."

You gasped in disbelief. You jumped in joy, happy to have finally won a challenge.

"Now this means that you can't be eliminated at the next panel, but don't let that stop you from bringing your 110%."

You nodded frantically, overjoyed at your little victory.

"You can all return to the hotel and I will be seeing you at the next panel."

With one last smile, she was gone. Everyone had disappeared already too, except Taeil. He was standing there with a big smile on his face as if to say "I told you so". Before you could register what you were doing, you were hugging him tightly. He hugged you back the same way.

When you pulled away, you still had a smile plastered on your face. He couldn't help but smile back at the beautiful girl before him. He really did believe in you, even if you had met that same day.

Your smile faded when you realized his hand was still holding your waist. You looked up at him and he was already staring at you. His gaze faltered from your eyes to your lips and you knew where this was going.

"Can I?" He half-whispered.

You nodded, making him smile. His hands cupped your face gently and he brought your face closer to his until your lips were touching. The kiss didn't last long, but it was as sweet as you had imagined it to be. Taeil searched your eyes for any sort of hesitation and when he didn't find any, he dived back in for another kiss. He moved his lips this time and you melted under his touch even more. You pulled away only when you were out of breath.

"If that was my prize for winning, I should definitely win more often."

You smirked, wriggling your eyebrows at him. He burst out laughing, not expecting such a witty response to him kissing you. You smiled as you watched him laugh, thinking that you wanted nothing more than to see him laugh over and over again.

  He had then decided to walk you "home", hands intertwined during the journey. You had laughed more in those 15 minutes than you had since the beginning of the competition. It had been difficult and there had been times where you just wanted to give up and go home, but standing in the moonlight with Taeil gave you a new drive. You wanted to win this competition and you were going to try your hardest to achieve that goal. Because when you have someone rooting for you by your side, you can accomplish anything.

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You Trust Me, Right? pt. 2

Prompt: You’re a friend of Jacob’s–you’re basically his PA, like Harrison is with Tom. You’ve been able to hang out with them a lot and after a while, Tom started to develop feelings for you. 

Should we go for a part three and four?? Let me know. (I have something planned for two more, but I’d like to know if you’re interested.)

Warnings: fluff, some language

A/N: Requests are open! I will basically write anything (good luck finding something I won’t) and I can write for any of Seb’s characters (except Jack and Carter–I haven’t seen those yet) I can write Tom fanfic, Harrison fanfic, any marvel character, etc.

FEEL FREE TO MESSAGE/ASK/ANON

Part One     Part Three      Part Four

It took a total of five minutes upon walking into the hotel room for (Y/N) to collapse onto the bed. After having to land, a two hour layover, and then another anxiety ridden process of forcing herself back onto a plane and endure the whole thing over again, she was ready for food and a nap, unfortunately, they arrived in Singapore in the middle of the day. Sleep wouldn’t come for another eight hours and then who knows when she’d be able to wake up.

Everyone was tired and hungry but, for the most part, they were determined to make the best of their exhaustion and find anything relaxing to do around the hotel. It goes without saying that Tom, Harrison, and Jacob were much more devoted to this idea than she was. For some reason, when they booked the rooms, a block of three rooms on one end of the hall were chosen and then one single suite at the opposite end of the floor were given to them. She conveniently had the suite by herself at the opposite end of the building, meaning if any of the three boys needed anything, they had to seriously debate if it were worth getting up, walking all the way down the hall, and then having to go all the way back. This however was not to case when it came to their mission to stay awake.

“(Y/N)!” Jacob yelled. “(Y/N)! Open up!” She groaned loudly and dragged herself off the bed, trudging her feet across the room and opening the door.

“Hey, Harrison, Tom,” she smiled before turning toward Jacob. “What?” she grumbled as they locked eyes.

“There’s a pool,” he cooed while pushing past her and looking around her room. “Wow! You’re place looks way better than ours!”

“Yeah,” Harrison agreed. “We’re partying at your place tonight,” he teased as (Y/N) started to yawn. Tom was the last to enter and he pulled the door closed behind him then hurried toward Jacob who had already thrown open the balcony doors. (Y/N) caught her eyes drifting from the soft curl that hung along the base of Tom’s neck, down to his shoulders as they peeked around the tight tank top he had on, along his back, and finally landing on his small but cute ass.

“So you guys already changed into your swimsuits?” she asked, as she quickly tore her eyes from Tom and joined the boys at the balcony railing.

“We had to,” Jacob stated.

“Tom fell asleep as soon as he walked through the door,” Harrison added.

