#cause then i get to wear those 500 sweaters

[redheadspark]

Hawuu could i request Druig with 7 and 14 for your fluff prompt session

A/N - HAWUU! I think this request is adorable and it made me smile! Thanks for requesting this, my friend!

Borrow

Summary - Druig tends to lose his sweatshirt at times. But he knows where to look

Warnings - Just fluff for this one :)

"Okay, I know I brought it with me..."

Druig looked up from his spot where he had a small bag filled with his old clothes, a bit confused since he was looking for a particular sweater that he grew to love over the centuries. But the more he looked in his bag, the more concerned he was getting.

He thought he packed it. Didn't he pack it?

Druig was leaving hastily to go with the others to save the world, actually, he was dragging his feet really since the last thing he wanted to do was be back with them all. 500 years away from them in bliss amongst his people in the jungle was all that Druig ever wanted, but now he was back to square one.

Yet he wasn't alone in it.

He clicked his tongue and looked up, seeing the room out of his room barely open and the small shuffling of feet. Humming to himself, he left his bag on his old bed and walked out of his old room into the hallway. The familiar hum of the Domo Energy was once again evident as he moved down the hallway, having all of the memories of the past flood him again. Those moments were a mixture of good and bad, but this time it wasn't painful to be back there within the walls.

It seemed....still

Even after Ikaris nearly killed him, destroying the planet to have the Emergence begin and Tiamut awaken to cause more chaos, Druig was content where he was. The village was behind him, he was no longer needed there to protect them after all this time. His next chapter was back on the Domo, to seek out other Eternals that could be out in the universe. He was going to accompany Thena and Makkari, along with one other whom Druig saw in the meeting room of the Domo.

You, his wife of 600 years, wearing the very sweater he thought he lost.

It was a habit of yours to take his sweater, you simply loved wearing it when it was too cold in the jungle or when you needed something of comfort. One of the female elders in the village made it for him as an offering and gift in the mid-1950s, Druig was beyond grateful for the gift and took care of the garment as best he could.

However, you were the one who knew how to get the stains out when he wore the sweater during a building process or when he ate berries for dinner, so you stole it then and wore it at times.

It was a deep navy color, the blue complimented Druig very well when he wore it and brought out his pale skin and bright blue eyes. Yet Druig caught you at times wearing it when you did the laundry outside your little home or planting new seeds in a row out in the farmlands. It was a bit too big on you, the sleeves big around your wrists and the end beyond your hips.

Yet Druig would always watch you for a moment, noticing you in his sweater and thinking of how domestic and intimate it was for you to wear a piece of him. He adored it, never minding you wore it more than he did.

You wore it when you needed to have Druig close to you, whether he was physically there or not. In times of uncertainty, you wore it, in times of comfort and peace, in any kind of grief from the death of a villager you wore it. It was a part of Druig, from the color to the scent that was Druig and rubbed off on the material, you held it close and never wished to let it go.

There you were, on the Domo sometime after stopping the world from ending, wearing the navy blue sweater that has seen better days. A couple of frails here and there along the hems, and some lighter blues along the elbows and near the collar were seen.

But Druig thought you were breathtaking in it.

You were looking at the few trinkets that you brought with you in your own bag, the sweater hanging loose on you over the leggings you were wearing, and your bare feet touching the Domo floor. Druig leaned against the wall he was by, gazing at you for a few long moments as you were thumbing through a few books you stowed in your bag and some pictures that you took together as a couple.

"I've always loved that sweater on you," Druig hummed, you tearing your eyes away from your bag and sheepishly grinning at Druig. He walked over then, reaching out to pull you into his arms and breathed you in and you held him close. It was a lot for you two to leave the home you had for 500 years, to lose Gilgamesh and hear about Ajak's death, and to have the betrayal from Ikaris who was your family.

Druig always checked in on you throughout the whole process, making sure you were okay and in the right headspace. He was your protector and always has been since you two got together as a couple and even after you two were married. You were a protector too when it came to safety and defense, Druig knew you could hold your own. But he loved you, and that way he showed his love was in his actions with you.

"Maybe I tend to take your sweater far too much," You admitted into his chest as Druig just smiled.

"Nah, I like it on ya," Druig reassured you as he rubbed your arms soothingly with his fingers, "You look better in blue than I do,"

"That's not true!" You contorted back as you looked up at him, seeing him cock his head at you as you kept talking, "Your eyes are very blue in this sweater,"

"Well your hair is extra golden in the sweater, so I win." He replied, sticking out his tongue at you as you chuckled. Druig kept it light, not knowing what the future was going to be like. But as he kissed you with his finger twirling in the sweater that was made for him a long ago, he knew it was meant to be yours.

And your future was just as bright and filled with warmth as the sweater you were wearing.

The End.

Spring Prompt Session

Tagged - @a-lumos-in-the-nox @botanicalbarnes @heartofwritiing

[whumperwithwings]

BBU Community days April 16th/day 3: Rules

Words: Just over 500

Content: institutionalized slavery, BBU, oblivious whumper, experienced whumpee, lady whumper, self-deprecation for like one sentence, I think that’s it but tell me if I need to add anything else pls

“Okay. If we’re going to have a good time together, we’re going to lay down some ground rules.” The young lady in front of her new pet said, dressed in a white skirt and too-big pink sweater while she loomed over him, her long blonde hair drooping in front of her face.

“Yes, master.” The pet replied from where he kneeled on the floor, the box he had came in behind him. While probably years older than her, he had the air of meekness that was common for a pet that had been in the system for a long time.

“First off, can you ple-” She started to politely make a request of him, before stopping herself abruptly. “Stop calling me master. It sounds like you just got here five minutes ago and are still pre-programmed.”

Ignoring the fact that he had, indeed, just gotten here five minutes ago and was still pre-programmed, he dutifully replied “Yes, Ma’am.” She then immediately made a noise of disgust, prompting the pet to flinch away from her.

That was probably a bad noise, the pet thought to himself, thinking of a million things she might do to a pet that disgusted her not ten minutes after the men from the WRU left to go deliver other pets to their forever homes. If I were a better pet, I wouldn’t cause her to make such a bad noise.

“My gosh, that’s even worse!” She exclaimed, standing up straight “Don’t ever call me that. Call me… Miss. Miss is good.” Her voice took on a tone that was trying to be authoritative, while she used her entire five foot tall self to look down at the man kneeling beneath her.

“Yes, Miss”

“Now that we’ve got that out of the way, let’s do the other rules. No getting on the furniture without permission, no opening the fridge or the cabinets unless I tell you to, don’t touch my artwork under any circumstances, not even in a life-or-death situation, don’t interrupt me while I’m sleeping, what was the other one…” She trailed off, while the pet was relieved at the simplicity of her ruleset. He had rules similar to those before, and was prepared to deal with simple things like them.

His new master (Mistress? The pet wasn’t entirely sure) suddenly shot up, pointing two fingers in the air. “I remember! Wait here one second.” She said before rushing off, leaving the pet to obediently wait for her to come back. She did so a few minutes later, holding a box with wording he couldn’t make out on the sides.

“Sorry if it took me long, but my mom sent me this!” She said before pulling a pink piece of leather that the pet recognized instantly out of the box. “It’s in my favorite color, it’s very high quality, it even has your new name sewn onto it! Isn’t that nice?” She asked, seeming very pleased with the collar that her mother had brought.

“The last rule that I have: wear this at all times. That way, other people know that you belong to me!”

[kkujo]

or i could draw. me forgetting that drawing exists

[lyjikyu]

SEEING YOU IN HIS HOODIE ft. 하루토

inspired by this sweet sweet post (please if ur a jjk stan just like me and haven't read this??? u're missing out hunny <//3)

warnings: may not be accurate, but if you dont mind please keep reading luv ^_______^ grammatic errors are to be expected 😔

the moment he steps in the room and he sees you wearing his hoodie, the boy is shy shy shy.

like man, you look cute and his weak for you soooo

extra cuddly ?!??

would compliment you and suggest that you should wear THAT hoodie much often. 'cause baby, he doesn't want you stealing all of them, im sorry he likes wearing them himself okay?? 😩

if he's wearing a hoodie himself prepare for snugglessss

he would do this thing were he would just bury his face in your neck as he lets out a muffled yell because damn it! he cant take it anymore.

OKAY SO, if your smaller than this 6 ft 1 boy prepare for him gushing over your sweater paws. or the teasing he does just because you look like a little dwarf wearing his large hoodie and making it seem like its extra extra large.

also dont take the little dwarf in a bad way, he means you look cute and that's good !!! right?

ORR if ur like really tall, the same height as him, and his hoodie just perfectly fits you. man would he have that proud smile on his face.

would be extra extra whipped, cause you're?? just?? so??? ethereal looking??? ㅠㅠ

AND IT FITS YOU!! you may or may not be seeing his lawyer next week because you stole his heart 😔

probably would tell you to put your hood on and pull the string of it after because...why not he likes to have fun ㅠㅠㅠ

but if you get pissed off of it and start doing it with him. . you'll end up with a tree man chasing you around the room. sorry haru

tickles 😔 he will tickle you. BECAUSE! one: you look so gosh darn adorable, two: he gets exhausted trying to chase you around.

okay so did I mention that he would be so clingy??

oh your standing up from your seat to go to the fridge ? can he back hug you on the way there?? he doesn't take no as answer by the way and he doesn't care if it makes you walk weird and awkward ㅠㅠ.

cups your cheek with his one hand and kisses you on your forehead. bro is just so whipped

would probably take pictures of you. (and him y'know like those couples on pinterest??!?@)

saves it as his wallpaper after :pp

and if you refuse and cover your face with the hoodie?? no worries he WILL STILL take a picture of you and set it as his wallpaper.

but if you try to take his phone away from him to delete the pictures, you cant. 'cause if ur shorter than him, he'll just do that one cliché move where he raises his hand with the phone and make you jump for it, but if ur not he will just bolt to another room and lock the door.

his go to is the bathroom by the way. its the nearest he says.

in conclusion haruto is a simp for you. even if you don't wear his hoodies, he will still be whipped 24/7.

so no one shots for awhile since I just realized how INTO I am at writing headcanons for the individual members. also thank you for 500 followers again !! and to my moots' sweet words ya'll are the best I swear ( ･ั﹏･ั) <//3 (also tagging @tigeryoshii because she made me smile earlier and this is basically like my payment to that!!)

TREASURE MASTERLIST

[georgiapeach30513]

More Drysdale twins and Bladey, please? 👉🏻👈🏻

- can i be 🌻please?

They're just the sweetest.  Instead of an older Bladey, why not a sweet wittle Bladey.  I know it seems like Aster doesn’t like her brother...but she really does.

And yes!  From now on you’re 🌻anon

🖤🖤🖤🖤

I’ll Try

Summary:  You and your three babies

Pairings:  Reader X Aster, Iris, Blade Drysdale

Rating:  FLUFF

Warnings: Aster and Iris, the sweetest baby Bladey, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  500

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Blade Drysdale Masterlist

A tiny little Blade snuggles a wee bit closer to Aster, his scrunchy little face let’s out a yawn, and she can’t help but giggle at him.  “Mommy, look.”

“I see baby,” you coo at all three of your babies.  Iris gently runs her fingers over his hair, but Aster can’t get enough of his face.  “What do you think now of your brother?”

“He’s okay,” she presses soft little kisses over his sensitive skin.  Her eyes moving over his face constantly.  “Can he sleep in the bed with us?”

“No, he’s gotta sleep in his own bed.”

Her eyes still look over his face, and Iris leans forward to give him a kiss.  Blade yawns and his little voice does a chirp, causing Aster to hold her breath.  Eyes wide until he settles back, “What was that?”

“Azzie, he’s just tired.”

