#did I wear a turtleneck tank top to dinner yes I did

[loveandthings11]

LA diaries:

Week 1 of actually living here instead of commuting every few weeks or being in college here: this apartment is epic and I can’t afford it but I would rather die than get a roommate. We’ll see if I have to when I ask for a raise this week.

My best friend from high school also likes to have multiple cocktails when she goes out to dinner and gush about Broadway but she wants to go home afterwards. I want to talk for 3 hours but OKAY.

The girl at dinner next to us with awful fake red hair said loudly “succession is a terrible show” and started mentioning the acting and my friend (who worked in film/TV) was literally like “stay here. Don’t listen to that table” sndbfifhfisjsjsk I was like SORRY THAT WAS LOUD. Can we kick someone out of The TV City because that person has an incorrect opinion???

Who wants to send me a ridiculous ask that I will surely answer honestly after 3 cosmos?

[princessplantasaurus]

Depending on how much of a VT writing bug you’ve got, I have an idea that could be 1-3 prompts depending how you wanted to take it.

Short Version: Bob/Blueberry and Larry/Petunia Double Date

3-Prompt Version: Boberry picks the double-date location and Lartunia is awkward about it, Lartunia picks the location and Boberry is awkward about it, and what the middle ground that both couples enjoy would be.

Omg so I had to jump on the short version because it reminded me of a silly little headcanon scenario @giacomos and I came up with in 2020

After wrapping Princess and the Pie War, Petunia was genuinely surprised to have been invited back for Minnesota Cuke. Now, of course she was hoping they'd ask her back to read for another role one day - but for a role to be written for her in their very next show? They were really going out of their way to make her feel like part of the family.

And the studio was starting to feel like home, even if she did still feel like the new kid in school. There was a familiarity, and yet there were still moments now and again where she'd be reminded just how long everyone had known each other, and just how little she knew them in comparison.

With the cast finalized for Samson's Hairbrush, the team had their first read through. Petunia was pleasantly surprised to learn that some of the team, such as Pa Grape and Madame Blueberry, were on set for the read through, despite not having a role in this particular episode. Pa explained to her that most of the team did backstage work when not acting, which made sense to the rhubarb, and sparked the hope that she'd fill her own role as a member of the team if not acting, too.

While the initial readthrough was fairly successful, it was, overall, unnoteworthy. What was noteworthy, however, was how Madame Blueberry approached her after they'd finished. "Petunia dear, could I chat with you a moment?"

"Sure, Megan." she smiled kindly. "What did you want to talk about?"

"There's no chance you'd be free tonight for dinner, would you?" The blueberry questioned.

"I am, actually!" Petunia smiled happily, before asking "A girls night?"

"Not quite." Madame Blueberry smiled slyly, thought Petunia wasn't exactly sure what for. "See, I was, well, we were, hoping...you'd join Bob, Larry and myself tonight for a bit of a...double date."

Petunia blinked, confused. Bob, Larry and herself...Bob and Larry were dating? Megan was asking her out? Was that right? "Double date?" she repeated.

"Yes dear." Megan smiled. "I'm sure Robert would've asked you himself, it being his idea and all, but I'm sure by now you've learned...how he can be, at times..."

Robert. Who was Robert? Oh. Bob. Of course. Bob wanted to ask her out? Larry was dating...Megan? Her stomach dropped a bit at the thought, her girlish showmance of a crush now...well...crushed. But then again, Bob seemed nice. He wasn't as cute as Larry, but he wasn't exactly difficult on the eyes, she supposed. She owed it to herself to at least give it a chance. "What time will we be meeting?"

The answer was at around 7 that evening, at a restaurant Petunia felt very underdressed for. She wasn't entirely sure what she'd been expecting, given that in the month and a half she'd known Megan, the blueberry's affinity for the finer things had been very well established. Despite her insecurities about wearing a simply turtleneck and tank top, she was relieved to see that at least Bob and Larry weren't in three piece suits. Megan wore a very frilly red dress and pearls, but she would wear that to go grocery shopping.

"Petunia, dear!" The blueberry greeted upon seeing the redhead. "We're so happy you could make it!"

There was on chair left available. Larry on her left, Megan on her right, and across from Bob. Was that an odd configuration? Maybe not, she supposed, as it meant Larry and Megan would be gazing into each other's eyes all night. And her and Bob. Obviously. She needed to cut out this Larry preoccupation. "Thank you for inviting me!"

"We're glad you agreed to it." Bob admitted, sharing a look with Madame Blueberry, before adding "though we had a feeling you might-"

"Oh?" Petunia raised an eyebrow, curiously. Was she giving off interested-in-Bob vibes? Maybe her interested-in-Larry vibes read that way to someone who knew Larry was in a relationship already.

"I've got an eye for this sort of thing." Megan smirked. "Much like Nona, hmm?"

Larry laughed awkwardly, clearing his throat. "Yep, sure hit the nail on the head with that casting-"

"Not the only one in that show." Bob smiled cheekily. "Funny how-"

"Do we really need to talk about that right now?" Larry frantically interrupted.

Once again blinking in confusion, Petunia asked "talk about what?"

"You know, Larry almost gave up the part of Duke." Bob smiled towards the rhubarb, despite the cucumber's high pitched noise of distress.

"Really?" Petunia turned towards Larry, "But you played him so naturally-"

"Yes," Madame Blueberry gave Larry a knowing look "Funny how when a certain redheaded actress came in to read, he could suddenly play a man in love-"

"Guys-" Larry tried to diffuse.

"What?" Madame Blueberry feigned innocence. "She's already agreed to the date, Lawrence."

"Lawrence?" Petunia repeated out loud.

Petunia's echo went unheard as Megan continued to tease. "And you weren't the only one blushing and giggling between those takes."

As the pieces fell in place for Petunia...well, let's just say she was blushing and giggling again. "Oh, I thought-"

"Everyone noticed it, dear." Megan smiled. "We all thought it was adorable. And we all wanted Larry to find such a sweetheart one day-"

"Wait," Petunia leaned in to whisper to Larry "Bob and Megan are...?"

"Yeah, have been since way before you got here." he whispered back. "You didn't notice?"

A quick glance towards the pair - and the lovestruck look Bob was giving the blueberry at the moment, confirmed to Petunia that she really hadn't been paying attention to anyone other than Larry much at all.

Which, it turned out, was okay, she supposed.

[angelicamerlinbarnes]

Okay but like I feel like Diego is the kind of person to flirt with really bad pick-up lines and Klaus is just Not Having It

featuring: Diego being a flustered Mama's boy and Klaus being a disaster dumbass and the two of them being completely in love with each other anyway

DISCLAIMER: None of the pick-up lines are mine, but the responses and ensuing shenanigans are :)

(there's fifty of these so buckle up kids :) sorry not sorry <3)

seriously though some of these are really bad

#1: He A Snack

Diego: Baby, you belong in the vending machine because you’re a snack.

Klaus: Diego you know I’m claustrophobic.

Diego: Don’t you mean Klaus-trophobic??? *finger guns*

Klaus: *blinks*

Klaus: I want a divorce.

#2: I’m From Hell

Diego: Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

Klaus: I’m a veteran addict and abuse victim who can see ghosts, Diego.

Klaus: Everything hurts.

#3: Animal Puns

Diego: *points to TV screen playing the Discovery Channel* Hey Klaus.

Diego: You’re my otter half.

Klaus: Diego those are meerkats.

#4: Stars

Diego: The stars are beautiful tonight.

Klaus: Yup.

Diego: You know who else is beautiful?

Klaus: Ben.

#5: Get Out Your Handcuffs Mister

Diego: You’re under arrest… for stealing my heart.

Klaus: Diego you got kicked out of the police academy like five years ago, just give up.

#6: Bad Boys

Diego: *leaning against the doorframe like a moron* So. I hear you like bad boys.

Klaus: Diego you cried because you accidentally stepped on a bee last week.

Diego: Well yeah but -

Klaus: You held a funeral for it. You made us all speak. You had Allison fly in from California. It was a fucking bee, Diego.

Diego: … I wear leather?

Klaus: So does every other kid who shops at Hot Topic. You’re not special.

#7: Prince Charming

Diego: Your knight in shining armor is here -

Klaus: One, that’s a turtleneck, not armor.

Klaus: Two, you’re covered in blood. That’s the opposite of shiny.

Klaus: Three, you smell like dead fish. Go take a shower.

#8: Chemistry

Diego: Did we have a class together? Because I could’ve sworn we had -

Klaus: Chemistry? Yup. Also English and math and foreign languages and history and like every other fucking thing because we grew up in the same sadistic boarding school, Diego.

#9: The Store Can’t Just Give Away Things For Free. That’s A Terrible Way To Run A Business.

Diego: I like your pants.

Klaus: Thanks. I got them out of a dumpster. And yes, you can have them 100% off.

Diego: *voice cracks* Really?

Klaus: No.

#10: Boyfriend Material

Diego: My jeans are made of -

Klaus: You’re wearing leather pants Diego.

Diego: Okay but -

Klaus: So they’re made of leather and they’re not fucking jeans.

#11: Digits

Diego: I lost my phone number. Can I have -

Klaus: None of us have phones, Diego.

Diego: I can… buy us some?