“I was almost there myself,” she grumbled before pushing herself away from the balcony and opening her suitcase. Tucked inside of a mesh pocket was a black two-piece swimsuit. She grabbed it and hurried into the bathroom where she stripped herself of her baggy clothes and slipped into the mid-rise bottoms and tied the swimsuit top around her neck, for some unconscious reason making it slightly too tight in order for her boobs to look bigger. When she finished, she pulled the oversized shirt back over her head and grabbed one of the bath towels draped over the rack on the wall.

“Ugh, you’re not swimming in that?” Jacob teased, remembering back to a time where she only swam in t-shirts because of continued jokes made at the expense of her body. It wasn’t her fault that her hips and breasts came in before anyone else in her class and yet she was ridiculed for it and ended up hiding her body for years because of it.

“I’m not going to walk through the hotel wearing less clothing than a hooker,” she snapped back earning a snort from Harrison and Tom.

“That would be entertaining,” Tom laughed as they walked out of her suite and toward the elevators. She tried to hide the light shade of red she could feel her face turning. Knowing that at some point Tom had liked her more romantically than as a friend has lead her to overanalyzing pretty much anything Tom said. This tidbit of information definitely wasn’t helping her psyche as she prepared herself to be practically naked in front of him as soon as they get to the pool.

As much as (Y/N) liked Zendaya, she was consistently jealous of the actress’s appearance. She was tall, slender, thin, all of the qualities that symbolize what a model should look like. (Y/N) on the other hand had struggled with the way she saw herself for the majority of her life. Whether it be from her parents joking about how she’d be ‘big as a house someday,’ the torment from being made fun of by the popular girls, as well as her consistent struggle to be healthy and look healthy while still seeming attractive, (Y/N) had suffered through it all. It was just recently that she started to accept herself and she didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of Tom.

Once they reached the floor that the pool was on, their jaws dropped.

“This is incredible!” Harrison gasped as the four gathered around some lounge chairs. The boys tore off their shirts an either eased their way in or threw themselves off the ledge and into the water.

“Hurry up (Y/N)!” Tom called as he waded through the water with Harrison and Jacob.

“No, wait!” Jacob yelled back. “Get my phone and take our picture!” (Y/N) turned around, grabbed Jacob’s iPhone, and slipped out of her shirt. She stood on the edge of the pool as the three guys gazed out over the Singapore skyline. She smiled as she took the photo and called back out to the guys.

“Got it!” At the sound of her voice the three turned around and Tom’s breath hitched in his throat. As soon as his eyes landed on her skin, his heart jumped and he was hooked. She was enticing; the curve of her hips slipped into the warm water, the way she pulled her arms up, keeping them from getting wet when she wadded in and the pool playfully lapped water against her breasts. 

“Shit,” Tom huffed as she wadded toward her friends.

“Thanks for joining us,” Jacob joked.

“We needed another person for chicken,” Harrison called out as soon as she reached them.

“Dibs on Haz!” Jacob called again.

“I guess that means you’re on me,” Tom snickered before disappearing under the water, slipping his head between her legs, and resurfacing. She balanced delicately on his strong shoulders and Tom quickly grabbed her thighs, steadying her on top of him. Her hands slipped across his head as she pushed his hair back. He couldn’t help the feeling within him as she played with his hair while they waited for their opponents.

“Hurry up,” (Y/N) shouted. “It’s getting chilly up here!” Harrison awkwardly put his leg up over Jacob’s shoulder and then Jacob sank further into the water so Haz could more simply sit on his shoulders. Almost immediately Jacob and Tom started to rush toward one another. As he moved, Tom’s grip on (Y/N)’s thighs became tighter and tighter as his hands moved further up her legs. She managed to wrap her legs under his arms and hook her feet on his back and his hands were getting dangerously close to the hem of her swimsuit, his thumbs starting to caress her upper thighs, just below her ass.

In that moment she hated that she had learned of some Schrodinger’s Cat like scenario regarding Tom’s feelings toward her, but the more she thought about the what being with Tom would be like, the more she wanted to entertain the thought of him still having these feelings for her. She wanted to be called darling and love, she wanted to have early morning walks with Tessa and wouldn’t mind being tested by Harry, Sam, and Paddy. The idea of dating Tom was starting to grow on her and she couldn’t help but think that everything that’s happened in the last few hours has been deliberately and meticulously planned to push them closer.

The more she thought about it, the more likely it was that Harrison didn’t absolutely have to show Jacob a video on his phone the second they got on the plane. Also, she knew better than to gullibly believe Jacob would want to be on Harrison’s team since she and Jacob had been the reigning champions since Harrison’s twentieth birthday party. Apparently, defending the tile of Chicken Fight Champions wasn’t as important to him as setting up Spider-Man and Bagel Bitch. 