“But it was so cute.  Does does he stay this little?” you shake your head no, wishing that there was an option to keep them this small.  “Can he wear sweaters like daddy?” you nod your head yes and she looks back at him.  “I love you, bubba.”

Those blue eyes sleepily blink at her and she releases a squeal, “He’s awake!  I want to hold him.  Can I feed him?  Can I change him?  I want to do everything.”

“Az, he eats from mama’s boob,” oh these Ransom Drysdale mini-me’s will be the death of you.  “And his poop stinks.  He doesn’t have a toot-toot either.”

Aster turns to look at you stunned, “What?  How does he pee?”

“Okay, hand me the cute boy.”

“Mama!  How does he pee?”

“A straw like daddy’s,” Iris giggles.

“You two stop.  He pees.  That’s what is important,” you hold that little bean in your arms, staring down at that sweet little face, and want to cry.  It wasn’t that long ago that Aster and Iris were this little.  So much of their early life you were so on edge you didn’t get to enjoy it.  

“Mommy what’s wrong?” Iris tilts her head, before crawling over the bed towards you.  You shake your head, and still look at his sweet face.  “Mommy, it’s okay.  We won’t talk about peeing anymore.”

“No, sweetheart, that’s not...you two just grew up so fast.”

“I’m still little,” Aster pouts at you, her finger points at Blade, “He’s he’s just new.  But I’m still little.”

“No, I know, Az.  But you two once were like him.  Just a mushy thing.  Now you’re talking.  You’re going to be getting married and having your own babies the next time I blink.”

“Boys are yucky.”

“I like James.”

“Of course you do.  But, if you both can just stay this little a little while longer.  You will make mommy so happy, okay?” 

The two look at you with a twinkle in their eyes, knowing that they can’t stay that size forever, “I’ll try,” Iris smiles pressing another kiss to her bubba’s head.  “Bladey, too, okay?”

“Oh definitely Bladey, too.  He’s my baby boy.”

Masterlist

[radiorenjun]

[23:58]

"Well that was unfortunate, you could've taken the money to buy that new game you wanted."

Jeno's eyes widened at the your voice, his body turning to look at you with a panicked expression, his heart dropping to the pit of your stomach to see you wide awake at this hour. Jeno gulped, unable to gather the words to say now that you heard his conversation with his friend about how he dated you for a 500 dollar bet.

It broke Jeno even more that you were just standing in the doorway in one of his oversized shirts, a blanket draped over your shoulders and engulfing your body, a sad smile stretched across your face as you stood there helplessly in front of him. It broke him even more that you didn't even look mad at him, you looked betrayed and sorrowful.

"Y/n, I-"

"Was it worth it though?"

Jeno gulped, his guilt eating him up inside as tears began to gather in his eyes. "11 months of commitment. I'm proud you held on to this bet for so long. Why didn't you take the money? Did you feel guilty for leading me on this long? You could've at least shared the money with me." Jeno's heart quickened at the sound of your footsteps echoing the room, walking up closer to him with that sad smile of yours.

Jeno knew you didn't like to show your pain, Jeno knew you like to appear as a happy and optimistic person despite being played and taken advantage of by other people. Jeno knew you don't mind making other people happy even when it brings you down. And you knew that he didn't want to be one of those people who have to face that heart breaking smile of yours. Yet here you are, masking your pain with soft chuckles and fake smiles.

He knew you weren't doing this to make him feel worse, he knew you were trying to lighten the mood and tell him that you weren't mad. But seeing you in this state because of him only increased the guilt in his heart, breaking it in half as he watched your eyes slowly grew red with tears.

He started this whole thing off as a bet. But karma decided to do it's magic and decided to make him fall for you, possibly even more than you had for him. Yet again, he couldn't find it in himself to tell you the truth and start things over from scratch.

"Jeno, really. I'm not mad, honest." you sniffled, leaning your head up to keep your tears in as you let out a soft broken laugh. "I don't know why I'm getting so worked up over this." You giggled lightly. The way your voice cracked sent daggers through Jeno's heart. The words he wanted to say we're stuck in his throat, he couldn't trust himself to speak without breaking down in sobs.

"Did you have fun though? Going on dates and cuddles? Meeting my parents?" you sniffled, your voice becoming hoarse as Jeno tried to swallow the lump in his throat, looking down at his feet. He really did enjoy meeting your parents, going on dates with you. Hell, he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs that he couldn't live without your cuddles.

"Can you at least tell me you actually love-liked me at some point? It's not fun to be the only whipped one in this relationship," you chuckled gently, a hand coming up to wipe the tear that trickled down your eye. But before you could wipe away your tear, Jeno took a quick step forward, his thumb swiping over the soft skin of your cheek to wipe away the teardrop before quickly moving to embrace you as tight as he could.

His arms wrapping around your body tightly, fingers clutching onto his shirt that you were wearing. Jeno couldn't hold his tears back, but he didn't want you to see him break down in front of you, but at this point he didn't care. He didn't want to lose you, not now. Not ever.

"I have always loved you, don't ever doubt that." his voice cracked as he pulled you to his chest, a hand coming up to cup the back of his head to lean your head against his shoulder as he buried his face in your hair, nuzzling against it. His body shook at how you stood in his arms, arms weakly wrapped around his body as he felt you pat and caress his back, running your fingers through his jet-black hair.

He couldn't see the soft smile plastered on your face as you held the boy you love in your arms, your heart wrenching as you heard him sob against you. With half lidded eyes you nuzzle against his shoulder, cheek pressed against the soft fabric of his sweater as he muttered abrupt "I love yous" under his breath against your hair, lips pressed against your temple.

It hurt.

Both of you were hurting.

You couldn't stop your own tears from falling as you both knelt down to the floor, wrapped up in each others arms as if you loosen your grip in the slightest, the other would disappear into thin air. At this point, you were both caressing each others hearts in your palms, trying to calm each other down.

Jeno pressed his lips hard against your temple, knowing after this, when you both had calm down. When you both were reading to talk and if you decided to keep him in your life. He knew you would need alot of reassurance that you were more than just the love of his life.

He knew it would take time for you to build your trust back up and heal up the damage he had caused. And he was willing to wait and help you through it if it meant keeping you beside him for the rest of his life.

"You're worth more than whatever money that bastard has to offer," Jeno explained, sniffling in between words. "I love you so much, it hurts. Please don't ever think that I don't love you. This all may have started out as a bet to get extra cash, but I love you too much and I've hurt you too much to accept the money." he added on, sobbing as he felt your fingers running through his hair.

You cooed at him softly, attempting to calm his heart down as he continued to ramble. "Jeno, your heart is beating really fast." you commented with a small smile, feeling your heart beat in perfect sync against each others chests. He let out a small laugh, his voice hoarse from crying.

"It beats for you," he replied in a serious tone, gripping onto you tighter against him. Your heart swell at his words, lessening the pain inside as you pressed a loving kiss on the skin of his neck. A tear trickling down your face and dropping onto his shirt as you nuzzled your tear stained cheeks against the bare skin of his neck.

"Good to know, Jeno."

[donutloverxo]

Smooth

Note - This is a birthday gift for my babie🥺🥺 Amber aka @sweater-daddiesdumbdork. I'm sorry Steve's as hairless as a seal😔 at least you have Ari Mike and Colin!

Summary - You're surprised to find just how smooth Steve is.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings - smut, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, name calling, captain kink, rip steves pubes lol.

Word count - 2.6k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

“What the fuck do you mean you haven’t done it yet?!” You cringed pushing your palms on your ears to block out Ella’s screeching. Maybe it was a mistake to tell her that you still hadn’t hit that supersoilder-golden-boy-next-door.

“We’re just waiting for the right moment you know?” You murmured. You couldn’t tell her the real reason. That Steve had never been intimate with anyone. Even if she was your best friend that was Steve’s secret to tell, not yours.

“When will the right moment come” She shook her head “I’m disappointed in you. You get to date that hunk of a man, and how long has it been a year?”

“Six months!” You defended yourself.

“As if that makes a difference” She scoffed.

“We will do it soon when we’re both ready.” You said ironing out the wrinkles on your dress which you were showing her.

“Alright I just want you to be happy” She rolled her eyes finally giving in “but why're you dressed as a nun?” She looked you up and down confused.

“I’m not a nun! I’m supposed to be snow white. Steve will be my prince.” You couldn’t help the love-struck grin that appeared on your face. You really were living out your best fairy tale with him.

“Wouldn’t you rather wear something traditional” She suggested.

“Hm?” You asked looking at your reflection in your dressing table mirror. You were covered head to toe. Your hair done up like that of snow white with a red headband. “How is this not traditional?” You wondered. It seemed like an okay, albeit cheesy but you were a cheesy couple, costume for Halloween.

“I meant traditional for our generation.” She snickered. She would never say it in front of Steve, but she loved making fun of you for dating someone who was old enough to be your grandpa and how you liked older men. “like a slutty snow White” she continued.

“Nope” You said popping the p and going back into your closet to take off the uncomfortable and restricting dress. You had no idea how you will spend an entire night in that thing. “I don’t want to ruin Disney Princesses for him. He likes them a lot” you shouted so she could hear you. It was so cute how he liked to hum or even sing along with the musicals sometimes. He appreciated the art and the vibrant colors. The idealistic happy endings appealed to the romantic in him.

You came out of your closet taking in deep breathes of fresh air, your torso no longer restricted “That doesn’t mean you can’t still be slutty” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at you.

“What do you have in mind?” You were curious. You were excited to be Steve’s princess. But you would trade that if you what you truly wanted.

Steve groaned looking at himself all done up in his 'prince' costume. Yeah it was his idea to be Snow White and her prince but you were the one who suggested doing a costume together! He couldn’t say no when you looked at him so expectedly. When you gushed so much about this being your favorite holiday.

He looked... ridiculous. There was no other way to put it. From the neck up he was fine, his clean shaven face and golden yellow hair pushed back. He looked like his normal self. But then his pale blue shirt with the balloon sleeves, the dark vest over it and his huge black boots, all topped with a sword strapped to his hip. It reminded him of his army days, when he was nothing more than a monkey.

He contemplated all the teasing he would probably have to endure from his friends the whole night. It would be absolutely worth it to make you happy. With his mind made up he left his apartment and headed towards yours, just across the hallway, to pick you up for the party at the tower. He did lose the sword. That was just too over the top.

He knocked on your door, giddy with excitement to see you in your snow white dress. He made sure to treat you like a princess, how you deserve to be treated by everyone, but to actually see you dressed as one would be something else.

His jaw dropped on the floor as you opened the door and he got a good look at you. You were dressed in... lingerie? You were a white lacy bodysuit that hugged your curves in all the right places. Leaving your legs completely bare. If that wasn’t enough you were wearing a tiara attached to a veil.

He couldn’t stifle the damn near animalistic growl that escaped his throat. He averted his gaze from your pushed up titts to your face. Your make up all done up, from the neck up you almost looked like a bride. “What the hell are you wearing doll?” he grumbled.

“Oh you don’t like it?” you clucked your tongue and looked down at your sexy costume “What a shame. It only costs like 500 dollars” Yeah maybe you were an idiot to spend so much money on a costume but if it worked you’d be seeing stars tonight so it'd be worth it.

“What happened to being snow white? What are you even supposed to be?” You moved to the side so you could let him into your apartment. He ran his hand through his hair plopping down on your couch, his eyes never leaving your body.

“I’m a slutty bride” You twirled in front of him to give him a nice view of your, barley covered, ass.

“That’s lingerie doll. You can’t go out dressed like that” He raised his hand to touch your ass, maybe give it a little squeeze but you quickly turned around.

Your hands on your hips you asked “Why not?”