Klaus: Fine. I want my number to be 1-420-420-4201.

Diego: Baby no.

Klaus: *pulling out the puppy dog eyes* Pwetty pwease?

Diego: Fine, but mine’s gonna be 1-696-969-6969.

Klaus: I love you so much. Marry me. Have my babies.

#12: Love At First Sight

Diego: Do you believe in love at first sight or -

Klaus: If I did I’d have already fallen in love with a lot of hot ghosts.

Diego: - should I walk by again?

Klaus: You’ve been pacing for the past ten minutes, Gogo. I think if it was gonna happen it would’ve by now.

#13: You Have Fine Written All Over You

Diego: Are you a parking ticket? Cause -

Klaus: Diego I can’t drive.

#14: His Eyes Are Green Not Blue You Dipshit

Diego: Your eyes are an ocean, and I’m lost at sea.

Klaus: ... can’t you, like, hold your breath forever?

Diego: *blinks* Baby, I love you, but you’re ruining this with our childhood trauma.

Klaus: Well since you’ve refused therapy I just thought this was the next best option.

Diego: I take back what I said about loving you.

#15: Math Is Dumb And I Wish School Would Stop Teaching It

Diego: Are you a forty-five degree angle?

Klaus: Actually, because humans have non-linear body shapes, it’s impossible for their specific angles to be measured -

Diego: Are you high or have you been defiling Five’s books again?

Klaus: *blinks* Why can’t it be both?

Diego: *rethinking life decisions*

#16: Baby I’m All Yours

Diego: Do you have a name?

Klaus: Klaus.

Diego: Or can I call you mine?

Klaus: I mean I prefer “baby”, but sure.

Diego: *super wide eyes* Really?

Klaus: *melts into a puddle of glitter* Yeah, Gogo.

#17: (Not) Bookworms

Diego: Thank god I brought my library card. Cause I’m here to check you out.

Klaus: *through a mouthful of waffles* God isn’t real. We all die and rot beneath the earth to be eaten by maggots. There is no such thing as a higher power.

Klaus: *swallows waffles and takes a really loud slurp of an orange juice and chocolate milk combo*

Klaus: Oh, and the library’s closed for renovations til, like, Christmas so you’re outta luck, sorry.

Diego: I thought you met god? Little girl on a bicycle?

Klaus: Her? Nah, only Satan’s got that much sass. Plus, that wasn’t heaven.

Diego: And you know this how?

Klaus: *squishes Diego’s face with both hands* Think about it. Do you really think dear ol’ dad’s in heaven?

Diego: Can you let of my face please?

#18: Bad Move, Buddy

Diego: Are you a pre-historic fossil? Cause you’re my missing link.

Klaus:

Klaus:

Klaus:

Klaus: Did you just call me old?

Diego, backing out of the room slowly: What? No! No of course not! No, obviously no, absolutely not -

Klaus: *releases savage war cry*

Diego: *runs for his goddamn life*

#19: I Rate This 0/10

Diego: Are you from Tennessee? Cause you’re the only -

Klaus: I don’t know where I’m from. I’m an orphan.

Diego: Oh… I know, baby -

Klaus: And the piece of shit that adopted me lived in New York anyway. We’re in New York right now actually. Do you need a geography lesson? I think Pogo’s got a map -

Diego: Klaus.

#20: Oh Shit

Diego: If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?

Klaus:

Klaus:

Klaus:

Klaus: *tears up* I’m nothing?

Diego: Oh no. No no no. No, baby, you’re not nothing, don’t cry, I’m so sorry, that’s not what I meant, baby - oh my god please don’t cry -

#21: You’ve Got Everything I’m Searching For

Diego: Is your name Google? Because -

Klaus: Diego. For the last time…

Klaus: My name is Kimberly Linda Aerealia Ulysses Saffron Hargreeves the Twenty-Fourth. I don’t know why I need to keep explaining this to you -

Diego, kissing him quiet: You’re my favorite person in the world, you know that?

#22: Don’t Make Bets You’ll Lose, Luther.

Diego: Luther bet me a hundred bucks I couldn’t talk to the prettiest person here. How do you wanna spend his money?

Klaus: Drugs.

Diego: Baby -

Klaus: *beams* Nah, I’m just kidding. Stuffed giraffes.

Diego: *grins* For Five?

Klaus: *nods* For Five.

Diego:

Klaus:

Diego: He’ll hate them.

Klaus: Exactly. Let’s go.

#23: Deja Vu

Diego: Have we met before?

Klaus: Yes. Obviously. Are you also high?

Diego: No -

Diego: Wait, you’re high?

Klaus:

Diego:

Klaus:

Diego:

Klaus: No?

#24: Such An Optimist

Diego: Are you a time traveller?

Klaus: No, that’s Five.

Diego: Cause I think you’re my future!

Klaus: *stares blankly*

Diego: No? Nothing? Nada?

Klaus: In the future we’re all dead dipshit.

Klaus: Because. Ya know.

Klaus: THERE’S A FUCKING APOCALYPSE COMING.

Diego:

Diego: Okay then.

#25: Please Go To The Hospital.

Diego: Are you my appendix? Cause my stomach’s fluttering and I think I should take you out.

Klaus:

Klaus: Did you drink water from the fish tank again?

Diego: *turning green* Luther dared me to okay???!!!!

#26: Suicidal Tendencies

Diego: Hey gorgeous -

Klaus: Let me guess. I should drop dead?

Diego: What?! No! Baby -

#27: Infinitely On The Naughty List (And Not The Good Kind Of Naughty List (If There Is One I’m Asexual I Don’t Know))

Diego: Are you Santa Klaus? Cause you make all my wishes come true.

Klaus:

Klaus:

Klaus:

Klaus: You have five seconds to run.

Diego: *already two streets away* Fucking shit -

#28: You Can’t Use That Every Time We Have An Argument, Tony.

Diego: Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist right?

Klaus: I mean, there’s one in the corner of our living room right now, so I guess?

Diego:

Diego:

Diego:

Diego: *squeaks* You - you can see dinosaur ghosts?

Klaus: I mean, there’s a chance that thing Ben’s petting is just a super deformed ostrich, but yeah, I think so.

Diego:

Diego:

Diego:

Diego: *tearing up* That’s so cool.

#29: A Whole New Kind Of Thirst Trap

Diego: I’m thirsty. But guess whose body is 75% water?

Diego: *smirks*

Klaus: *frowns*

Klaus: Hold on, I know this one…

Diego: Klaus -

Klaus: *snaps fingers* Oh, I know! Luther!

Diego: *horrified* What the fuck Klaus why the fuck would you say that -

#30: What A Tragedy

Diego: You must be a campfire. Because you’re super hot and I want s’more.

Klaus:

Klaus: Diego sweetheart, you’re allergic to marshmallows.

Diego: *tearing up* I know.

Klaus: You wanna hug, baby?

Diego: *crying* Yes please.

#31: That Can’t Be Allowed

Diego: Don’t tell me if you want me to take you out to dinner. Just smile for yes, or do a backflip/somersault/counter-spin gymnastics combination for no.

Klaus: *smirks*

Klaus: *does a triple flip and lands perfectly on the top of the bar counter*

Diego: *turns bright red* That was h-h-hot.

Klaus: *beams and jumps down into Diego’s arms bridal-style*

Klaus: *kisses his cheek* I know, baby.

#32: Merry Christmas

Diego: You’re the reason Santa started the Naughty List.

Klaus: *blinks*

Klaus: *pouts*

Klaus: No fair! He told me last week I was on the Nice List!

Diego: What? Klaus? What does that -

Diego: OH MY GOD KLAUS IS SANTA DEAD???!!!!

#33: I’ll Keep You Safe, Honey.

Diego: I lost my teddy bear. Will you sleep with me instead?

Klaus: *pulls out a stuffed tiger*

Klaus: He got lost in the kitchen. Don’t worry, I rescued him for you.

Diego: *takes soft tiger*

Diego: *voice cracks* Oh. Thanks.

Klaus: *kisses his forehead* You’re welcome, baby.

#34: Excuse Me?

Diego: The only thing your eyes haven’t told me is your name.

Klaus, internally: Shit. What if he finds out I stole like five of his knives and all of the cookies last week?

Klaus, externally: *blinks*

Klaus: Um… Stefonopolis?

#35: I Am Not Apologizing For This One

Diego: If you were a steak, you’d be well done.

Klaus: But I’m so unique…

Klaus: I talk to the dead, Diego.

Diego: Okay…?

Klaus: *smirks*

Klaus: So wouldn’t I be medium rare?

Ben: Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

#36: Leonardo Da Vinci Was Arrested Multiple Times For Homosexual Activity.

Diego: Is this a museum? Cause you’re a work of art.

Klaus: *dancing to the soundtrack of High School Musical 3* Actually Five took me back to Italy once. Leonardo da Vinci and I had some fun.

Diego:

Diego: Oh my god. Seriously?

Diego: *looks up picture of Mona Lisa, now titled Mona Klausa*

Diego: How the fuck -

#37: Why Would You Say That Though

Diego: Am I sleepwalking? Cause I’ve only seen you in my dreams.

Klaus: *sitting on the counter and eating a donut in one bite* Are they dirty?