Usually, Harrison was on bottom and Tom was on top so (Y/N) was always used to Tom’s weaknesses like the fact that, if she could get close enough, his sides were incredibly ticklish, or that if she leaned back far enough, he’d fall right over Harrison’s head. She didn’t know Harrison that well and Tom wasn’t used to having to be on bottom. Jacob easily swept Tom’s feet from out from under him and the pair went down.

Seeming to understand the reason they lost, Tom resurfaced and pulled (Y/N) close to him and whispered in her ear, “Harrison can’t bend his fingers back very far.” The sly smirk on Tom’s face caused her lips to curl toward the sky.

“Jacob has terrible balance in standing water–he’s used to the ocean and fighting waves,” she said in reply. Tom smiled again as his dark, cheerful eyes connected with hers until his head disappeared underwater as he swam beneath her, strangely overexcited to have her thighs on either side of his face. He started to lift her onto his shoulders once more, this time making sure to playfully grab her butt, hoping it would be a subtly hint at wanting to take their friendship to a different level.“Even if you go under, don’t let go of me,” she quickly added.

“Are you sure about this?” Tom asked.

“You trust me, right?” she questioned while tossing a playful smirk in his direction. Tom smiled so brightly hearing the words he said to her flow out of her mouth in her enchanting voice and charged toward Jacob and Harrison, confident in (Y/N)’s ability to get them a win as well as his own ability to win her over.

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A Chronicle of All the Fashion Shows I Saw, Missed and Loved

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A Chronicle of All the Fashion Shows I Saw, Missed and Loved

I’ve tempted fate one too many times during past fashion weeks and skinned a few too many of my teeth in the almost-late process. It finally caught up with me. On the rainy morning of Monday, September 10th, late to Wes Gordon’s debut at Carolina Herrera and got locked out of the show.

I was pissed. The show was at the New York Historical Society, which I wanted to see the inside of. On top of that, I’d planned to cover Carolina Herrera, and not being there in person to experience the lights and the sound and the general ambiance made me nervous I’d have no real feelings about it.

Turns out I am the rainbow cake girl from Mean Girls this week, because I had plenty of feelings about it, and about a few other shows I didn’t actually attend…and I managed to save some for the shows I did sit at! Details below.

Monday, 10 a.m.

Carolina Herrera Spring 2019

I look at fashion shows the way I read magazines: back to front. So when I got to the office after my commute of shame and opened Vogue.com, my first impression of Wes Gordon’s Carolina Herrera really started with look #43: a four-tone stripe tent (compliment) with an off-the-shoulder ruffle and a flower exploding its own petals in a fit of “loves me, loves me not.” Then came look #40, with a curved arc up toward the clavicle and molten sunshine satin fabric melting below. As the collection subdued, ever so slightly, toward the technical front, I imagined a Carolina fan in the audience’s excitement growing as she liked what she saw — especially, unexpectedly, the knee-high boots with embroidered flowers — but had no idea what to expect next. We’d meet somewhere in the middle, around look #24, perhaps, lock eyes at the marigold gown covered in a leopard-spot-print of red flowers, simultaneously register our appreciating for the menswear-esque top’s silhouette (a nod, maybe, to her classic white shirt-plus-ball-skirt combination) and proclaim together, “Yes!”

Wes’s version of Carolina no doubt leans a just a little bit younger (the blazer-coats, the shorts, the mini skirts) but if youthfulness is a state of mind and the numbers are just for candle-adorning purposes, than these clothes are for his customers of all ages. I think they’re going to be very excited.

11 a.m. – 3 p.m.

I’m at the office. I write some emails, eat a kale-bowl thingy with sweet potato hash and a poached egg, drink half an ice coffee, attend a short meeting, do some work-work, and then OFF I DASH, en foot, to 3.1 Phillip Lim, located in a high school about a 15-minute walk from our office.

3 p.m.

3.1 Phillip Lim Spring 2019

We’re on the roof of a high school, which is giving me flashbacks, and reminding me that everyone, including another Philip (Philip Ellis), has been telling me to watch To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before. It’s my main plan for this evening.

And now, a two-sentence review of Phillip Lim: The slight drizzle that steadied during Phillip Lim’s Spring 2019 collection was weirdly perfect given that he’s going one step past the bucket hat and full-on into fisherman headgear. As for the clothes, they’re perfect for a summer city staycation, but they wouldn’t mind if you brought them (the silver coat in particular) to Burning Man.

4 – 7 p.m., back to the office

Hello! Here I am, back in the saddle. I picked up a weird salad on my way back from Lim. It was weird because it was more bacon than lettuce, so also kind of a blessing. I can’t focus on work yet, so I use this time to catch up on Rodarte and Chromat online.