“Because” He paused pulling you into him by grabbing at your hips “only I get to see you like this” His hand reached at your backside and he groaned squeezing your ass before giving it a light swat. He chuckle as you yelped from the sudden slap.

“Well then what do you suggest I do with this?” You asked nonchalantly playing with your veil “Are you saying I don’t look pretty?” You gave him your best mock puppy eyes. You could clearly see just how much he liked that on you. But you needed him to say it and to do something about it.

“You know that’s not true” You yelped as he flipped you into the couch, trapping you under him.

“I don’t know Steve. You don’t seem to be a huge fan of it. I thought you’d like me being your slut.” You brought out the big guns, jutting your bottom lip out. You knew he’d melt on the spot.

“Fine. You can be my slut.” He couldn’t believe he actually said that word. His mother raised him in a certain way. To respect women and to never ever use those words to address a woman. And he did respect all women and you. But she also taught him to be passionate and give his all to everything he did. So it would only be fair that he fucked you, respectfully, with everything he has got and gave you everything you asked for.

He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back. Biting and sucking on your neck and then trailing down your clavicle. Making sure to leave bruises so everyone could see who you belonged to. He kissed your throat and revelled in the vibrations caused by your moans. Your hands in clutching onto his head and completely messing up his well done hair. He finally let up and admired his work. The white and red marks that would soon turn a dark shade of violet.

He hauled you over his shoulder walking towards your bedroom. As you squirmed and then laughed in his hold.

He had to struggle a lot to off his clothes. They were so intricate, with the buttons and buckles, reminded him of his stealth suit. He pulled off his boots and crawled onto the bed, kneeling between your legs only in his tight black boxer briefs.

He looked at your face and frowned at the puzzled expression it held as you stared at his nude body. He suddenly felt self conscious. All the insecurities, from back when he was the little guy came back to him. He thought women liked him now. Even you were so entranced and attracted to his bulky figure. Which he couldn’t help but be proud of.

But right now, for some reason you didn’t look impressed. He sanked back to sit on his calves. He had completely given himself to you. What if you rejected him? He had no idea how he would deal with that blow.

“Oh!” You exclaimed as you noticed Steve’s defeated state. In your ogling and processing you didn’t realise that you might’ve hurt his feelings. “Stevie?” You knelt before him caressing his cheek. “I’m just taken aback a bit okay?” you tried to reassure him.

“Why?” He finally met your gaze looking into your guys.

“I mean...” You trailed off running your hand down the smooth and vast expanse of his chest. “You’re so smooth? You don’t have any hair.” You struggled to get the sentence out. Suddenly realises just how ridiculous it sounded.

“I – yeah that’s how I’ve always been. I thought that’s what women wanted” He murmured cutely tilting his head “You don’t like it?” His voice wavering with nervousness.

“Steve. What kinda question is that?” And you cringed as he reminded you that you did the same thing just moments ago. “I was kidding! Steve there is nothing about you that’s not to like. Yeah I do like a bit of fuzz but I’d love you just as much even if you were bald.” You said and he looked as if he was processing your words. “You are my dream guy. My prince.” You beamed trailing kisses down his flushed torso. “How about I show you?” You didn’t wait for his answer, taking off your veil and your tiara with it. You rolled his briefs down his hips and he helped you take them off. You looked in shock at his beautiful rosy cock, which was almost hard, and his lack of hair....

You quickly whipped your head up knowing he would assume the worst “Steve! It’s the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen” You said stroking his length and licking the tip, which was oozing with precum, to prove it. “It’s just unexpected. That’s all.” You took him in your mouth. Just as you anticipated, he was too big, you could barely fit his tip in your mouth.

“Well you know the...” He bunched your hair in his fist, struggling to keep from pushing you down further.

“What?” You asked as he slipped out of you.

“I thought that’s what people did nowadays” He was turning redder every second “I didn’t... In the pornography...and I thought tonight you and me..”

You snorted and out a hand on your mouth to keep from laughing. “Steve! Porn isn’t real. You can do whatever you want with your body. But you’re in for a rude awakening.”

“What do you mean?” he asked trying his best to ignore his aching cock and your wet swollen lips.

“Just wait till it grows back” You grimaced “it’s gonna itch like crazy. That’s why I uh... never you know do it. Just warning you” You chuckled nervously.

“Enough talking” He groaned at the thought of your wet pussy and how much he had been fantasizing about it for the last several months. He pushed you on your back and quickly worked on removing your bodysuit. When you laid completely bare in front of him. He swore you were the more beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

He trailed down your body settling his broad shoulders between your legs. He groaned at the sight in front of him. You weren’t lying and he indeed preferred this. He dove right in licking and sucking to see what you like best. He had never ate a woman out before but he had been doing his research. Porn was too gratuitous and was clearly only made for the male gaze, reading women’s magazines and some more ‘sex for dummies' books he bought as discreetly as he could.

Which is where he got the stupid idea that everyone liked shaved dicks now. Which was only backed up by his friends and the locker room talk about ‘manscaping'. Tony and Clint were classic over sharers. He wouldn’t be surprised if they purposely misled him. He didn’t have much hair on his balls to begin with, but he expected to give himself to you tonight, so he carefully put the razor on his balls and shaved it all off. The things he would do for you and the lengths he would go for you.

From your moans and the way you were pushing his head harder into your core, he could tell that he was doing a good job. You thrashed and squirmed as he held you down by pushing down on your stomach. You came gushing all over his face and he made sure to drink it all up, not wasting a single drop.

He loomed over you, his cock nudging at your entrance. You both moaned in unison as he sinked into you, groaning into the crook of your neck as he bottomed out.

His hands greedily squeezed your hips, your breasts, your ass, whatever they could get a hold of as he slowly rocked his hips against yours. He knew if he went any faster he would blow his load right then and there.

“I’m gonna cum Steve.” You wailed and if he didn’t know any better he would think that you were in pain.

“You gonna cum? Go ahead” He harshly shaved his cock into you “Be a good slut. Cum all over your captains cock.” He felt his own release not far behind, not with your tight wet cunt milking him for all he’s got. He gasped when you raked your nails into his shoulders, crying loudly in his ear. He lost his rhythm. Lifting your hips up to fuck him like the animal you’ve turned him into. His hips stuttered as he came deep inside you.

He stayed inside you and on top of you for a minute. Catching his breathe he finally pulled out of you and laid down beside you, pulling you into his chest.

“I’m on the pill.” You mumbled into his chest. Not wanting him to worry about that. You smiled against his chest laying a kiss over his soft nipple. There were plenty of benefits to being so smooth and hairless. You could trace those hard abs of his with your tongue for hours. You changed your mind. You liked them smooth and silky now. Or maybe because he was so hairless. You didn’t know and it didn’t matter.

“I think I like seeing you as a bride.” He said his fingers idly playing with your hair, curling a strand of it.

You only muttered something as a response. Probably too far gone into slumber. He traced your smooth skin for a while before joining you in it. Completely forgetting about the party you were both supposed to be at.

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[doubleshotofsomething]

Come Into My Life

This is my entry for @nekoannie-chan​‘s 500 followers’ writing competition. This is a Thor fanfiction series inspired on the song “Entra en mi Vida”. I had a blast writing it and I loved the song even more.

Song Prompt: ”Entra en mi vida” by Sin Bandera

Warnings: none??

Author’s note: Okay, all seriousness guys, what the fuck? So, you guys just...let me call Ghost “Shadow” and didn’t bother to correct me? really guys? really?? Is this where we are now? woooow, there’s no autocorrect here.

Summary: You and Thor just can’t seem to be on the same page, about anything.

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“You seem to think this is something you can hide from.”

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Part Two: Después de cinco minutos, ya eras alguien especial  

Mjölnir kept disappearing. But that could have been Steve's fault. Or Vision. So, that's understandable.

Then Stormbreaker kept disappearing as well. There was no Vision. And Steve had long given up his avenging days.

Both weapons came back, they always did. But Stormbreaker seemed to be adamant in taking its sweet time. Which, under any circumstances, wouldn't be a problem. Except, Thor is still an Avenger. He still has work - work that required his weapon - to do.

You were in the kitchen with Sam, arguing - like you always did - about something when Thor walked in, looking for that damned axe.

You had met a handful of times, but you tended to avoid the group as much as you could. Sam, Shadow and Hope were as far as you were willing to go, Thor had realised, and socialising with you didn't seem all too appealing to him.

Thor wasn't focusing on either of you, eyes too busy dancing around the room as he tied his hair back. The quinjet was set to leave in fifteen minutes and all that was missing from his battle attire was that cursed thing.

"This is exactly why I don't like coming here-" your complaining broke through his cloud of thought and his eyes went to you. "--seriously, Sam, you are the worst host ever. What am I supposed to do with you gone?"

Sam rolled his eyes, rolling his shoulders back a bit before attaching his wings. "Talk to people. Your favourite cyborg is staying behind, so you two can talk about those babies you wanted to give him."

You scoffed and reached over the counter for the sugar dispenser. "The love of my life is currently sulkin--"

Before you could grab the sugar, your fingers instinctively wrapped around a wooden staff. Sam, too focused on making sure he had everything he needed, missed the complete look of annoyance on your face and shock on Thor's face.

There, in your hand, was Stormbreaker. His Stormbreaker. And, instead of being confused, you sighed and tossed it aside before grabbing the sugar as you had intended to. As if nothing had happened.

"Damn thing needs a leash," you mumbled to yourself, stirring the sugar into the originally-Sam's-but-now-yours tea.

Asgard was no stranger to prophecies. And Thor had heard enough of them growing up to tell which was a farce. But this...

No...

It couldn't be...

Surely, it was a temporary glitch. It had to be.

Because a dying star couldn't have forged a King's weapon, only so an idiot could easily wield it.

It's not that Thor thought you were stupid or not worthy. It's just that he thought you were an idiot and a complete nutcase.

You put a target on your back and refused any security that Fury had to offer. You're still convinced that your Uber driver won't do you any harm. And you sleep with your bedroom window unlocked.

You were an idiot.

A complete and utter idiot.

So, why did he instantly seek out your scent whenever he breathed?

Why does the thought of you, anywhere near him, suddenly make it hard to think about anything else?

And, for the love of all that is good, why won't you look at him? Actually look at him. Not those glances and polite eye contact you share with everyone else.

There are so many prophecies, too many that weren't true and too little that were. Thor could always tell which were a farce and which weren't.

But now, he was the idiot that couldn't understand why his axe was more responsive to you, than him.

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"I have no idea what you're talking about." Is Fury's response to the Captain's questions.

The Avenger's Compound had been turned into the current base of operations for both the new SHIELD and the Avengers. With the exception that the Captain was the one overlooking everything, alongside Fury.

Hope didn't waste time shoving you into her car -- as always -- and dragging you to the compound with everyone else. And then, because that's never enough, they shoved you into the meeting room with everyone else, while Captain went to bring Fury.

Sighing, you lean against your chair and turn to look at Thor. The Asgardian had been sitting on the couch when you were shoved onto it, watching the whole scene unfold while he munched away on a bowl of cereal.

You eyed his outfit and frowned. "Why is it that every time I see you, you're always trying out a new look?"

He blinked at you, mid-chew with a trail of milk going from the corner of his lip into his beard.

"First, it was the whole medieval knight thing, then the carpenter look, then the whole lumberjack thing. And now--" you waved at his sweatpants, fingerless gloves and what look to be a sweater. "--you're... what is this? And why does it look so comfortable?"

"Really? You expect us to believe that SHIELD is being funded by all that money?" Sam fired back at Fury. "With all that new equipment that keeps rolling in? Do we look stupid to you, Fury?"

Fury raised an eyebrow. "You want me to answer that?"