Luther: *chokes on a pickle*

Diego: Oh my god no -

Diego: Well sometimes -

Diego: I mean no of course not -

Luther: *praying to whoever’s up there to just kill him already*

#38: Be Safe Kids!

Diego: Can you hold this for me?

Klaus: Sweetie, you need to wash your hands.

#39: Apocalypse Averted!

Diego: If looks could kill, you’d be a weapon of mass destruction.

Klaus: *blinks*

Klaus: I thought that was Vanya.

Diego:

Diego, panicking: Holy shit Klaus you can’t just say things like that -

Vanya: *crying from laughter*

#40: Attractive

Diego: Do you swallow magnets? Because you’re -

Klaus: *shoves him up against the wall*

Klaus: How did you find out? Who told you? Was it Ben? I swear to god I’ll kill him -

Diego: *squeaks* What?

#41: First You’ve Gotta Propose Diego

Diego: Wouldn’t we look cute on a wedding cake together?

Klaus: Diego. Did you buy me a cake?

Diego:

Klaus:

Diego:

Klaus: I’m waiting.

Diego: Right sir yes sir right away sir -

#42: He May Not Be A Kitten But He Is As Soft As One

Diego: If I followed you home, would you keep me?

Klaus: I’m homeless, Diego.

Diego: What? You are? Oh no, baby - you can come stay with me?

Klaus: *looks up from Disney Princess coloring book and raises an eyebrow* Is your bed available?

Diego, blushing: Ye-yeah, b-ba-baby. Whe-whenever you-u w-want.

Klaus: *smiles*

Klaus: *takes Diego’s hand*

Klaus: Okay.

Diego: *dies a little bit inside (in a good way)*

#43: It’s Just You.

Diego: Is it hot in here or is it just you?

Klaus, blushing: I -

Five: DIEGO. THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE. NOW IS NOT THE TIME.

#44: ‘Scuse Me, Mate?

Diego: You know, penguins mate for life. Wanna be my penguin?

Klaus: Eh. I’ve always been more of an iguana man.

Diego:

Diego:

Diego:

Diego: What?

#45: You Look Like… Antonio Banderas With The Long Hair.

Diego: How’s the most beautiful person in the world doing today?

Klaus: *buried in a Vogue magazine* I don’t know I’m not Antonio Banderas.

#46: What The Fuck Klaus

Diego: Do you have a map? I keep getting lost in your eyes.

Klaus: *hands him a Candyland board* Here. I stole it from Pogo.

#47: You Dumbass

Diego: I hate my last name. Can I borrow yours?

Klaus:

Klaus:

Klaus:

Klaus: We have the same last name, Diego.

Diego: *blinks*

Diego: Fuck you’re right -

#48: Okay But Diego Would Make A Great Aladdin Though

Diego: I’m not a genie, but I can still make your dreams come true.

Klaus: *wrinkles his nose*

Klaus: You can get me a pink elephant with jaundice?

Diego: *blinks*

Diego: What the fuck Klaus -

#49: HELLO

Diego: Is that a knife or are you just happy to see me?

Klaus: I don’t just have random knives on me Diego, I’m not you.

Diego: So you are happy to see me?

Klaus: I mean you just interrupted a very riveting episode of Sesame Street, so… we’ll see.

#50: It’s Always Best To Start With The Truth.

Diego: I love you.

Klaus: *beams* That’s all you had to say, darling.

[pepperonyspizza]

soulmate au where you touch your soulmate for the first time it leaves a handprint that's how you know they are your soulmate

well, this went kinda out of hand and ended up way longer than I wanted it to be lmao also this didn’t give me any specific ship so I went with pepperony :) I hope that’s what you wanted! ~*~ There is this rule that Tony has: Do not touch Pepper. Ever.  He’s not sure how it started but something about their ‘professional’ relationship has put that barrier over the years - but that doesn’t stop Tony from testing just how solid said wall is every now and then. The media isn’t calling him a sleazy asshole for nothing and it’s not like he’s being too obnoxious about it. 

A nudge of his shoulder against hers, his hand a fleeting pressure on the small of her back, always with a securing layer of clothing between them. That’s it. Nothing more. 

Tony tells himself that he doesn’t push it any further because, deep down, there is something that resembles a gentleman, not because he’s scared to drive them to a point from which there is no going back. 

But that fear (not that it’s actually that) isn’t enough to keep Tony from wishing that things could be different, especially during a moment like this one when Pepper is tearing into him about yet another board meeting he’s missed and he wants nothing more than to shut her up. 

It would be so easy. Tony can imagine it in his head perfectly. He would reach for her, wrap his fingers around her slender wrist and she would stop talking in an instant to stare at him in shock.  

More would happen after that, at least according to his fantasy. They’d kiss and stumble out of the messy workshop to continue what they had started upstairs in his bedroom. His real bedroom, the one only he gets to see. Well, and Pepper of course when she interrupts his peaceful sleep with her nagging—

“Tony!”

He blinks out of his daydream, realizing that he’s been staring at a bland wall for the last minute. The woman he’s been ignoring is looking everything but amused and not even the charming grin he shoots her way can calm her down.

“Yes, dear?” 

“Have you listened to anything I just said?” 

“...something about a board meeting that is scheduled for today?” 

“Was,” Pepper corrects, sighing deeply. “It was scheduled for today, Tony. 3 hours ago. I told you about it this morning.”

“Oops.”

“Oops?!” He gets up from his chair but she’s close on his heels even as he moves further into the large space of his workshop. “That’s all you have to say after I spent the past thirty minutes cleaning up your mess?” 

It must have been something important for Pepper to be this angry at him. He must have missed at least four other meetings this week alone and she’s barely done so much as lecture him about those. 

Tony whirls around with his hands up, “Woah, easy now. It’s not that big of a deal, right?” His grin is all teeth as Pepper’s nostrils flare. “Okay, that was the wrong thing to say. Let me try again. I’m really sorry. I forgot.” 

She crosses her arms and huffs but she isn’t yelling anymore. 

“Let me make it up to you,” he continues with a smile, “How about dinner? Just the two of us and some fancy food.” 

And just like that, he’s back to square one The fire in Pepper’s eyes is back, brighter and more deadly than before. Tony can’t believe that he’s said the wrong thing again. 

“Dinner? Are you serious?” She throws her arms up, looking both annoyed and exhausted, which makes Tony feel like he’s getting scolded by a teacher. “Thanks to your little stunt, I’ll most likely be dealing with this all night. I won’t have time to indulge any of your antics.” 

“Pep.”

“If you are so desperate for a nice dinner, how about you show up for the one you have scheduled for tomorrow evening?” 

“Pepper.” 

“Because, and I swear to god, Tony, if you miss anything else this week, I’ll—”

“Potts!” 

Tony barks at least, too tired to continue this argument any longer. He absentmindedly reaches for her, settling one of his hands on her forearm before he can think twice about it. 

It takes less than a heartbeat for Pepper to react. She goes silent, not because he told her to but because he’s literally holding onto her, which has never happened before. 

Her skin is all smooth and soft, such a strong contrast to his own. Tony wants to slap himself for only finding out now when he could have been touching her for all those years. 

But then Pepper’s eyes go wide and she jerks back like he’s burnt her. Tony lets go without comment, although the five steps she takes back aren’t necessary. He won’t jump her. They are friends, aren’t they? Friends touch each other casually. 

“Come on, Pep. I promise that I’m not infectious.” He does his best to grin as he shows her the palms of his rough hands. “And no oil or grease stains either. See?”

She doesn’t look down. In fact, it doesn’t seem like she’s looking at him at all but rather straight through him. Tony frowns, a little concerned and very much confused. His gaze drops down to where Pepper is clutching her arm and his eyebrows almost shoot into his hairline when he sees what her small hands are trying to cover up. 

Tony takes a step towards her, waiting for her to take one back and keep them apart. She doesn’t. Pepper only snaps out of her frozen like state when he’s already close enough to pull her arm out of the way. 

There, covering a good part of her forearm is a crimson handprint. Not any handprint but Tony’s. He puts his hand right on top of it to check, to make sure that it hasn’t been there before even though he already knows so. 

His hand fits perfectly on top of it. His eyes snap back up to Pepper’s face when she fails to respond to… well, anything. Frankly, the woman looks like she’s seen a ghost. Any other time, Tony would have been insulted but given the current circumstances, he kind of understands. 

“Are you going to say something?” “Mr. Stark, I—” 

Mr. Stark. She’s just found out that he’s her soulmate and she’s trying to go with formal titles? Hell no. That’s not how they are going to play. 

Tony cuts her off for the second time that day but instead of snapping, he kisses her. It’s not his proudest moment and he’ll blame his poor impulse control for it later. Pepper lets out a surprised squeak that’s muffled by his mouth pressing against hers but otherwise makes no move to stop him. 

It will happen eventually, Tony is absolutely sure of it - but until that happens, he’s going to take full advantage of her hesitation. Kissing Pepper has been his number one fantasy for so long and now that the knowledge of him being her soulmate hangs above them, the fire inside him has only grown hotter. 

Her hand comes in contact with his body just like he’s expected but not to push him away but to fist her hand into the fabric of his tank top and pull him closer. Tony realizes with a start that he’s kissing back. 

Pepper is kissing him. With quite a lot of enthusiasm, he might add. 