Set in a graveyard on a rainy Sunday, Rodarte’s Spring collection show looks like it would have given me goosebumps had I been there in person. There was a beautiful, romantic melancholia to the whole production that carried over into the photos (either everyone who posted on Instagram caught the hazy effect of light and water just so, or there’s a new Huji in town), but pulled away from the wonderful drama, I could see any of these pieces worn by the happiest of person, like a bride, on the happiest of days, like a wedding — or an attention-grabbing attendee! Or someone very excited to pick up their unicorn’s groceries. Either way, it was a lesson in pure candy fantasy. And a really nice work break.

Out of the woods and into the water: Chromat. In addition to her fantastic casting that, season after season, proves to the industry there are 8 million ways to be beautiful and make clothes look aspirational, she turned the self-conscious coverup beach tee on its head, then soaked it in water, confidence and sex appeal. She told Vogue it was a reimagining of “throwing a ginormous shirt over your swimsuit at the pool because you’re too embarrassed to be seen … to take that moment of vulnerability and make it something to be proud of.” If you’ve ever wondered what the “point” of a runway show is, I’d say Becca’s makes the case for the importance of a stage.

7 – 11 p.m.

Home to watch To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before and eat pizza from this gluten-free pizza place called Wild. The pizza is AN HOUR AND A HALF LATE (way worse than my timing to Carolina, okay) and I’m starving so I eat an entire bag of full-gluten everything bagel chips. The movie is perfect. I, like every other person on this planet apparently, am in love with Noah Centineo.

Tuesday, 6:30 a.m.

Oh look, it’s morning! Nothing to see here folks, other than my Artist’s Way morning pages, 15 minutes of not very good meditation, teeth brushing, varied attempts at writing a few stories I have do (writer’s block has been at an all-time high this week, bad timing) and other general boring morning stuff.

At 9:55 I haul ass to the 1 train, stand too close to the platform because I’m impatient and can’t get it out of my body that leaning into the dark abyss won’t make the train come, when a woman I don’t know gently scolds me (lovingly, or as much as a stranger can muster) for doing so. She’s right, though! I vow to be a changed woman.

10 a.m.

Oscar de la Renta Spring 2019

Time for Oscar de la Renta, which was partially a lesson in How to Look Really Chic While You Travel (with a blanket and socks in your carryon if you get cold), but largely a reminder that glamour is alive and well — or it could be if we all stopped wearing workout clothes to dinner and spent more time inside the heads of Laura Kim and Fernando Garcia. Their take on Oscar de la Renta this round isn’t 100% what I associate the house with, and from watching Monse a few days earlier, it’s clear they’re two designers who are growing and changing. But that’s what fashion is about, right? And how boring would it be if all they did was the same old thing?

Some of the dresses were so dramatic that I almost felt redeemed for missing Carolina yesterday (I’m not going to Paris, so this is just in case there’s a glamour quota I was supposed to be hitting during fashion week). Also alive and well, I am so happy to say, are little straw hats for your little square handbags, and flat sandals with raffia fringe all around, like that of a deconstructed straw hat brim. Shuffle, shuffle.

Now off I go, to the 1 train, back home.

11:30 a.m.

I’m eating last night’s leftover pizza and chugging water while working. Get lost in an email black hole. And then, like it’s groundhog day, I leave my apartment, get back on the 1 train, get off at the same stop, and head to the same studio that Oscar was in, this time for Tome.

1 p.m.

To quote our one-sentence review (which, don’t forget, has its own Highlight on our Instagram!) of Tome: “Dip-dyed and faded sherbert-colored happy sunny sweet breeze clothes to combat a rainy mood, or, to dream about for next summer.” Okay I’ll take it.

2 – 3 p.m.

I have traveled far and wide to reach these parts by subway and my feet hurt. These old boots are not (here comes a joke you’ve never heard before) made for walking. I’m sitting at Coach and thrilled that the bench is a little too high, so my feet are dangling. It feels like sweet relief and makes me think of T. Wise’s bit about dangling feet:

“This obviously makes me think that it doesn’t matter how big or grown or serious a person might be: If they sit in a place where their feet don’t touch the floor, they look absolutely adorable. There are no exceptions to this rule: Football players, supermodels, soldiers, reverends, rappers, I don’t care. Adorable.”

I couldn’t see so well from my seat, but upon close online review, I’d call the collection a cross between West World meets your favorite childhood cartoons that says “PrairieCore isn’t going anywhere, but it might get a lot less sweet and a little more everyday-vampire.”

4 p.m.

They gave us popsicles after the show. I eat mine on the subway ride home, change into sweatpants upon arrival, clean up my apartment that got weirdly messy out of nowhere, and start writing all of this.

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