"I will!" You jumped in, raising your hand as you tuned in. "Yes, you do look stupid. In fact, you're the reason I know what stupid looks like. And I got in an Uber without checking if it was my driver or not, this morning."

"You did what?!" Thor barked.

You rolled your eyes and waved off the man that's decided to be a pain in your ass. "Calm down, security update. I can take care of mys--

"Calm down?!" Thor tossed the bowl across the room to properly glare at you. "You are so adamant on putting your life at risk every damn chance you get! You are, arguably, the most hated person on every ex-Hydra agent's list. And you--"

You don't bother to sit through the rest of that lecture. You avoid going to the compound for that exact reason. In fact, you avoid Thor for that exact reason. The first time you met the Asgardian, he spent most of the introductions helping Fury tell you all about how you were going to live your life now -- and all the safety measures you'd have to take.

As if you hadn't been raised by one of the world's greatest sleeper agent.

"This guy, am I right?" You scoffed as you got up, consequently getting him to get up. "Who died and made him Jarvis?"

"I am speaking to you!" He is front of you, towering over you, blue eyes swimming with rage, as he glared at you.

"Carpet damn, Asgardian. Carpet damn."

Ghost, from the other side of the room, cut in. "It's Carpe diem, shithead."

"I'm freestyling, thank you very much." You shot back.

"Can we get back to the matter at hand?" Captain Flightless called out. "Thor. Please, calm down. Take a seat."

"I will not calm down nor take a seat," he glares down Mr Red, White and Break-your-brand-new-car. "Her safety is just as important as the matter. What do you think will happen if the wrong people get their hands on her? SHIELD signing a deal with her company will be the least of your worries!"

You turned at Ghost. "Is it too late to bring back Thanos? I just wanna see something..."

"You know--" Sam flicked your ear. "--if he comes back, you're gonna get dusted too, right?"

"Exactly. That way, I get to see him beat the shit out of an entitled thunder-summoning, cape-wearing, overbearing, self-proclaimed mighty asshole!" You glared at Thor, then turned back to Sam. "And then, finally see what y'all were doing as dust particles."

"Thor does have a point--" Fury cuts in, crossing his arms.

"Doesn't that leather trench coat get hot?" You point at it, because you were sure as hell not having this conversation again.

"Pierce may have been Hydra, but even he knew how messed up things would be if you were in the wrong hands--"

"You say that like I can shoot lightning bolts out of a gavel."

"It was a hammer." Thor grits out.

Fury ignores you both. "--things aren't as they used to be. The threats aren't only Thanos, Loki, or any other alien tyrant."

"That's mean. Thor isn't an alien." You feign a point.

"We need to consider the threats here, on Earth, as well." Thor ignores your jab. "Like, I've always been saying. The scale of destruction and terror that criminals could cause if they got a hold of just a small percentage of Hydra tech. Just look at what Ultron had accomplished--"

You stare blankly at the tower of a man in front of you. "You mean the computer upgrade that Tony created? With a weapon that is no longer on Earth, in this timeline? With Hydra tech from a Hydra lab, on that floating, vibranium powered island that you destroyed?"

"The point is--"

"I have lived in hiding my entire life," you narrow your eyes at the ignorant would-be-king. "Security protocols, safe houses, different identities, around-the-clock security, all of that bullshit that you're suggesting I know nothing about-- yeah, that was all I knew about. I know where every entrance and exit of every room I walk into is. I plan for an escape, before I even step foot out of my place.

"I did not come here so you can tell me how to continue living the lifestyle that I was raised to live--" You're glaring and baring your teeth and ready to rip him a new one. "--My keepers are dead. You will sooner change the nature of a cat, before you turn your little pride of vigilantes into my security detail."

He doesn't say anything. He can't. He knows better than to argue with you when you're like this; angry and on the verge of lashing out.

So, he just stares back at the idiot that won't stop haunting his every thought. The idiot that can wield a weapon he nearly died for. The idiot that won't understand why he bickers when it comes to her safety.

Sam sighs as he crashes on the couch. "At that's the tea."

Tags: @nekoannie-chan​, @thorfanficwriter​

[dippedanddripped]

In the first few moments of a YouTube video titled “Admitting I Own Fakes In-Front of My Fashion Class…”, Quentin Caruso, better known as Tripping, does just that. “I’m a sophomore in college and I’m taking a class about fashion, and in that class (we) were talking about fakes and replicas,” he explains, adding that he can “throw up some pictures so you guys know I’m not bullshitting”. Asked by his teacher if he knowingly owns any counterfeit pieces, the 19-year-old confirms the sneakers he’s wearing at that very moment – the highly coveted Travis Scott Jordan 1 Lows – are in fact fake. “And how do you feel about that,” she prompts. “I’m fine with it,” he wryly confirms.

Caruso is part of a growing community of fashion-savvy shoppers searching for ways to look runway ready on a high street budget – and, unlike many die-hard hypebeasts, they’re willing to own up to the fact their luxury garms aren’t exactly legitimate. In fact, many take pride in their ability to score a bargain, taking to subreddit FashionReps to discuss new releases, fawn over faux Yeezys, and ask each other for advice on where to pick up the best knock-off Off-White and Supreme styles.

The forum is a democratised, judgement-free zone in which people share a love of high quality replicas or ‘reps’, where members are friendly and even supportive. They help one another to find the best sellers and sites to buy from, while discussing discrepancies between retail items and their counterfeit counterparts – from stitching and logos, to details and finishes. Most users admit they can’t afford head-to-toe designer looks, and at times they even share budgeting tips. "I got into reps cause I didn’t have much money and wanted a few nice pieces," redditor godsip2 shared in August. "Now I have no money at all 'cause I'm addicted to buying reps and can't stop myself."  

While a lack of funds and a taste for luxury streetwear is a driving factor for many, for others it isn’t about the money at all. “Not to brag, but if I want a Dior coat, I can get it retail,” Dennis, 19, tells us. “For the same (amount of) money I can get four reps.” Dennis admitted his breaking point came after a shocking moment browsing resale markets where he saw his ‘grail shoes’ – a pair of Off-White Air Jordan 1s – show up for €3000. “I thought ‘Fuck this, I’m never gonna pay that for shoes that originally retailed for €150.”

It’s been almost three years since he came across the FashionReps subreddit, which he was initially skeptical of. However, since joining he hasn’t just sworn off resale products and full-price retail items, but also introduced his friends to reps. “A €500 sweater wasn’t in their price range,” says Dennis. “When I showed them my reps (compared to) my retail Yeezys, they were instantly sold.”

Historically, counterfeit designer items conjure thoughts of poorly imitated handbags on AliExpress, labels that read, ‘Fashing BALISG’ instead of Balenciaga, and stalls in alleyways, but FashionReps members know where the quality replicas are sold and claim that many knock-offs actually tend to be better made.  “The quality is the same, even better,” Netherlands-based 23-year-old Camiel admits. “I’ve heard of some Yeezys being better and a lot of high-end Louis Vuitton reps being way better than retail.” He believes that “retail Louis Vuitton quality is not so great…”

FashionReps members buy in bulk, spending hundreds of dollars on ‘hauls’ that they break up into smaller packages in hopes of evading customs checks. The risk is part of the thrill, and while some are unlucky and have their packages seized, others rejoice when packages filled with thousands of dollars of ‘drip’ arrive in the mail.

Camiel cites his favourite find to be a Palace red slub-neck, “which you can't tell apart from a real one – which I have one of,” he adds. “The quality is amazing and it's super comfortable to wear, it's my favourite (item) I have gotten so far.” But Camiel hasn’t always gotten away with his thrifty finds.

“In the beginning, I wouldn't wear an item if it had the tiniest flaw. Later on, I noticed that people know (very) little about brands and which items even exist,” he explains. While most people who recognise a rep are likely to ask for the seller or pass on a compliment, Camiel concedes he’s been called out before. “Some high schoolers were at the gym and I was wearing my Nike tech fleece joggers, which have some noticeable flaws, like the black stripe being too short and the cords being too short as well. They called me out on the logo, which I know is perfect. Bunch of clowns.”

For all the people excited about reps, their quality, and believability, there are just as many people out there looking to spot a fake. YeezyBusta, who recently gained prominence for spotting fakes on civilians and celebrities has over 760,000 followers on Instagram. He’s busted the likes of Lil Tjay, Blac Chyna, and Soulja Boy for donning fake Supreme and Yeezys, although his faux-detector has been known to malfunction.

"I got into reps cause I didn’t have much money and wanted a few nice pieces. Now I have no money at all 'cause I'm addicted to buying reps and can't stop myself" – godsip2, FashionReps member

In an episode of Complex’s Full Size Run, hosts tasked the Instagram detective with discerning the difference between fake pairs of shoes from the real thing. After being handed a pair of bone-white Yeezy 500s, YeezyBusta exclaims, “Oh these are real!” Closely inspecting the shoe, he notices “The suede is right…even down to the stitching, the label inside the shoe looks right to me and the insole is right too.” The host, who finds it hard to hide his amusement, blurts out “They’re fake.” Behind his signature black surgical mask, used to hide his identity, YeezyBusta turns bright red.

“I can’t take him seriously,” Tripping admits. In a reaction video to a VICE documentary on YeezyBusta, the fashion student protests his motivation for hunting down counterfeit items so publicly. “It isn’t funny. Does anyone find that funny? To ridicule people online? That isn’t something you should be gloating about.”

Some counterfeit items are so believable that they’ve also slipped past trusted authenticators. The RealReal, one of the world's leading luxury consignment stores, claims that "every item we sell is 100% authenticated by an expert.” However, just last year, Forbes contributor, Richard Kentenbaum claimed the retail giant had sold him a fake Toile de Jouy Dior Book Tote bag for $3,600. What followed was a swift investigation by CNBC, who, after speaking with a dozen former employees and unsatisfied customers, and obtaining internal company documents, revealed that “many of the items on the site were being authenticated by copywriters with limited training.” and those who are doing this work are finding it increasingly difficult to spot counterfeits. Out of 1,400 reviews online for The RealReal, the top complaints are fake items.

It may come as a surprise to learn that this is something FashionReps also stands firmly against. In December, the group came together after Depopuser James’s Closet was spotted selling counterfeit items. Within a day, the subreddit had made efforts to liaise with Depop directly and reported the fake pieces resulting in all the listings being taken down. And this isn’t the only time the forum has rallied against people selling fake items moonlighting as cheap authentic ‘steals’. “People who willingly sell replicas as authentic items are the worst,” Tripping insists. “Knowing that a replica looks so close to retail and not selling it for a lot of profit is challenging for some people.”

Conversely, enjoying replicas as they are comes with its own baggage. Reports indicate that counterfeit fashion is a trillion-dollar industry. "One of the worst stories I read was where they had raided an illegal factory and the children were actually handcuffed to the sewing machines," Ariele Elia, an assistant curator at the Museum at FIT explained in a Complex documentary about the flourishing bootleg industry.

Fashion Revolution, a not-for-profit global movement campaigning for the systemic reform of the fashion industry, notes that there’s an “urgent lack of transparency.” Policy Director at Fashion Revolution, Sarah Ditty, told us that counterfeiting doesn’t usually come hand in hand with good rights and wages for workers. “Factories making counterfeit items are doing so illegally so it’s in their interest to operate completely under the radar and in doing so means we have no idea who the workers are making these products, what they are being paid, what conditions they’re working in, and what sort of poor environmental practices are most likely happening in these factories.”

To them, the moral standpoint is clear: “We would definitely encourage people not to buy fake luxury goods or any other counterfeit items because you’re almost guaranteed to be contributing to human exploitation and environmental degradation.” This is an issue that goes beyond fakes: when you look beyond the manufacturing level at the places where fabrics are made, yarns are spun and fibres are grown, even legitimate brands are guilty of obscuring working conditions.