Tony doesn’t know how long the kiss lasts or at what point Pepper’s free hand has moved to his neck. He does notice the sudden and unnatural warmth that spreads over his skin where she’s touching him. It’s much warmer than the heat radiating from her hand should be, so much that he breaks the kiss with a startled yelp. 

The woman in front of him pulls her hand away quickly as her eyes snap open. If Tony wasn’t so scared about what the hell was going on, he would have been smug about the dazed look on Pepper’s face and the state of her lips. She opens her mouth to say something but then her gaze drops down to his neck. Whatever she sees there is enough to keep her quiet. 

“What?! What is it? What is happening?” Pepper only stares. “Potts!” 

“I am sorry,” she says, already in the process of reaching out again before she thinks better of it and drops her arm back down to her side. “I am so sorry, Tony. I didn’t think about...”

She trails off and Tony panics. What the hell has she done to him? His skin is no longer burning but the part she’s touched is still warm. It’s a calming heat but with how nervous Pepper looks, even that is not enough to keep him from freaking out. 

He dashes across the workshop and towards the full-length mirror in one of the corners, expecting the worst. The handprint he finds on his neck is completely logical and yet baffles him. He’d been so distracted by the mark he’s left on her that he’d forgotten about this part. 

Not only is he her soulmate but she’s his soulmate as well. 

Tony turns around, the biggest grin plastered across his face as he watches Pepper approach him, “Potts.”

“This is a disaster!” His heart drops. Isn’t she happy about this? It’s everyone’s dream to find their soulmate… or maybe it’s not that she’s finally found hers but rather who it has turned out to be. 

“There is no way we can cover that up unless you’re wearing a turtleneck to every single one of your meetings from now on.” 

He frowns. “What?” “This will be a P.R nightmare.” 

“Are you seriously thinking about the stupid company right now?” Tony asks with annoyance and the slightest bit of hurt in his voice. “We’re soulmates, Pepper. You kissed me!”

“Actually, you kissed me.” “And you kissed back!” He points at the handprint on his neck and yeah, its location will make it impossible to hide. Not that Tony minds that. “Look how you claimed me. Everyone will see this and know that you did it.” The speed at which she turns red has to be some sort of record.

“I didn’t mean to! Besides, no one will know that it’s my hand.”

“Nope, at least not until I tell them. And I will.” 

“Tony!”

“I’ll tell everyone, Potts. And you better tell any schmuck that tries to flirt with you that you already found your soulmate.” She’s quiet as she observes him. Tony doubts that she’s aware of the fact that she’s biting her lip but that doesn’t stop his lizard brain from wanting to kiss her again. The mark on his neck tingles, sending a shiver down his spine. 

“We have to talk about this. We can’t just… this will get complicated.” 

“We’ll figure it out,” Tony promises as he settles his hands on her hips. “I’m a genius. You’re smart. We got this.” He leans forward, his breath ghosting over her face. “We’ll have all the time in the world to talk. Later.” 

Before Pepper has the chance to object, he kisses her. This time, it takes not nearly as long before she’s returning the kiss, both her hands buried in his hair. It feels amazing. Like it is destined to be. 

In some way, Tony thinks that it is. 

[professormembranexreader]

Membrane x Dancer! Reader (Fluff)

Outside POV

"Haha! Dad can't dance!" A purple haired child exclaimed. This was Gaz. Gaz was, honestly, kinda mean. She was bullying her father at dinner. Why? For, well, not being able to dance.

"Daughter, I don't see how that is a bad thing. Why would that interfere with my probability of copulation?" Her father said.

"Don't you know that... normal people like romance?" Gaz said, "Dib and I need someone else to care for us when you're at work." She paused, adding "Someone human" before turning her head in Clembrane's direction. He waved.

"Explain to me how that correlates, Gazlene, I'm not quite comprehending." Membrane said.

Gaz fumbled in her seat, obviously perturbed. Gritting her teeth, she slowly grumbled, "Dancing... is romantic... Dad." This man of science was as smart as he was dense. In more ways than one.

Gaz watched the gears turn in her father's head. After a few moments, he finally seemed to process what she was saying.

"How does the movement of your body increase your chances of intercourse?" Gaz sneered at the thought of her dad's sex life.

"Just... that's not important. Point is that you need to learn." She said. "Or else, I'm going to keep bullying you." Her face was deathly serious. No one could survive Gaz's teasing for long. Membrane steeled himself. He would survive it.

He did not survive it. He gave in after two long hours of Gaz's bullying. Defeated, he found a private tutor and set a date. It came sooner than he had expected. Grabbing jeans and a turtleneck, he set out towards his tutor.

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Membrane stood at the entrance to a studio. Was this the place? It was rather small... but not everyone was rich. He knocked on the door and waited.

After a few moments, someone opened the door. They were wearing a white tank-top and black yoga pants. Obviously Membrane dressed to warm for this.

"Hi! I'm (Y/N)! I'm guessing you're my client?" Membrane nodded and smiled. They seemed rather chipper.

"Do you have any background we could work from?" They asked.

"Well, I'm Mexican-oh you meant dancing background." (Y/N) smiled at the now flustered man.

"Let me guess. You don't know anything, right?" (Y/N) asked. The poor man of science grumbled a half-embarrassed "no".

(Y/N) smiled. "Excellent! A clean slate!" Their excitement was infectious and soon Membrane found himself smiling too.

"Where should we start?" He asked. He was eager to begin. At first he wanted to get this over with but now he genuinely wanted to learn how to dance. (Y/N) gracefully walked over to a bulky CD player.

"First, I'm gonna need your name." They said. Membrane looked around before sheepishly asking if they knew who he was. "No, not really. I just do private tutoring.

With the renewed confidence anonymity brings, Membrane answered the question. "I'm Miguel."

"In all seriousness, Miguel, we're going to start by learning the basic steps of the salsa. Something that should come easy to you." They said, picking up the stereo. They walked over to a table, setting it down, when Membrane noticed the rhythmic pattern their footsteps had. It seemed as if they were dancing to a beat.

"Let's start off without the music. Sound good?" (Y/N) said. Membrane nodded. He liked being treated like a normal person for once.

"First off, I'm going to be teaching you how to salsa dance by yourself. It's the foundation we're going to build upon. Got it, Miguel?"

They way (Y/N) said Membrane's ñame sent shivers down his spine. What was wrong with him? He felt his face getting red and quickly nodded so they would stop looking at him.

"You're going to want to stand next to me, okay?" They we're set on making sure he was comfortable. With yet another speechless nod, they began instruction.

"So, salsa is a type of 8-count dance. Basically, you will complete a part of it within the time it takes to count to 8," They began. "On the count of one, you will stick your left foot forward and put your weight on it. This is going to make your right heel slightly come off the ground." They demonstrates the first step slowly, making sure he could clearly see what they were doing.

"Try it real quick." (Y/N) said. Following the steps they provided, Membrane cautiously looked to them for affirmation. "You're a natural." They smiled. Membrane blushed at the compliment before asking for the next step.

Getting back in position, they said, "Next is the count of 2. We should shift our weight back on that foot, making the heel come down. Keep your toes on the floor." They explained. "The first two counts should look like this." They demonstrated how the first part of the dance would go and asked Miguel to copy them. After doing so, (Y/N) smiled.

"Next we're going to put our left foot back with the right one. Both will be flat on the ground. Got it?" They said. Membrane nodded once more and repeated (Y/N)'s steps. This was surprisingly easier than he thought it would be.

"Now, on four, we stay in that position so we don't count it out loud. Simple enough. But for 5 6 7,we do what we just did with our other foot. Except instead of forward, we put that one backwards." They did a full 8 count for Membrane to see. "Think you can do it?"

Could he do it? He did the first half with ease, so he should be able to. What if he messed up? What if-? No. He can't spend time wondering what ifs. He has to do it!

"Yes!" He said confidently. (Y/N) giggled at his enthusiasm and watched as he attempted to do the footwork. Left foot forward, lean, left foot back. Right foot forward, lean, right foot back. He did it! When he looked to (Y/N), they were beaming.

"See! I told you that you were a natural." They said with a hearty slap on the back. Despite their shorter stature, they were seriously strong. Membrane made note of that and said a small thanks.

"Next we'll work on the hip movement. It is a subtle but important part of salsa. When ever you do something with a foot, lean your hips to that side." They said. "But don't jut it out too far or it will seem unnatural." (Y/N) gave a short example of how it should look.

Membrane was entranced by their hips. The way they swayed back and forth. It was magical. Listening to their advice, Membrane tried to copy the movement. It felt rigid, rough, but it was a start. (Y/N) came up behind Membrane and placed their hands on his hips. He felt his face turn red at the unsolicited action.

"See, move your hips in a circle. It's smoother that way." (Y/N) presses into Membrane and pushed him forward, encouraging him to try dancing again. With the added help from (Y/N), he managed to get it right the second time around.

"Do you want to try learning how to dance with a partner, or do you want to practice solo a bit more?" (Y/N) asked. The thought of dancing with (Y/N) made the man blush. But he'll be damned if he backed away from a challenge.

"I'm ready to continue, (Y/N)." He said.

"Perfect! I'm going to be the lead so it's easier for you to understand what I'm doing right now, but if you want to lead, let me know!" They said. How were they so happy?

(Y/N) placed Membrane's hand on their hip and the other in their own. They placed their other hand on Membrane's back.

"What you're going to do is do the 5 6 7 first, then the 1 2 3. Understand?" (Y/N) said. Membrane cleared his throat and mumbled a small "yes".

With that, (Y/N) pushed on Membrane's hand and began to dance.

Give or take a few stumbles, it went well.

"I'm going to introduce a spin. Is that okay?" (Y/N) said without breaking rhythm.

After a nod from Membrane, they continued to explain what they were going to do. "We're gonna take this hand over here, yes, the one not on my back, you goof." Membrane blushed. "And we're going to bring that down in a curve. Yes, like this."

"And now we're gonna bring it way up high in another curve," They said, "And I'm going to spin you. Ready? Go." And so Membrane spun. And BOY did he spin. He spun. Not much to it.

Gracefully, (Y/N) pulled Membrane into a dip. They stood there like that: (Y/N) staring into Membrane's eyes; Membrane in awe that he could be dipped.

They stayed that way for a tad bit too long. (Y/N) quickly pulled him back up.

"Um... sorry about that." (Y/N) said. Just when it couldn't get any more awkward, Membrane spoke up.

"Maybe Gaz was right." He said. Yes, he was understanding what she had meant now. The situation shifted from weird to tense as the two stood in silence. Both were afraid of saying the wrong thing. Luckily one of them decided to take a stand.

(Y/N) rushed over to a table, much to Membrane's confusion. They took a pen and furiously scribbled on something not visible from a distance.

"Here." (Y/N) said, handing Membrane the slip of card stock. "I'll teach you more tomorrow if you want me to. Just call a few minutes before."

Membrane was rushed out of the studio. Once outside he realized it was their business card with something on the back.

"Coffee at Toasty Brew?"

Membrane smiled. Gaz was totally going to rub this in his face.

[benedictsvestcollection]

Chapter 6 sneak peek: And there’s somethin’ ‘bout a kiss, that’s gonna lead to more.

Fun fact: This is only like half of the chapter. There’s like... Smut a comin’. 

The weeks that followed Whiskey and Brandy under quarantine in Italy, found them in a domesticated routine. They’d share meals together, he would cook and she did the dishes. They would stream movies or shows, would take turns reading books out loud to each other. Although, Brandy preferred hearing Whiskey read to her. She even managed to convince him to read Pride and Prejudice once which she loved hearing. 

They both found themselves ignoring what was building up between them. The undeniable connection they had, which only made moments between them become even more and more heated. 

About a week after their dance, Brandy woke up in the middle of the night. Unable to stop thinking about him. “Fuck,” she mumbled to herself and reached for her water bottle but found it empty. Muttering, she rolled out of bed, hair a mess and her pink tank top and tiny shorts askew… She quietly padded out of her bedroom to fill her water in the bathroom. 

She was about to open the door when it opened on it’s own. Golden light, revealing Whiskey’s messy hair and an amused, soft grin on his face. “Did I wake you sweetheart?” He asked her as he leaned against the doorframe. 

Yes. “No.” She answered. Well, not in the way he thinks. She thought to herself. “Woke up thirsty.” She held up her water bottle to show him. She took in the way he looked. Goddammit, he looks good. Boxers and a white t-shirt and she was a mess thinking about him all over again. 

“Mmmmmm. I see. Gotta stay hydrated.” He nodded at her, eyes flicking to see her pink tank top with hearts on it and tiny, matching shorts that left little to the imagination. Fuck. How’d she expect him to go back to sleep now that he knew she was wearing that in the next room? This woman was going to be the death of him. And he would let her kill him like that, if he got to see her like this often. 

She flushed under his gaze. His brown eyes staring at her so openly and her pajamas weren’t really helping matters either. “Yeah… Something like that.” She told him softly as they stared at each other for several long moments. The silence stretching between them for far too long to be anything other than longing. 

Whiskey leaned forward and towards her. “Goodnight sweetheart.” He whispered in her ear, his voice deep and rumbling. 

“Goodnight Jack.” She told him softly as she slipped into the bathroom to fill her water and collect herself. 

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Three weeks into their quarantine in Rome and Brandy woke up depressed. Today was her birthday, she was on lockdown in Rome and she couldn’t go out and enjoy it. “Ugh.” She moaned and rolled over onto her pillow. 

“Knock knock.” Came the ever familiar voice of Whiskey through her door. “Hope you’re decent.” He teased as he poked his head in the door and strode in carrying a tray. 

Brandy’s eyes widened and she sat up. “Wh-What’s this?” She asked him.

“Happy Birthday.” He told her with a smile as he set the tray down on her legs. The tray had creme and strawberry filled crepes, covered with a dusting of powdered sugar. A caramel macchiato that he thought was too sweet, but knew she loved them...  and a vase with a flower in it. 

“You…. Remembered?” She asked him softly. Blushing as she stared at the tray, before meeting his gaze. 

“I remember everything about you, sweetheart.” He told her plainly before his lips twitched into a smile. “This here, is just step one of your birthday today. Once you’re done with that, I’m gonna get a bath goin’ for you to relax in. I found some bubbles and salts.” He teased her. Then tonight, I’m taking you out on a date… Here at home, so dress up.” He winked at her. 

Brandy couldn’t believe that he was doing all this for her. God, she wanted to kiss the hell out of him. Instead, she settled for biting and licking her bottom lip at the smell of her breakfast. “Thanks Jack.” She told him with a smile before halting. “I… I don’t have anything really nice for tonight. Didn’t know I would need to pack a ballgown.” She teased him. 

“Oh but don’t you though?’ He asked her with a smirk. “Let me know after your bath if you still need somethin’ to wear for tonight.” He leaned forward and kissed her temple. Lingering for a few moments before pulling away. 

After he left, she ate her breakfast rather quickly because it looked so damn good. She poked her head into the bathroom and took it all in. He had a hot bath for her, bubbles and bath salts filling the air. Even lit a couple of candles that had been sitting under the sink to give her a relaxing mood. She put on some calming music, stripped and sank into the tub with a sigh. “Goddammit Jack.” She murmured to herself. He really did know how to show a girl he cared for her. And it was making her even weaker for him. 

After a few moments, her eyes caught sight of a pale blue chiffon dress hanging from the bathroom door. She knew that dress. That was her dress. But she never wore it except to a friend's wedding she had attended recently. And she had left it back home in Kentucky. “How in the hell…” 

Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone going off. Of course. She grumbled and answered the phone. Knowing already, who it was. “You have shit timing you know.” She told Tequila.

“Why? You riding a certain cowboy for your birthday?” He asked, and she could picture a smirk on his smug ass face as he said it. 

“What in the hell is wrong with you? And no. I’m taking a bath... Alone.” She told him before he asked her if Whiskey was with her. 

“Did you get your present?” He asked her with a chuckle. 

“I uh… I don’t know. Depends on what you sent.” She told him with a shrug as she sank as far into the tub as she could without getting her phone wet. 

“It’s blue and I had to go through your entire damn closet to find it.” He teased her. 

“What? You sent that here?” She asked him as her eyes snapped back to the blue dress.

“Yup. Whiskey asked me to send one of your dresses and some shoes over. Although, Ginger picked the shoes because I have no idea what matches.” 

She rolled her eyes at him. Of course he didn’t. “Shocking. You have bad taste in clothes and women.” She teased him with a smirk. 

“Watch it. You’re talking to a guy who helped you out for your dream date with the man you’re hopelessly in love with.” He shot back, she could hear the smug grin on his damn face.

“What? I am not!” She protested, the words coming out bitter as soon as she said it. 

“Charlie… I’ve known you almost your entire life. You think I don’t know when you’re in love with someone?” He asked her affectionately. “And for the record… He’s in love with you too.” 

Brandy didn’t respond to him. She knew he was right and she hated it. “Thanks for the dress Beau.” She told him. 

“You know…. There ain’t nothin’ wrong for lettin’ yourself love people again.” He told her gently, pausing. “Happy Birthday. I’ll talk to you later.” He told her before they hung up. 

Brandy hung up and thought about Tequila’s words. She was definitely in love with Jack. That much was clear to herself. But he was right, she was scared. Terrified that if she told him she loved him. He’d either leave her eventually or he’d die. And she didn’t know which was worse. But it was getting to the point where it was difficult to ignore her feelings for him any longer. 

Whiskey spent most of the day prepping for dinner with Brandy. He cleaned the living and dining room area and cleaned the kitchen. He then got all the ingredients out for the dinner and her birthday cupcakes and began to start everything. He started with strawberry shortcake cupcakes. So they could cool while he did everything else. Brandy was reading on the porch for the afternoon. He asked her to stay out of the kitchen so she wouldn’t spoil the surprise for herself. 

After an afternoon of Brandy reading on the porch and Whiskey cooking in the kitchen, she popped her head inside. “I’m coming in.” She told him with a shy smile. “I… I need to get ready for dinner.” She said as she bit her bottom lip, blushing as she said that. 

Whiskey glanced up at the clock and then back at her. “Well come on in then.” He teased her. “Can’t have you bein’ late, now can I?” He winked at her as she slipped back inside, kindle in hand and she disappeared into her bedroom. 