But Tripping insists it's a media smoke-screen. “adidas and Nike were called out for their treatment of workers in the 90s and early 2000s, so now every factory in Asia is associated with bad conditions and child labour.” Tripping also claims that sellers are in fact increasingly transparent about working conditions, their treatment of employees and factories. “They show what their shop looks like, I’ve even asked sellers to show their shops,” he remarked in one of his videos. “And they’ve posted videos on the (subreddit).” One video posted shows a “top quality Yeezy” factory filled with workers. “Actually looks very clean and cool compared to all of the bad warehouse jobs I used to do here in the US,” Redditor highnnmighty comments.

“That’s like asking if I’ll ever go back to my ex, it was a fun time but in the end, you just feel shitted on” – Dennis, on whether or not he will stop buying fakes

Central to what makes FashionReps a great community isn’t the collective middle-finger to resale culture and hypebeasts or the internet-savvy tips, but the irreverent charm and supportive nature of young people who ultimately just want to look cool, and don’t want money to be the reason that they miss out. It’s rare, if not impossible, to find fashion spaces that aren’t hierarchical, based on wealth, social standing, and nepotism, but FashionReps manages to do all of that, and more. Camiel tells me that recently, the subreddit even banded together to target sellers who began taking higher cuts from sales. “I love how we sometimes work together to get something we want.”

Confronted with the fact that buying reps are taking sales away from workers, brands, and designers, Tripping is unfazed. “Once a limited shoe is released, and sold out in seconds, the company has made its profit. The average cost of manufacturing an Air Jordan 1 is $15-$16. The mark up of that shoe is more than 100 per cent. Nike has no problem with this. If you are wearing a replica of that overpriced shoe (on the resell market), you are basically advertising the brand. The culture side of sneakers is bland and fraudulent, replicas are there to stir things up.”

When asked if he’d ever give up replicas and return to buying retail, Dennis scoffed before saying: “That’s like asking if I’ll ever go back to my ex, it was a fun time but in the end, you just feel shitted on.”

[nvwu-moved]

tagged by @starchild--27!! tysm and i hope you’re doing well dear 🖤✨

nickname: i never know how to answer this. i hate being referred to

pronouns: she/her

star sign: spicy sagittarian

height: 5′4

time currently: 3:48pm

when is your birthday: november 24

favorite bands/groups: DAFT PUNK, gjallarhorn, little dragon, perfume, exo, wednesday campanella, wardruna, florence + the machine

favorite solo artists: aurora, eivor, mo, bjork, (im too lazy to switch to my icelandic or norwegian keyboards but omg those look so ugly), kai, lim kim, lee hi, imlay

song stuck in your head: elviras vals/oravais menuett by gjallarhorn

last movie watched: cant remember

last show you binged: none

when you created your blog: 2013

last thing you googled: red valerian flower

other blogs: @kaffilatte, @maijou

why you chose your url: the vibes

do you get asks: no and we can keep it that way (bc i cant be bothered to act nice when i answer)

how many people are you following: 379 i think

how many followers do you have: a little over 500

average hours of sleep: these days....... 4?

lucky number: idfk

instruments: vox, keys, bass, orchestral percussion, morin khuur, and a few others if im pressed?

what I'm currently wearing: black knit sweater + black distressed jeans

dream job: musician

dream trip: mongolia, iceland, honestly im long overdue for a return to europe

favorite food: espresso 🥺

favorite song: THERES SOMETHING ABOUT US. I HAVE TO SAY. CAUSE THERES SOMETHING BETWEEN US ANYWAY 😔😗🙊🥰

top three fictional universes you'd like to live in: plato’s republic

im so sorry i just woke up from a nap so this has big fuck it energy. anyway. im gonna tag: @bwaldorf, @lleejeno, @shineelove, @worm-bus, @zyx, @mooshum, @sungjaesgf, and @imjaebae if y’all wanna!!

[chokememrstark]

What is your favourite starker headcanon/s?

I’m so sorry for the late reply to this, but I wanted to give it all my attention to give you some good ones!

SFW - Because why not?

• Tony l.o.v.e.s. spoiling Peter. Seriously. New suit? New phone? New clothes? More expensive stuff Peter would never ask for? You name it. If it exists, Peter gets it.

“Flash was a bitch because he has a cool car and you don’t? Say no more, kid. Take my Ferrari.”

“Got a hole in your jacket? No, you won’t keep wearing it, take this designer one that costs like $500, you look awesome in it.”

“What do you mean, your phone is a year old? You can’t walk around with such old tech! Take the newest Stark Phone and I won’t take no for an answer.”

“Bored during your school break? Let me take you to Italy, you’ll love it! Best pizza and gelato you’ll ever eat in your life.”

“You got an essay to write about space traveling? Pack your stuff, kid, we’ll visit Elon Musk. He’s an old friend of mine and would love to help, trust me.”

He just loves it, okay. Not even in a sugar daddy way, he just loves seeing Peter happy and flustered and trying to tell him he’s not worth it and then pull him into his arms and say: “You’re worth the world, Pete. And I’ll give it to you.”

• Peter is just as protective over Tony as Tony is over him (less of a headcanon than actually canon, but a favorite of mine).

If Tony is hurt in battle, Peter is there, fighting with teeth and nails to protect him, willing to fucking die because no one is allowed to hurt Tony, no one! If anyone says even so much as a single bad word about Tony, Peter will jump to his defense immediately.

One time, he got sent to the principle in school because he got into a fight with some older guys. May picks him up but he refuses to tell her what actually made him snap. Only when Tony asks a few days later - he can’t say no to Tony asking, it’s impossible - he tells him that some guy in school called Tony an “overrated playboy with more alcohol in his blood than brain cells in his brain” and he just snapped. Peter expects to be scolded, but Tony just laughs and tells him he can’t believe anything could describe him better. Peter is completely shocked and tells him: “It’s not true! You’re a genius and more intelligent than all of these guys combined and I won’t let them talk about you like that! They’ll never get anywhere in life and come even close to you!” Needless to say, Tony is highly flustered and thinks Peter defending him like that is the cutest thing ever.

NSFW

• Peter is completely weak when Tony uses a slightly more dominant tone. The problem is, this doesn’t only happen in bed and leads to awkward situations.

One time, Peter invited Ned over to the compound and they were just messing around, laughing and having a good time. The problem was that the noise level became rather high and Tony had a pretty nasty headache from the night before, so at one point he snapped and barked: “Tone it down or I’ll make you!”

It took literally half a second before Peter realized he was rock hard from just this tone alone and his face turned into a lovely tomato color. He just sat there for ten minutes, thinking of the most unarousing things he could think of - luckily Ned was busy apologizing to Tony, so he didn’t notice - and Tony watched it all happen, totally picking up on what was really going on.

Peter, of course, admitted it later on and Tony found it highly amusing, asking him what he would do if he’d call him when he was in school and used this tone on him. The way Peter gasped and clung to him as his knees got weak was absolutely beautiful and while Tony never did this exact thing, he did use this dominant tone several times just to tease Peter and to fuck him senseless as soon as they were alone, with the boy begging for it in sheer desperation.

Tony really likes this little ‘problem’ Peter has.

• Tony has a kink for Peter crying. He doesn’t even try to deny it, really. There’s nothing more gorgeous and pretty than seeing his boy tear up. When he looks up at him with those pretty doe eyes shimmering with tears, Tony almost instantly wants to bend him over the nearest surface to fuck the everloving daylight out of him. A similar thing happens when Peter blushes, that always goes straight down to his cock.

• Peter loves dressing up for Tony. Whether it’s in cute panties, pretty stockings or just an oversized sweater that Tony can easily shove up, doesn’t matter. He loves the way Tony looks at him with hunger in his eyes when he walks into the room all dolled up and pretty and sinks into his lap. It never fails to distract Tony from whatever he’s doing, making sure the next hours he spends with his attention on Peter and Peter alone.

• Peter doesn’t only have a daddy kink, he is basically the inventor of his very own Mr. Stark kink. The way he moans it when Tony fucks him is an absolute sin and fuck does it turn Tony on. It’s the hottest thing that can come from the boy’s lips, especially when he clings to Tony desperately, crying from pleasure and begging “Mr. Stark, p-please!”. Nothing gets Tony off harder.

• Related to this, Peter found out that a simple “Mr. Stark” gets Tony to do pretty much anything when they are in public, just for Peter to not lower his voice when he says it. There were several inappropriate and uncomfortable hard ons this caused, but Peter never pushes things too far. Okay, almost never. One time, he did and ended up fucked against the wall in an alley with Tony’s hand covering his mouth so he stayed silent. He still thinks about it to this day and is very tempted to repeat it.

• The first time Tony went a bit rougher on Peter, the boy couldn’t properly walk the next day. He kept swaying and stumbling against Tony, blushing and looking up at him with such a fucked out expression on his face it got Tony hard all over again.

• Peter’s enhanced senses totally extend to sex. It’s so easy to overstimulate the boy and Tony loves doing just that, edging and teasing him to the point Peter cums just by Tony telling him to, without even touching himself or being touched.

[lisaofcypher]

My Home (A Dream SMP fan novel)

Once there were two orphan boys, with no where to call home but each other, until one summer trip to a weird town in Oregon, US. From strange disk journals, mystery authors, time traverlers, zombies, amnesiac half endermen half ghast people, hybrids, and teenage angst, with demons thrown in as well, looks like this summer will have more in store then they thought.

(Summary is poor, but try the first chapter, it explains the plot better. Loosely inspired by Gravity Falls)

Episode One- A Mystery in Vinyls

Episode One- Having Disk sounds great

Tommy’s leg bounces up and down, hitting the metal floor of the bus. 

“Are you nervous, Tubs?” Tommy asks, looking out the window as they pass a bunch of pine trees.

Tubbo sighed, “A bit, yeah.”He paused for a moment. “You?”

Tommy smiles. “Of course not? I have two brothers and a dad! That’s awesome!”

Tubbo only smiled, a hint of sadness in the air. It was common knowledge between the two that for whatever reason, Tubbos parents had left him on the side of the road, and if it wasn’t for a random couple driving by and noticing him, he’d be dead by now.

Just the thought made Tommy shudder.

“I hope he has great music taste!” Tommy.riM. “Maybe he knows some hot girls.” He winks.

Tubbo sighs, “Are girls all you think about?”

“I also think about drugs!”

“You disappoint me.”

“I know!”

“Next stop, L’Manburg!” The bus driver yelled, breaking up the conversation.

“That’s our stop,” Tommy exclaims, getting his bags.

Tubbo inhales quickly, grabbing his own small backpack. It was full of clothes and a bunch of pollen and nectar for his weird obsession with bees. There were over 500 different species of bees living in Oregon.

Tommy was never gonna hear the end of it.

As they walked off the bus, thanking the bus driver politely, they were greeted by a guy with a beanie and a JD style trench coat. He was leaning against a pole, looking like a classic stoner.

“Hey,” he says, shrugging, clearly not too bothered by actual emotions. 

Tommy was shocked, no gasps, no hugging and crying about how their baby brother came home. 

Instead he got, “You look scrawnier than I expected.”

Wow.

That’s nice.

“Who are you?!” Tommy snaps, accusingly. How did he know this was his older brother anyway? He could be some weird stranger.

“Wilbur Soot, your older brother.” He replies, casually.

“Huh, my last name is Soot…” Tommy mumbles to himself.

“No shit, we’re family,” Wilbur sighs, as if Tommy had made the worst joke in existence, as he begins leading the boys , quietly through a trail in the forest.

“Who’s this, your boyfriend?” Wilbur asks, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

Tubbo quickly shakes his head.

“Is he mute?” Wilbur asks.