Now that she was in her bedroom, Whiskey took the opportunity to take a quick shower, he put on some cologne and went to get dressed. He had brought a suit with him for the mission in case he’d needed it. But now, the sharp, plaid suit had a new purpose tonight. Paired with a dark orange turtleneck and his classic hat and cowboy boots.

He went back out to the kitchen and dining room area to set the table and finish setting up. He even lit a couple of candles because he knew she would look incredible in the candlelight and wasn’t going to fuck that opportunity up. 

Brandy meanwhile, was in her room. She pulled on her dress, thankful that the zipper was low enough on the back to where she could reach without assistance. She didn’t want Whiskey to see her until she was ready. This was a date, with Jack. And she was determined to enjoy it. She sat down at the foot of her bed and tied off her heels that Ginger sent with the dress. They were black and strappy, studs at the toes and a satin ribbon at the ankles to tie them off with. Her hair fell in waves down her shoulders and her makeup was soft but still accentuated her features. She glanced down at the wedding ring she still wore, even though they were alone. She liked the feel of it on her hand. 

Whiskey was nervous. Brandy was the first woman he was really in love with since… Her. That’s not to say he didn’t bed the occasional woman here and there. He was a man with urges after all. But none of them really held his affections or attentions. And then Brandy came into his life and without even trying, made him fall in love with her. Now that he knew about her past with her family, her being so closed off to people getting close to her made sense. He was the same way, but Brandy…. Jesus hers was worse than his pain in his opinion. 

He was pulled out of his thoughts to the bedroom door opening. And there she was, stepping out of her room so delicately, so shyly. So unlike her, but in the best possible way. She looked fucking incredible. From those ‘fuck me’ heels, to the dress that begged for him to love her and her hair calling out for him to run his fingers through. “Ho-ly shit, sweetheart.” He drawled out to her. “You look… Fuck, you look...” 

Brandy blushed at him. “Thank you.” She whispered back as Whiskey strode over to her until he was directly in front of her. “I-... You don’t look so bad yourself cowboy.” She returned and took in how he looked. He had dressed up for her, that made her fall even more for him. “Dinner smells amazing.” 

He smiled at her, reaching to tuck her hair behind her ear. “I aim to please.” He held his arm out to her and led her over to the candlelit table where two plates were sitting. “Had to celebrate my favorite person’s birthday.” He rumbled into her ear before helping her into her seat.

[kmoneykmoney137]

Invisible String

The pages in my book rustled in the wind as I sat on the bench reading the next chapter for class. The leaves on the ground were a mix of red, yellow, and brown. The sky above matched the color of the cover of the book in my hand, grey. Clouds were forming and I knew by the time I walked out of class the temperature will have dropped.

I pull my jacket tighter around my body and put my book and notes back into my backpack and get up from the bench I was on to start crossing the courtyard to get to my last class of the day. I put my headphones on and hit shuffle and music starts to flood my ears. I check my phone and see that I had a new notification from my roommate Isabella.

"Are we still on for tonight?" reads the text from Isabella. "Of course, I just need to get through this last lecture then I'll go home and get ready" I respond.

I push through the wide doors of the lecture hall with my hip and start heading to my seat. I smile as I see the person in the seat right next to mine. "Hey Ez" I say with a smile as I sit down. "Hello Evelyn" he says while he smiles back.

I met Ezra last year in one of my literature classes and was happy to see a familiar face at the start of the term in this class. Today Ezra has on a green oversized jumper and a white beanie hiding his soft blonde hair. The professor walks in and I quickly put away my phone and pull out my binder and book for the class. I glance at the clock at the front of the lecture hall already yearning for it to be two hours later than it already is.

"Hello class, I hope everyone is well. Today were going to start off by talking about chapter 13 in your book that you were supposed to have read for the day" the Professor states. I pull out a pen and paper and prepare to take notes. About an hour into the lecture I see a hand slide a note onto my notepad.

"Are you going to Rumors tonight? I see written on the note in Ezra's handwriting. A shy smile comes to my lips as I flip the card over and reply. "Only if you're going to be there" and slide the paper back over to him. A smile grows on his face as he reads my response.

Rumors was a bar that was right off campus that a lot of the upper classmen went to on the weekends, and since it was a Friday night, there was no doubt in my mind that the bar was going to be full.

Ezra slides another note onto my notepad that reads "First drink is on me." I smile as I finish reading the words he's written and as I look up, I receive a wink from him before he starts paying attention to the lecture again.

Ezra and I did not talk much before this class although we've known each other from previous classes. We sat next to each other in this class at the start of the term and soon study sessions in the library turned into dinner study sessions at either my apartment or his and those quickly just turned into us hanging out.

Another hour quickly passes, and the clock hands turn to twelve and seven and it's not long before the people in the lecture hall are packing up their bags to head home. I quickly zip up my belongings and wait for Ezra to finish getting his things in order.

"Am I finally going to be able to get you to sing karaoke tonight with me at Rumors or are the second and third drinks going to have to be on me too, to get that to happen?" Ezra jokes. A soft scoff escapes my lips as I roll my eyes and start heading for the door.

"Ez, you of all people should know that I cannot sing to save my life" I say.

"Oh, don't say that, your talents need to be shown to the world, not just me" he jokes back. We push open the door and as expected the temperature has dropped. A shiver goes through my body and I begin to put on the jacket I brought with me.

The wind picks up and a mini tornado of leaves swirl around our feet blending their colors together. A loose curl falls in my face and I quickly tuck it back behind my ear. Ezra begins to talk to me about a book he is reading in one of his other literature classes that I have already read, and I nod when necessary and provide commentary when needed.

Ezra is a literature major here at Boston College. I'm a literature minor but a history major so some of our classes have overlapped. The leaves crunch under our feet and we near the bus stop that takes us back to our apartments. We wait for about five minutes for the next bus to arrive and make small conversation during the time. When it does finally arrive, we board the bus and find a seat towards the back.

I study Ezra's face while he talks, he has a way of being beautiful without even trying.

His soft curls that are tucked away under his beanie are normally out on full display and look like he just rolled out of bed. But in a good way. His hazel eyes look like they can't decide if they want to be green or brown and are fighting for the spotlight. His dimples are on full display as he tells me about a joke that he heard earlier from one of his friends and his lips... if I moved two inches closer to him right now, I could finally know what it feels like to have those lips against mine.

I quickly shake the thought of that away and pay attention to what he is saying. I told myself, like every other girl has probably told themselves, that I would not fall for Ezra, but here we are. I see the stop for my apartment coming up and pull the line to signal the bus to stop.

"Okay I'll see you tonight, I'm going with Matthew and Chris but don't worry I'll find you." Ezra says with a smile. I nod and respond, "Sounds good see you there." While giving him a small wave and hopping off the bus.

I walk about a minute around the block and finally reach the doors of my apartment. I click in the four-digit code and soon hear the lock click and push the door open. I walk into the living room to hear the sounds of Broad City playing from the tv and see Isabella on the coach watching.

When she hears me come in Isabella quickly turns around and gives me a big grin. Isabella is one of the smartest as well as one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen.

Isabella is tall and lean with umber brown skin. She has long jet-black hair which she either wears in box braids or straight down. Tonight, she is wearing a white cropped tank top with high wasted jeans and a black blazer with her hair straightened and down.

I set my backpack down on the ground and sit next to her.

"Hey! there's no time for sitting you have to go get ready" Isabella states. I roll my eyes and push myself back up. "We're not going for like another hour" I say. "Yes, I'm fully aware of that but it is chilly out and I want to be one of the first ones at the door, so we won't have to wait" she rebuttals.

I groan and pick up my backpack and head to the other side of the apartment to my room. I open my door and head over to my closet to search for something to wear. I start to skim through my closet and hear footsteps nearing my room. I glance up to see Isabella walk into my room and take a seat on my bed. I continue to browse but then end up picking out a black turtleneck and a brown baby doll dress from my closet.

I set the clothes on my bed and go to my bathroom to get my makeup bag. When I walk back into my room Isabella is scrolling through her phone. "Is Ezra going to be there tonight?" She asks me and glances up. A small blush creeps up my neck as I respond "yes."

Isabella smirks and I shoot her a glare. I've never told Isabella about how I feel about Ezra, but she is the one person who knows me better than I know myself. So, I'm not surprised that she knows. I head back to the bathroom and quickly change into the clothes I picked out.

I walk back out to my room and sit in front of my mirror and start putting on some makeup. Isabella and I catch up and tell each other about how our day went. Isabella is a WGS major and her classes are a lot more interesting than mine, so I love hearing about what she learns. After I finish applying my lipstick I move onto my hair. I get up to put my makeup bag back into the bathroom and on my way back grab a pick to fluff up my curls. I had them tied back all day so they're a little flat.

I push the pick into my hair bringing more life to my curls. I do some last-minute touches and then check the time on my bed side table clock. It's already past eight and it'll take us at least fifteen minutes to take the bus there, we better start going. Isabella, seeing that I'm finished walks out and goes into her room to grab her purse and slip on her shoes. I do the same in mine. We walk out of the apartment together and lock the door behind us.