“‘No, he’s not mute, and he’s my best friend, my brother even,” Tommy defensively spats.

“Then why isn’t he talking?”

“He doesn’t like talking in front of strangers.”

“Uh huh,” Wilbur rolls his eyes. He continues to walk down until they get to a small clearing, to a shack with the name “Mystery Carava.”

Next to it there was a road, with cars leaving and driving in.

“We could have walked down the road instead of hiking!?” Tommy asks, panting. He was this close to smacking Wilbur.

Wilbur smirks. “I prefer the scenery trail.”

“This is it? Why is it called the Mystery Carava?” Tommy asks, looking up at the weird van looking shack.

“The N fell off,” Wilbur shrugs, walking inside and gesturing for the boys to come in.

Inside there was a guy fixing up a bear statue. He saw the boys and ran over.

“You’re here!” He exclaimed. “I’m Philza Soot, but you can call me Phil.” He smiles. He has blonde hair like Tommy’s but longer, and  wears a green cloak. Is it a family trait to have a fashion sense?

“Well I’m Tommy! And this is my best bud Tubbo!” Tommy grins, pulling an arm around his best friend, who smiles sheepishly.

“Oh well, I see you’ve met my son, Wilbur, hope he wasn’t too rude,” Phil laughs awkwardly. “His twin, Techno, is out getting some meat for dinner.”

Both boys look at each other. “Ready to see your room?” Phil winks.

The room is small, with a window in the middle and two beds against the two walls. It was in the attic. 

Tommy takes the red bed instantly, jumping on it and laying out all his stuff. Tubbo takes the tree covered bed, leaving his suitcase by the bed, not bothering to unpack it right now.

“Wanna go explore the forest?” Tommy asks, looking out of the window at the forest looming around the shack.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? I mean- it seems kind of dangerous-“ Tubbo mumbles, not wanting to get himself in danger on the first day.

“Exactly! What if it has like a 

 that we can 

” With that, Tommy grabs Tubbos arm and drags him out of the room and down the stairs.

The forest is beautiful, especially with the nice tint of the sunset. 

“Tommy, it’s getting late, can we please go home?” Tubbo mumbles.

“Do you want to be a pussy?!” Tommy glares.

Tubbo shrinks. “No, sorry.”

Tommy keeps running  until he tripped over a branch and hit his shoulder on a tree.

“Are you okay, Toms?!” Tubbo cries, running over.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” He brushes himself off, grabbing his shoulders. “That was really hard for a tree…”

“Well maybe cause you ran into it!?” Tubbo exclaims.

“Or maybe…” Tommy looks at the tree, feeling it. “It feels like metal.” He turns to Tubbo, who walks over, playing with the sleeve of his green sweater.

“Hm,” Tommy looks all around the tree, before finding a button, pressing it excitedly.

The metal part opens, lifting, showing...

“Disks?” Tommy asks, grabbing them immediately.

“What are you doing? What if it’s booby trapped?” Tubbo snaps.

“Or it’s just disks. What are they?” He brushes his fingers along the black circle. There were two disks in here.

“Maybe we should go home, see if Phil has any way to play them?” Tubbo suggests.

Tommy sighs, looking up at his best friend, then at the darkening sun, “Yeah, you’re right,” he says as he begins walking. Then he realizes something and stops “Hey, Tubs?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember the way back?”

After what feels like a lifetime of walking, they reach the caravan.

“I don’t get why it’s called a caravan, it’s not even a van!” Tommy complains as he walks in.

There was Phil, frowning, with Wilbur sitting by the cashier desk, his legs resting casually on it.

“Where were you?” Phil asks accusingly, having clearly already the role of 

“Out in the forest?” Tommy exclaims, shrugging.

“Do you know how late it is? Couldn’t you have sent me a text or something?!” Phil asks.

“We don’t have phones.”

“Told me where you were going?”

“We didn’t think we needed to.”

Phil sighs, walking closer to the boys, “I know you two grew up without a father… but I’m here now. You- you need to tell me where you are. I don’t know if you can take care of yourself, like Techno. Please, boys, work with me, and I’ll work with you. I know the system isn’t kind, and you’re not used to having anyone but each other, but I swear to you, I’m not leaving you, just please stay safe and work with me here.” He rests his hands on both of the boys’ shoulders.

Tommy looks down at his feet. “Fine, but we both know this arrangement is temporary,” Tommy says before walking upstairs.

“Tommy-“ Phil tries, but Tommy is already gone.

Tubbo begins following, but Phil grabs his shoulder, pulling him back.

“Hey, Tubbo, I- I know you’re not related to Tommy or me, but you’re just as much my son now, as he is. You’re a Soot. I promise.” Phil smiles.

Tubbo blinks. “Thank you, Phil,” he says, then walks up.

It was the first time Tubbo had talked to them.

——— ———

“So, I found a disk player in the storage room, I hope Phil won’t mind us stealing this,” Tommy says, bringing in an old disk player and dropping it on his bed.

Tubbo looks up at him. “What if the disks are haunted and we summon an evil demon?”

“If that happens, that’d be like, really fucking awesome, ya know?”

He hooks up the disk player and puts in the disk, connecting it to a speaker.

“Audio log one, side A. It’s been a year since I moved to L’Manburg,” the voice on the speaker says. It sounds familiar, but Tommy can’t put his finger on it.

“And in all my time researching the strange fantastical elements of the town, I never could have expected this. The town has strange mystical elements, ones I can describe but not exactly explain. Just yesterday I saw a giant bee that was purple! That’s not how bees work! Trust me, I know a lot about them. Kind of an obsession of mine. My brother keeps telling me to relax, stop looking into these things. But I won’t. I will get to the bottom of this. This town could be the key to figuring out why I have these horns.” As he says that, Tubbo jolts up, touching his own horns. “He’s like me?”

“My goal for this week is to see if I can help my friend and restore his memory. Perhaps his half enderman nature could have something to do with it.”

“Half endermen? But those don’t even exist!” Tommy yells.

“I hope my brother understands…. He’s always been a loud guy, and I love him, but... at least my new friend is kinder to me. Alas, I must get going, before P gets annoyed and sends T after me. Until next time, my precious disks.”

And that’s when Tommy stops it.

“Oh my god….” Tubbo mumbles, stunned.

“This guy is a total nutcase!” Tommy snaps.

“How are you so sure?” Tubbo asks.

“Look at the guy, he’s talking about endermen and purple bees! That’s not even possible!”

“Maybe not…” Tubbo sighs, he can't help but relate to this mysterious man, with his horns and love of bees.

“What are you guys doing with my disk player?” A voice asks, and they look up and gasp.

It’s a young man with a pink braid who is wearing a white tunic with a red jacket, and has red eyes….

It must be Techno.

“Uh…. hi! I’m Tommy!” Tommy shoots up.

“Yeah I got that part.”

“We just wanted to play some disks we found in the forest!” Once again, Tubbo facepalms at his brother’s lack of a filter.

“You found disks in the forest?” 

“Yeah! In some weird tree compartment!”

“That’s interesting, look, next time ask me, or I’ll make sure you won’t even be able to grab it.”

Oh great, this guy is threatening violence.

“Why are your eyes red?” Tommy asks.

“Uh, contacts,” Techno quickly responds.

Those eyes look far too real for contacts, but Tommy drops it, not wanting to anger the man any further.

“Anyway, welcome. Try not to die.” And then he leaves, closing the door behind him.

“Try not to die!?” Tubbo gulps.

“Well… that was something.”

“Guess we have a mystery on our hands!”

“Mystery….?” Tubbo asks cautiously.

“Well yeah? We have to figure out who the man recording the disks is, and if these enderman creatures are real!”

Tubbo smiles, trying to hide his apprehension at the idea of looking for danger.

“So far, this place feels more like home than Manchester ever did.”

“I mean, we’re in a foreign country, but yeah,” Tubbo shrugs.

“That guy on the disk has the same bee obsession that you do!” Tommy points out.

“Yeah, I guess he does.”

“Are you assuming one's gender, Tobias?” Tommy teases.

“Don’t call me that!” Tubbo smacks his brother over the head.

“Oh what are you gonna do? Tackle me with your short legs? I could take you easy!”

“When was the last time you worked out, Tommy?” Tubbo snaps back with a grin.

“When was the last time you did?” Tommy pushes Tubbo.

“Asshole!” Tubbo pouts.

Tommy laughed, taking off his shirt for bed.

“Sleep well Tubs,” Tommy whispers, turning off the light.

“You too, Toms.” 

Who knows what this town has in store for them. They’re together, and that’s what matters.

——— ———

“Is it almost ready, Sam?” A man asks, as Sam works on the portal.

“It should be, Mr. President, just give me a moment.”

“We need to hurry up before the goons find us.” The man gulps.

“I know, I know. Dream and his forces will never track us down here.”

“You consulted Karl right?”

“Of course not. Karl can suck my dick, this is for the sake of humanity.”

“I hope this works… for my sake and Earths.”

“Mine too,” Sam frowns.

“Because if it doesn’t I know what will happen.”

[firecooking]

Real tips for the cold

ok I know the cold is bad but like, the way that Tumblr is treating it rn is pissing me off, it happens almost every year and yes it's dangerous but suddenly this year it's so bad we have to scare people and give really bad tips that could kill someone. These are my tips as someone who worked on a preservation railroad all winter as a kid in Wisconsin, these are things I've gotten from family, friends, and old railway workers, I'll try and be as firm and rational in this, I don't want to scare anyone, that just makes it worse.

"don't wear cotton or denim because it will kill you if you get some snow on you, just a warning"

like no absolutely wear jeans over your leggings and a tee-shirt under your jacket and sweater, hell wear a cotton sweater. Cotton will keep you warm and denim [but not stretchy denim like skinny jeans] will not let wind onto your skin or other layers. Aslong As as you don't roll around in snow or drench yourself in liquid you are fine. But if you do get wet in jeans or your shirt or sweater does get wet, try and wrap yourself in a blanket or something that will keep the wind off of you, get to a warm safe place [your car, unless you live in it, is not a warm safe place unless you are more than 25 minutes to somewhere warm] and take those layers off asap.

"don't touch metal you'll stick to it"

Ok you can touch doorknobs and cardoors, or even a shovel, it's ok but not recommended with bare hands. If you have really sensitive skin or you sweat in your layers, wear gloves at all times outside. If you don't have gloves, a pair of old socks can be worn on your hands, if you are just going out for the mail or to get something from your car, you will be fine without gloves if it's within 500 feet of the door. Also don't lick things, it's not fun, trust me. If you do get stuck don't call 911 you will lose a limb [or tounge] waiting that way, get someone to pour warm [not hot or cold, WARM] water on the spot you are stuck, this will unstick you and get Inside as fast as possible.

"Boil water in your house to heat it up"

This is a two way street, if it is already warm in your house, like over 72 degrees warm, this is really good as it will make the air less dry from the hot Furness air and more comfortable. The opposite is worse for you. If your house is cold, like under 60-65 and you make it humid, the cold water in the air will cause you to feel colder, you could even get sick because of the cold water clinging to your skin, I know I have for an example.

"take a hot shower if you get wet or have chills"

Taking a hot shower can feel nice at first, but will most of the time put you into shock. The hot water will even cause pain if you are cold enough, it's the same reason why you don't put a hypothermia patient in with hot water or next to a hot fire. If you get wet dry off and put on a few layers of pajamas, wrap up in a blanket, if you get chills it's the same process but make sure you slowly add blankets. Drinking something warm, not hot, will also help. Eating something can also help but not to much, chills could make you throw up if you eat a lot.

If you do need to take a shower after being in the cold

Take a lukewarm shower and slowly turn up the heat if it starts to feel too cold, do not go above hotish warm. This is only if you get covered in mud or something that clings to the skin and will make you colder and colder if it stays on you[or if you are so dirty a warm washcloth won't be able to clean it all]. Always dry your hair completely and make sure your skin if free of drops, do not go back outside for a few hours, the moisture in your skin and hair will make you more likely to get chills.

"always keep a karoseen heater in your car for when you get stuck"

In theory this is great but lighting up a heater that runs on gas in your car is one of the most dangerous things you can do. If you have a light warmer that runs on battery in your car that's great, if you don't keep a blanket and hand warmers in your car. Another tip that can also help is keeping your car over 1\3 of a tank full, in my experience this keeps you from a.) Getting stranded, and 2.) Running out of heat right away if you get stuck. If you do get stick turn down your heat and be diligent at only keeping it warm enough not to see your breath, this will give you more time with heat waiting for rescue. If your stuck in a snow drift or on the side of the road it's ok if your windows fog up aslong as you keep your hazzards on.

For your car in winter

In winter you want to be aware you need different gear in your car for emergencies, here's a list I recommend. I don't carry all of this all the time but things in bold are what I carry at all times.

A few cans of canned food you don't mind eating cold [pasta rings, corn, ect] if you get stuck and hungry these can be warmed up slightly and eaten, hand warming packets [at least 25, the more the better, use these to warm you and some food], a few warm blankets [you can get fleece blankets Walmart for 2.50], extra bright flares, extra gloves, a backup hat, an old jacket, water bottles [pour some water out so they don't burst in the cold], a shovel, a small bag of sidewalk salt [this in a trunk can also help with grip to the road, but don't over do it], and some rope or pulling chains

This is all I can think of right now, just remember that when the weather is bad, being calm and rational will all ways be your biggest life saver, if you are ever stranded in your car call someone close to you or your city's non emergency number, 911 will either direct you to the non emergency number if there is no major problems such as injuries or crashes, or you can bog up the system, cold weather is when the most calls go to 911 lines. If your [gas] heat goes out call your gas company or city office, they will help you as soon as possible or can tell you if there is a widespread gas issue, if you can't pay your gas bill, calling your gas company and working out a deal is your best option, if you have minors or elderly in your household you may be able to get a few months of free gas service [in Wisconsin they cannot shut off heat to a house with minors, or at least that was the policy last time I checked]. If any damage from weather occurs either call your insurance company if you own your house to see if they can do anything, or if you rent call your landlord and renters insurance.

Please stay safe and warm this winter, and every winter!

[emeraldbabygirl]

21 Questions

answer 21 questions then tag 21 people

I was tagged by @yuta-the-mountain-man part of the Jeup Squad uwu

Name: Serena (but I hate my name so let’s not call me that uwu thankies)

Nickname: bitch and whore (it’s actually that tho, it’s official. Be like “hey whore” and I’d say “for Kim Sehyoon hell yeah”)

Gender: female (but I really wanna put blob fish uwu)

Star Sign: Taurus

Current time: 12:50 in the am

Favorite artists: this is a hard question. I don’t know if I should list my favorite artists as of rn or of all time and how many?? Idk man. Ok let’s do Shinee, Fx, Girls Generation, Big Bang, 2NE1, Halo, Imfact, N.Tic, Momoland, Saturday, Fromis_9, D-Crunch, Noir, Dreamcatcher, OneUs & OneWe, Stray Kids, ATEEZ, Sistar, Boyfriend, N.Cus, ENOi anddddd uhhh it that too much already? Oh! VAV. Can’t believe I forgot them :(

Song stuck in my head: I’ve had a lot of songs stuck in my head but recently it’s been ENOi’s Cheeky uwu

Last film I saw: I think it was The Labyrinth. If you’ve never heard or seen that movie you need to. David Bowie is so hot in my movie and the soundtrack is so good

Last thing I googled: The Bachelor because I’m binge watching the episodes because I watch that now

Other blogs: a fun question, I have one called underrated incorrect quotes that I haven’t been posting on recently and then I run a fystvan account with someone on here that I haven’t been posting on lately either. I mostly post on this one

Do I get asks: every once in awhile, we’ll not really asks persay but sometimes people send me cute messages and I love getting those, they make me feel like those big blogs with many followers and I appreciate that people just send me stuff. I want to get more, even if it’s weird ya’know? But I understand because sometimes I wanna send my friends asks but I either don’t do it if I just message them instead. But an ask every once in awhile can really make someone’s day uwu

Reasons for your url: so it was originally emeraldvixx because emerald is my birth stone and I loved vixx at the time but I changed it after I stopped listening to vixx. I don’t know why I chose babygirl and I’ve thought about changing it but I don’t know what I would change it to and I like it so

Following: over 500

Average sleep: my sleep schedule is fucked cause I’m grindin on that graveyard shift but I’m getting like 6 maybe 7 hours?? But one time I slept for almost 18 hours I did yep yep

Lucky number: don’t have one

Currently wearing: pajamas pants, a Lovelyz tee and a grey duster sweater thingy shut up it’s comfy and I wanna cuddle a kpop boy in it uwu

Dream job: when I was younger I wanted to be a chef or like be Bob Ross but I don’t have a dream job anymore lmao

Dream Trip: don’t have one

Favorite food: I talk about it all the time. I love chimkin nuggies and want to feed all the nuggies to Jeup while me snuggle and play video games please and thank you

Instruments: is this like do I play any now? Because I don’t but I attempted to play my accordion that I had when I was younger, I’be tried the organ and piano and keyboard and I was in my middle school band and played the trumpet and saxophone

Favorite song: I kept the genre for artists as kpop so I suppose I’ll do the same here. Shinee’s Ring Dong Dong will always be my favorite song. Actually maybe of any genre ever?

I’ll tag @excindrela @moonchildrenandflowercrowns @yovibeispretty @uwooyu @kodabodaa @despairandjo @starstruckforyou @allmybiasneedtostop @jaejoongs-nipple-piercing @notnessasarilybad @feelingsobloom I guess that’s it. I don’t really know who all to tag anymore uwu

[fashiontrendyclub]

Nine change makers in the Netherlands making fashion more sustainable

The fashion industry is the second biggest polluter on the planet, responsible for around 10% of all global carbon emissions and tarnished by a reputation for sweatshops – but it doesn’t have to be this way. DutchNews.nl shines a light on nine innovators in the Netherlands helping to make the sector more sustainable. Consumers in the Netherlands discard about 210 tons of unwanted clothing and textiles each year, two-thirds of which is incinerated; while the Dutch fashion industry has an annual surplus of around 21.5 million items of unsold clothing, often produced by poorly treated workers and not built to last. Each garment produced has an average carbon footprint of 20kg. Changing practices in the clothing industry is crucial to meeting the country’s emission targets and improving the industry’s human rights record. Here are nine change makers in the Netherlands leading the way. Loop.a life Knitwear brand Loop.a life has abandoned the wasteful model of regularly changing, seasonal collections and focuses instead on creating long-lasting essentials for men and women. The cotton and wool garments are created from recycled knitwear and denim using an entirely circular, closed-loop process. Removing the need to cultivate the raw materials saves around 500 litres of water per sweater for wool and between 5000 and 15,000 litres for cotton. Founded in 2016 by Ellen Mensink, Loop.a life were the first Dutch company to use 100% recycled yarn, most of it sourced in the Netherlands. Similar colours are carefully selected and combined with industrial waste and Eucalyptus wood fibres, which means no dye is needed. Arch & Hook It’s not just textiles that the fashion industry wastes. When garments are transported from factories to stores and hung on branded hangers, the plastic placeholders are discarded, condemning an estimated 85 billion single-use hangers to landfill each year. Since 2015, Amsterdam-based Arch & Hook has sought to change this by producing high-quality hangers made from sustainable materials. Previous collections have included bespoke hangers for clients such as Karen Millen and Harrods made out of FSC® certified wood, and last year, supported by Roland Mouret and the British Fashion Council, the company launched BLUE®, the first ever hanger made of upcycled ocean bound thermoplastic. ‘​At Arch & Hook, we strongly believe that we are in the early stages of a new industrial revolution,’ says CEO and founder Sjoerd Fauser. ‘Cleaning up what humanity has caused is crucial before eliminating plastics entirely.’ Amsterdam-based &Wider Examining the whole chain of production is crucial to making fashion more ethical. Amsterdam-based &Wider has been helping businesses bridge the data gap on working conditions in the clothing industry since 2014 by providing actionable results to drive material improvements in workers’ lives and in the businesses that employ them. Through their online platform, buyers and employers can gather anonymous data direct from workers, and use this information to implement changes in labour practices along the supply chain. ‘The fashion industry cannot work ethically without hearing from workers themselves,’ spokesperson Sesihle Manzini told DutchNews.nl. ‘The design of our system allows us to hear from vulnerable workers: those who we often hear about, but rarely hear from.’ MUD jeans Mud, a natural, endlessly recycled material, inspired the name behind this sustainable jeans company headquartered in Laren. Founded in 2013 by industry-insider Bert van Son, who had seen first-hand the unethical practices in the sector, MUD has taken a different tack by producing garments made from up to 40% recycled materials and coloured with Cradle2Cradle dyes. 95% of the water used is recycled through reverse osmosis, reducing water use to about one third of the industry standard. Clients can rent or buy jeans, repairs are free, and they can get reductions on loans or purchases by cashing in any brand of old jeans with at least 96% cotton content. The Fabricant Thanks to Amsterdam-based digital fashion house The Fabricant, the digital dress is now a fact – and sold last year for $9500. The assertion that the clothes with the least environmental impact are those which do not exist is hard to argue with – even if it requires a total rethinking of how we promote fashion. The Fabricant specialises in 3D fashion design and animation, offering an alternative to physical concepts such as runway shows, sample sizes and photo shoots. The potential to try clothes on our digital selves, or create a digital advertising campaign can only cut carbon costs. United Wardrobe Founded in 2014 by three students from Wageningen with a mission to make second-hand clothing the buyer’s default, this online marketplace has over 4 million subscribers. From its headquarters in Utrecht, United Wardrobe has now opened its doors to France, Germany and Belgium, allowing users to buy and sell everything from designer shoes to onesies for newborns. ‘People are way more conscious than six years ago,’ co-founder Thijs Verheul told DutchNews.nl. ‘We have already people of age 12 selling and buying secondhand clothes, not because it is cheap for them, but really because they love the sustainable factor.’ Renoon ‘I was so fed up with opening dozens of windows in my browser to find sustainable alternatives that matched my style,’ says Iris Skrami, who co-founded Renoon to fill a gap in the market for a curated one-stop online shop for eco-minded style seekers. The app and website, which launched in 2019, feature new and pre-owned items with emerging brands such as Fisch and PANGAIA listed alongside established designers such as Stella McCartney and Filippa K. ‘There are so many brands and products already in the market that we should have easier access to,’ says Skrami. Fast Feet Grinded Fast Feet Grinded are urban miners, seeking out wasted resources that gain new value when repurposed. In this case it’s our discarded trainers. Globally, an estimated 12 billion pairs of trainers are produced each year, of which at least 90% will end up in landfill. The Limburg-based company employs workers with a distance from the labour market to upcycle rubber, foam and fibre from unwanted trainers to make spongy surfaces for playgrounds, athletics tracks and sports fields – or materials for new trainers. This contribution to a more circular economy in sportswear has attracted partnerships with brands such as Decathlon, ASICS and Intersport. RE LOVE FASHION by RE LOVE Foundation Three-year-old creative agency RE LOVE FASHION is an anomaly in the sector: its mission is to reduce consumption. Fronted by the striking blue-haired Antoinette van den Berg, a trend-forecaster and stylist known in fashion circles as the Lady in Blu, the Amsterdam agency is forging a new path in a polluting industry by promoting what she describes as ‘joyful alternatives to enjoy fashion: reuse, retouch, restyle, repair and repeat’. ‘If we really want to reduce the pollution of the fashion industry, the most effective solution is to consume fewer new clothes,’ she told DutchNews.nl. ‘How nice is it to wear something that you know didn’t pollute?’ Source Read the full article

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the Devil wears Gucci- Part 2

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Masterlist

▪︎series Masterlist

▪︎Kim Taehyung x reader, feat. Kim Namjoon

▪︎2.2k words

▪︎Enemies to lovers au, fashion industry au, f*ckboy au, fluff, romance, slight angst

As the dedicated personal assistant of the genius mind behind House of RM, the empire that rules the fashion industry, your world is turned upside down the day Namjoon personally asks you to train his newest hire- the eternally insufferable Kim Taehyung.