It's a short walk back to the bus stop and pretty soon we see the bus that will take us a block from the bar pull up. As it comes to a stop in front of us, I can already see how full the bus is through the windows, most likely people also headed to the bar. We get on and stand next to each other in the front of the bus holding onto the handles as it starts to move. I look around and am flooded with unfamiliar faces. Most people on the bus look-like upper-class men while a few look like they are really going to need their Fake ID's to work in order to get in. I turn back around and look out the window at the cars driving by.

"Are you getting drunk tonight?" Isabella asks from beside me. "I'm not too sure yet" I respond. I did want to get drunk tonight, but I also know I have an exam in one of my history courses that I have not started study for at all on Monday. Which means I can either try to study with or without a hangover tomorrow and I would prefer the last option.

The bus soon pulls up to the stop that we need to get off at and we quickly shuffle off. Isabella and I start walking around the block to head to the bar. As we approach, we see a line start to form near the entrance. I check my phone and see that its 8:50, only ten more minutes till the bar opens. We get in line towards the front and I start to look around to see if Ezra is there yet. I don't see him or his friends, so I decide to text him.

I look down at my phone to start texting him when suddenly someone bumps into my shoulder. I stagger and look up and see a boy with brownish blonde hair giggling while a blush creeps up on his neck. "I'm so sorry about that, my friend accidentally pushed me" he says with an Irish accent and a hint of a giggle still in his voice. I glance at his friend who is walking in front of him but all I can see is the back of a head of curly hair. The guy who bumped into me gives me a smile and then turns to catch up to his friend.

"I swear guys never look where they're going." Isabella says in an annoyed voice. "I know it's so annoying" I agree while I nod my head and then look back down at my phone to continue texting Ezra. Just as I am about to hit send, I feel a tap on my shoulder and look up to see Ezra in front of me with a smile on his face.

A smile comes to my face immediately. "I was just about to text you" I tell him. "Yeah sorry we were running a little late, I couldn't find my wallet" Ezra says.

"Hey Ez" Isabella says with a smile and a small wave and I see her eye his two friends. Ezra responds with a hello and then introduces his two friends to Isabella. I've met Matthew and Chris before, one time while studying at Ezra's apartment they came over and we all ended up getting dinner.

I feel my phone buzz and look down to see a text from Isabella. "I need you to help me get Chris PLEASE" it says.

I laugh and give her a wink. We wait another five minutes and then are finally let into the bar. The five of us find a table and then Ezra goes up to get the drinks. "So, Chris, how is your term going so far?" Isabella asks. Chris has light brown hair that almost curls and has puppy dog brown eyes with a smile that takes up most of his face. He seems like the type of guy Isabella would go for so the text she sent earlier was not too unexpected.

He responds and pretty soon the two-start chatting. I start making conversation with Matthew and not long after Ezra returns with the drinks. About an hour in we are all still at the table the only difference being most of us are already three shots or more in. My body is starting to feel warm and I'm suddenly laughing at every joke that is said.

Around us the bar is full of people our age either singing karaoke or at tables like our chatting with their friends. Laughter and music can be heard all throughout the bar. Ezra leans over the table towards me and asks, "Alright are you ready to get up there and sing now?" I roll my eyes and laugh; Ezra knows how terrible of a singer I am. "Only if you go up there and sing with me." I say back with a grin.

"Okay okay I'll do it." He says with a smile, his dimples on full display. Ezra is four drinks in and the rose color that's formed on his cheeks are evidence of what is currently flowing through his body. "Go request a song for us." He says and nods his head over to the DJ table.

I stand up to start walking over to the DJ to put our names down on the list and request a song. I weave through numerous bodies and  eventually make it over to the DJ booth. I reach to grab the pen but suddenly there is a hand below mine that grabs it before me. My brows furrow and I look up but my breath leaves my body as two emerald eyes stare back at me.

Hi! This is the first chapter of my Harry fic on Wattpad called Invisible String... if you’d like to read more click here: https://www.wattpad.com/user/Kmoneykmoney137 !!! 

Thank’s so much for reading ♥️ 

[odderancyart]

A Few Days of Late Autumn

Happy Birthday, @kyuko-chan!!!

Here’s some Blackcherry High School AU!

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26 October

We got a new classmate today. The entire school buzzed with the news this morning as gossip spread through the hallways. According to them, he had been expelled from the Royal Academy, which obviously means he must be rich as fuck: the Royal Academy is only for the absolute elite, after all. The children of politicians, CEOs, nobility.

Early this morning, while the sun still was low on the sky, I sat in my chair in the classroom – clad in high-heeled black boots, which I had polished until they basically shimmered in the light from the lamps, black and white striped jeans, and my hot pink turtleneck – with my feet thrown up on the table while Slim slept in his seat next to Blue (the idiot needs to go to bed earlier, for fuck’s sake, it’s not strange he’s always exhausted), and Jennifer was yelling about the latest episode of her favourite show, or whatever. Wow holy hell that’s one long sentence, huh? Anyway, that’s when we heard the doorknob turn. I threw my legs of the table, sitting properly, just in time before Ms. Toriel (our principal) stepped inside. I could see Blue elbow Slim awake in the corner of my eye.

Following Ms. Toriel, who as always wore a perfectly neat suit and, as always, was sneering – was the new kid. As I first saw him, I froze. I might’ve forgotten to breathe too? Not sure. He has a jagged scar running down over his eye socket, a bit like mine but less clean. A gold tooth, which gleamed in the sunlight coming in through the window. And he certainly knows how to dress: biker boots, torn jeans, and a black shirt with the Anarchy-symbol in red. Which, admittedly, is kind of weird from a member of the uppermost class, but whatever.

The most noticeable thing, however, was the fact that he had a cocky smirk on his face. I’ve never seen anyone look cocky in Ms. Toriel’s presence: she is fucking terrifying.

And yes, I admit. He’s fucking hot.

Seems like an asshole though, and a different kind than me. He leaned against the desk, despite Ms. Toriel’s awful glares, as she introduced him. “This is Red Gaster,” she said, and her dislike was very obviously in her voice. He didn’t seem bothered, though. Whispers filled the classroom – everyone knows the name Gaster. Is he related to Dr Gaster? The King’s advisor? He must be, mustn’t he? How many Gaster families can there be? “He will be joining your class from now on. Mr. Gaster, is there anything you’d like to tell your new classmates?”

“Hiya,” he told us, saluting lazily. His grin widened. “Nice to meetcha.”

His accent is… offensive. That’s all I can fucking say. That’s our accent, and it’s easy to hear it’s been trained in; and I can literally only think of one reason someone from his class would want to speak like us. I’ve heard what people say about it, after all. Heard how people judge those who speak like that. There’s a reason I’m training mine away. I highly doubt I will get anywhere in life while speaking like a ‘gutter rat’. But he can afford the luxury to sound like that for his own amusement, I suppose. If he’s a part of the Gasters, he can do whatever the fuck he wants and face zero consequences. Everyone would hire a Gaster, or let one into their university.

Fucking unfair. Bet I’m smarter than him.

Probably stronger too, even if he has big bones.

Life is unfair. That’s a lesson we’re taught early around here. No one will give a damn about you when you’re poor and working class. We’ve only got ourselves.

Well. Then Ms. Toriel gestured for him to sit, which he did, in the only free seat. Which happened to be the one next to me. I had known he’d sit next to me, obviously, since I saw the added seat when I entered the classroom, but my soul still skipped a beat and I wasn’t sure what to do because fuck he’s hot but god he already makes me angry.

So I just nodded.

“Hello,” he said and made himself comfortable, and then our teacher entered and began the lesson.

Even though he made one or two attempts on talking with me I didn’t humour him: I don’t talk during class. Even if I was tempted, for some reason. If I did, I’d never learn anything, get detention, and get stuck in this shithole forever, and I have aspirations. Not a goddamn chance I’ll let some random, if good-looking, stranger stop me from reaching my dreams.

Later that day, as I was hanging out with Blue and Alphys at lunch – I still regret introducing them goddammit they won’t stop ganging up on me and they’re both committing treason – we saw Red hanging over the fence. He was talking with another skeleton in a fancy suit – the school uniform of the Royal Academy, I believe. Their suit was lazily put on, though, and their tie not even tied. Fucking hell that’s so ungrateful. And I heard him say, “Yeah I’ll take this school with storm, man. They won’t know what hit them.”

Which is bullshit. Watch this privileged asshole not surviving a week in a public high school. I am shocked he didn’t throw a fit when he saw the food.

 27 October

Alright… I admit, he’s fitting in surprisingly well. Still a fucking asshole, but perhaps our kind of asshole rather than the kind I expected from someone from the cream of society. He’s absolutely related to Dr Gaster, though, seeing how a tall skeleton who appears to be his brother – who is also handsome as fuck why that’s so unfair – in a fancy red cabriolet which carried Gaster Industries’ mark picked him up after school yesterday. And today he came on a fucking motorcycle. Because of course he has a motorcycle. Of course he drives motorcycles.

It’s beautiful. Sleek and black with red details. A Ducati. Oh my stars I- Oh fuck it yeah I am jealous as hell it’s absolutely gorgeous and I’ve been dreaming about driving one like it for years. One day, Razz. One day. I technically don’t even have my license yet, even though I can drive: I had a neighbour teach me, but we can’t afford the license for now. Once I get a job, that’ll be the first thing I save up to buy. And then, I will get a beauty of my own.