(photo credit to vantaeholic)

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Taehyung seemed determined to make this situation as difficult as possible.

You figured the easiest way to start the day off was to give him a tour of the building. If he was going to assist you, he at least needed to know where everything was, right? There were so many moving parts to the company - the pace was so fast. No sense letting him get lost in the mailroom basement when he was supposed to be pulling fabric samples on floor 13. At the very least, it was a solid excuse to stall while you tried to come up with a plan for what to do with him because, God, this boy was on such a hormone kick.

You had barely gotten him out of Namjoon’s office before you caught him making shameless eye contact with the new girl Mina whose desk was across the freaking room. The poor girl was blushing so furiously that she was clashing with the bright magenta of her sweater. She’d definitely be a mess for at least the next two days over it.

“All right mister...kim, was it?” You asked, feigning ignorance because his ego seemed big enough all ready.

“All ready forgotten my name ? I didn’t know I’d gotten you that worked up all ready, Princess. It’s Taehyung, but you can call me Tae,” The cockiness smeared across his face repulsed you. Invading your space, he dipped down to whisper ...“unless there’s something else you’d rather be calling me.”

A shameless wink and a flash of teeth later, a shiver rolled down your spine for all the wrong reasons. Ugh, he was gross. You could practically feel the face he was making without even having to look. “I think I’ll just stick to your first name, thanks. Nicknames aren’t really office appropriate.”

“Suit yourself, Jagi.” He smirked.

God, as a matter of fact, nothing about taehyung was “office appropriate.” You kept trying to figure out why he was even here. He had impeccable taste in fashion, that was for sure, but nothing about him made you think it was his idea to work here. He’d been spaced out for most of the tour or checking the phone hidden in the snug front pocket of his ridiculously tight pants.

Cautiously, you risked a glance over at him, trying to assess what his story was. Tae didn’t walk, he glided across the floor - led by his cocky chin and his confident hips. He kept one hand tucked in his pocket as the other rested against his shoulder letting his blazer swing off his fingertips. He’d flirted shamelessly with every woman in the building thus far, including you, and couldn’t seem to keep his tongue inside his mouth. It was always resting right on the edge of his teeth of the corner of his smug lips framed by his insufferable right eyebrow arching high as he surveyed each woman’s reaction to him. God, if he laid it on any thicker you might actually gag. You’d never actually rolled your eyes this many times in one day before. You wondered if that potentially cause any long term damage as you forged ahead, debriefing Taehyung on the history of the company.

“House of RM is a force. This company began as a small clothing line that Namjoon started himself at 17, but now has diversified into so many areas that it is not only at the top of the fashion industry but is also one of the 500 wealthiest companies on the planet. But aside from that, it is also driven by its charitable work. Just last year alone we- hey, are you listening?” You’d noticed as you walked down a hallway lined with floor to ceiling windows that you seemed to have lost his attention- again.

Mother of god, this idiot was fixing his hair in the window.

“Any day now, Taehyung. We have other things to do today.”

“Are you on that list?” The reflection of his eyes darted to meet yours as your patience curdled like hot milk. Are there really women that line would work on? You grimaced.

Ignoring his statement, you pressed on. “I’d like to finish this tour before we both get grey hair, Taehyung.” You sighed, one hand fixed on your waist, weight sinking into one hip. You resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of your nose. You felt a headache coming on.

Adjusting the swoop of his bangs across his forehead, He chuckled to himself and you weren't sure why. You hadn’t said anything funny.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about trying it actually,” he mused.

“Trying what?”

“Grey hair. Silver, really. I think it’ll really bring out my eyes.”

Dumbfounded at how easily he made everything about himself, you ignored his statement.

“ANYWAY,....you know what. Here. I honestly don’t think you care at all. About anything I’m saying. I don’t even know why your here. So how bout you tell me, hm? Why are looking for a job at house of RM? Let’s get this over with So we can go eat lunch and get a half hour away from each other.” You mumbled the last part under your breath. Or so you thought.

“Aww, you don’t want to eat lunch with me, Jagi? I’m hurt.” he reached forward to pinch your cheek and you swatted his hand away.

“Don’t call me that.” There was that name again. You frowned.

“And only 30 minutes? Aren’t corporate jobs supposed to give you an hour at least?”

“Not to you they don’t. That’s specifically for lunch meetings with clientele and business lunches. Not” poking him in his regrettably firm chest for emphasis, “for the coffee boy.” You turned on your heel and began to saunter away, leaving narcissus to entertain himself.

“Hey! Wait up” he yelped when he noticed how far down the hallway you’d gotten without him. He jogged behind you, trying to catch up. Which didn’t take very long thanks to the stride of his long legs. Sigh. There went your 10 seconds of solitude. “Seriously! wait up.” He leaned a palm on your shoulder once he finally reached you and placed his other hand on his hip while he caught his breath. “Fine. You want a real answer? fine.”

You arched a brow at him curiously, waiting to see how he’d BS his way through this one.

“My uncle okay? He hasn’t exactly been... on board with my “life choices” as of late,” his fingers made quotations in the air. “He Thinks working for someone like Namjoon’ll help get me my shit together. Grow up, be a man, all that. But, I Figure if I’ve got to be here, then I might as well enjoy myself, right?” He shrugged, but there was thinly veiled animosity in his eyes that hadn’t been there all day.

“So he’s trying to scare you straight with a job at a fashion company?” You asked incredulously, arms crossing protectively over your chest.

Taehyung shrugged. “Eh, I think it’s less about what he sells, and more about the how he runs his business. Why let your nephew be a struggling artist when he could be the next self made millionaire before he’s 30?” He snorted at this. Like he’d had to sit through this conversation way more times than he would like.

“Well…. he’s right. Anyone would be lucky to work with a genius like Namjoon. Maybe some of his work ethic will rub off on you,” you said, snappier than you’d meant to. There was no point going soft on him because of some pseudo sob story. Nobody wanted to have to work for a living, and you weren’t about to let him trick you into giving him an easier time. But apparently, this was the wrong thing to say. You’d hit a nerve.

“Geeze, so how long have you been fucking the boss?” He quipped, his tone steely.

You almost choked on your own spit. “EXCUSE ME??”

“Anyone would be lucky to work with a genius like Kim Namjoon. CLEARLY, the man’s either been in your panties or you want him to be. Facts are facts, sweetheart.” He shrugged and walked ahead of you, smug smile growing wider by the second, as you stood there struggling to remember how to speak.

“How d-dare you!” You stumbled. “He is a-a great man and an excellent leader and I-“

“I just want him to finally notice me and let me call him daddy. Yes, daddy Namjoon, I’d be glad to take care of that for you as long as you take care of me first,” Taehyung jeered as a blush so sinisterly scarlet bloomed across your face you swore you must be dying. Finally breaking free from your shock, you marched toward him and spun him around by the shoulder.

“Listen to me, you horrible little brat, If you EVER speak like that to me again...,” the laughter in his irises only fueled your fury as you clutched his dress shirt in your first.

“Calm down, Princess. I saw the way you looked at him.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. One far too sultry for your liking. “Don’t worry. I won’t say anything.”

Winking, he removed your hand from his shirt and smoothed over the wrinkles your aggression had created. “And I mean, really, if anyone should be upset here, it’s me. You’re cheating on me all ready with all those naughty lustful thoughts about our boss. Tsk, tsk. I’m hurt,____. Am I all ready not enough for you?” He feigned being wounded and you could already feel vomit coming up the back of your throat.

“You… are disgusting. People worked HARD To be here. To earn a place in this company. You’ve been given an amazing opportunity, and you just want to throw it all away because ‘oh my uncle is making me work?” well guess what? Welcome to the real world!! That’s what adults do! I, for one, worked my butt off to be here- and I don’t need a lazy little scumball punk like you telling me who I am or why I’m here. So Screw you, Kim Taehyung. I’m just trying to do my job. Good luck figuring out yours on your own. I’m done.” Chest heaving, you stared him down.

This idiot would not be the reason you lost the best paying job you’d ever had. And you’d be damned if you were going to stand here and take his behavior lying down. Gritting your teeth, you turned toward the elevators, fully intending to leave his lazy behind in the hallway, when suddenly you felt a feather light touch on your back.

“Hey, it was just supposed to be a joke.” You could hear the smile in his voice faltering even though he tried to chuckle. “Don’t take everything so seriously.”

“Well next time, try to actually be funny then. Cuz that was just a horrible thing to say.” You shook your head, refusing to look back at him.

“Duly noted. Didn’t know you’d be so sensitive.” His words were careless- they should have made you angrier- but without the distraction of his face, you could actually here something that sounded almost like remorse in his voice. “Won’t, uh… won’t happen again, boss lady.”

The elevator opened and you stepped inside, but blocked his path when he tried to follow you. “What are…?”

“Ah, Not today, Kim. I’m eating lunch alone. If you were paying any attention at all to me earlier, then you’ll find the cafe on your own just fine. Meet me in the lobby in 30 minutes for the rest of your training. But I don’t want to see you even a second before then.”

He looked dumbfounded.

You kept a stern demeanor about you until the doors closed. Even once you made it back to your desk to grab the lunch that you’d packed, you kept your composure. Even when Mina stopped by your desk to talk to you about the dreamy new guy.

It wasn’t until you excused yourself to go to the private bathroom that you finally felt yourself begin to crack. You quickly locked the door and leaned against it. It was the only thing holding you up. His words played over and over in your head, and your eyes started to glaze over until slowly, even teardrops began to trickle down your face and splatter onto your cream silk blouse. Crumpling into a ball against the door, you let every last one of them fall.

You hated Taehyung. You hated him for his arrogance, for his refusal to care about anything important, for the careless words he’d thrown at your heart, but most of all for the fact that he’d been able to see right through you...

You did have feelings for Namjoon. Feelings you knew would never go anywhere. Feelings you thought were harmless- private. But if taehyung had been able to pick up on them in his first five minutes in the building, then how long had you been making a fool of yourself in front of the entire staff? In front of Namjoon? God, you were pathetic. How many people knew? How long had this been going around this office? How many of the smiles people had given you were actually them laughing at you? You felt like a joke.

And so you cried.

You cried because you were tired of holding it all together. You cried because you were tired of always trying so hard to be the perfect employee- dressing the part, looking the part, performing the part- and still having to deal with people like Kim Taehyung.

But this was you. You could do this. You were better than this. Rising from the floor, you went to the mirror to clean yourself up. You looked yourself in the eye and drew a deep breath. Splashing some cold water on your face, you made a promise to yourself. Taehyung wouldn’t win this. Whether he kept his job here or not, you wouldn’t let him drive you insane. You would survive this.

No matter how long it took.

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read part 3 here!

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I did it! Part 2 is LIVE!!! Thank you guys so much for your feedback and interest. Im not sure how many posts this is going to become, but I’m all ready pretty far down the rabbit hole with this one and I promise you will love where it’s going. Thanks for popping by! ✨