God I am squeezing my pen so hard right now. I want one so badly.

But back to Red: We sat together in class again, and we actually talked a little before class began. He seems to have learnt not to talk to me while class is going on already, that’s good. Today I was wearing a black and red rockabilly-dress, by the way, that I found in the thrift shop last weekend. It’s absolutely gorgeous. I think he noticed, I saw his gaze on it. That did feel nice. I do appreciate when people, even if they’re assholes, can recognize my beauty and sense of style.

Actually I think I like him a bit more now. Just a tad.

I did find out he doesn’t live at home. Imagine being able to move out at eighteen. I’d love to but well. Even if I could afford it, that’d end in catastrophe, because neither dad nor Slim knows how the fuck to care for themselves. When I came to visit they’d live in chaos and eat instant noodles for dinner every day. What would they do without me? How the fuck did we survive until I started taking charge, anyway? I mean dad can manage, obviously, but his standards are much too low.

So Red lives in an apartment just at the border between our side of town and the finer parts. Only two blocks away from another, richer, school district. And he has a brother, as I suspected, who is still at the Royal Academy and is planning on becoming a Police officer, and the dude I saw him talking to yesterday is his best friend and distant relative (second cousin thrice removed or something), Sans Gaster. And yes, he’s the fucking oldest son of Doctor Gaster, the country’s most prominent scientist and the King’s right-fucking-hand. What the fuck.

What the hell did he do to get expelled? Did he kill someone?

Anyway I have a History-essay to write, on the great monster-human war and how the Treaty was written.

 28 October

It’s Friday! Blue and I am going out on the new club down the corner, it looks awesome. Dad doesn’t want me to go, of course, he’s overprotective as always, but he knows by now that’s not going to stop me. It’s going to be great. Especially since I’ve already finished my homework for the weekend and so it doesn’t matter if we drink and stay up to six am and sleep until noon. Plus, I finally get a chance to wear my latest find: this short, black dress that’s all glittery. It’s fabulous, especially with a black leather jacket.

 29 October

I-

Last night-

Fuck.

I don’t even know how to write this down.

I’ll take it from the beginning.

So Blue and I went to the new club, and we looked fantastic. He had torn jeans and a tank top in dark gold with a leather jacket over, and I had my dress. The music from the nightclub was loud already before we came there, we could hear it down the streets. (I don’t imagine the residents were too happy but whatever.) After showing ID, we were soon allowed inside, luckily there was no queue.

And the inside was every bit as cool as we’d hoped. Flashing lights in rainbow colours, a dancefloor, a fucking smoke machine. The bar was crowded and served the most amazing drinks and it was so much fun. We danced for hours and probably drank a little too much, but we’re eighteen and it’s weekend so it was whatever. I haven’t had so much fun in weeks, and Blue chatted up this pretty girl inside. Not sure if he likes her or if it was just him being tipsy. Blue does become a flirt when he’s drunk he’ll even flirt with me. It’s hilarious. I mean he’s smooth as fuck, not denying that, but anyone would think it’s funny when your best friend-since-childhood is drunken-flirting with you and asking you stuff like “Are you a SAT? ‘Cause I’d do you for three hours and forty five minutes- with a ten minute snack break in the middle.”

Like I said, hilarious. I love drunk Blue.

But when we were going home. It was four am. And I don’t remember all of it, but I know what happened, more or less. We were tired, and giggly, and more than a little drunk. Being drunk doesn’t take away a lifetime of being on your guard, at least not for me, but it does take away my reflexes. Stupid. Why did I ever expect to be safe? Pure idiocy.

And suddenly we were surrounded. I can see them before my eyes. There were at least five of them, they were huge like mountains. And their eyes- So cold, so cruel. So greedy. I’m shivering at the memory of how their eyes racked over our bodies, like we were objects. I felt like someone had doused me in ice water and nausea rose that had nothing to do with me being drunk. It was terrifying. I’ve never been so scared in my life. I can fight, but again I was drunk and they were many, and bigger.

“Well, well,” one of them murmured, leaning toward me. I felt his breath on my face, gross and foul-smelling. They’d cornered us, and he put his arm next to the wall, and I threw out with my arm over Blue. He’s not innocent or weak in any way but he hasn’t been through the shit I have. So I feel like I should protect him, even if he hates it. “What do we have here?”

“Leave us alone,” Blue said, defiant as always. I could hear his voice tremble, though, and I think they did too because they laughed. Laughed.

Fury spiked through me and it only grew as another one added, “What’s two little sweethearts such as yourselves doing out here all alone, in the middle of the night? Lookin’ for some action?”

I punched the one in front of me. Straight in the face. And as he staggered backwards in shock, as the others processed, I grabbed Blue and ran. I can still feel the adrenaline pumping through me and my soul pounding in terror as we ran as fast as we could through the streets, hear the fast clicking of our shoes against the pavement. My mouth was dry as sand and I wasn’t even looking where I was going because I saw them follow us, yelling angrily. They were furious. Who knows what they’d do to us if they caught up?

We turned around the corner, and Blue was just a step before me now because he’s the fastest runner, and we ran straight into something soft on the other side. I froze, my breath catching in my throat as I forgot how to breathe, before I recognized the faces. Red. Red and his friend, Sans.

They stared at us for a moment before they heard the shouts, and I didn’t even know what to do so I grabbed Red’s wrist and pulled, yelling at him that we had to get out of here they were going to- I didn’t finish the sentence. I was afraid of what they were going to do when I couldn’t even access my magic because of the intoxication.

I’ve never seen anyone look so similar to dad as Red did in that moment. The absolute fury on his face, and he moved my hand to Sans, and Sans grabbed Blue. They only nodded at each other and then Sans pulled us into an alley nearby.

I remember screaming.

We were worried about Red, Blue and I – who wouldn’t be, apparently he was about to take on five men at once. But Sans, after introducing himself with a short “The name’s Sans,” told us to worry about our followers instead and I really didn’t give a flying fuck about them. My heart was still pounding so hard I wondered if it was trying to escape my chest as I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds.

Then, a Police siren came from the distance, and Red appeared in the entrance of the alley. “Oh fuck. Time ta leave.”

He and Sans brought us to Red’s apartment, which wasn’t too far away. They picked out some warm blankets for us and sat us down in the sofa. Red made hot chocolate for us both but I couldn’t finish it before I fell asleep. On Red’s shoulder. The next morning Blue and I woke up in Red’s bed, with the world’s biggest hangovers, and my soul was in my throat as I realized where we were, but I didn’t need to worry. He and Sans had both slept on air mattresses on the floor. That’s… surprisingly considerate, isn’t it?

They made us breakfast and ginger tea against the hangover, and Red told us what had happened last night, how he’d beaten up those creeps. He’s battle-trained, says his father made both him and his brother learn how to fight remorselessly. Which… okay yeah that’s attractive.

Now when we finally felt safe again, I listened and honestly? I can’t deny that he’s… nice. I… yeah. He’s nice. But that doesn’t at all explain why I constantly felt the urge to reach out and touch him when we were eating breakfast, or why I blushed as he complimented my dress. I’m confused and it’s annoying. The weirdest thing is that, when he patted my shoulder when Blue and I were going home, I didn’t want him to let go, and felt intensely aware of his handsomeness.

 1 November

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Yeah.

I spoke with Blue about it and he says I have a crush.

Dammit.

3 November

I have so much to write.

The past two days have been a rollercoaster and I’m all giddy right now. Slim actually checked in on me to see I’m alright because I was giggling to much. So yeah I absolutely had a crush on Red. And when we went back to school this Monday it felt kind of awkward and my soul did flips when he asked if I was okay. It might’ve been a little hard to speak to him too without stumbling over my words but I’m not confirming anything.

But he hung out with us all day, and he’s so fucking charming? I’m still thinking whether I should mention his accent or not, but god. He has these super dark jokes, and they’re the funniest thing, and I also found out he lets giggly. So I hung out with him after school and we went to the Starbucks on the corner and drank coffee, and he also tipped the barista really well. And we have so much in common? He was very happy to tell me about his motorcycle and we talked about astronomy and it just… worked.

It was kind of sad when I had to go home. But then- then.

He asked me out on a date.

And I gaped and could hardly answer him for a few moments, and he looked so adorably anxious as he smiled at me, and then I just threw myself around his neck and said yes, of course.

So after school today he brought me out on his motorcycle outside of town and it was amazing. I sat behind him on it, holding around his waist, as the landscape flashed by and the motor purred so wonderfully, and he was really warm in the chill of late autumn. We stopped at a biker bar far out on the countryside, where he seemed to know quite a lot of people. It was really nice, with an old jukebox and dim lights and, apparently, rivalling biker gangs who weren’t allowed to fight in there or they’d be forbidden to come back.

Red bought us soda and pommes and burgers, and we just sat there and talked and ate, and somehow, we began holding hands. I can still feel his fingers around mine. So warm and gentle. He smiled and told me, “You’re lovely.”

And then, on the way back, he let me drive a bit. And it was brilliant. His arms around me, and I couldn’t stop grinning as the motorcycle reacted to my smallest command. It was so… Oh, he leaned his head against my helmet and his ribcage against my back, my leather jacket, and we flew past nature on the empty highway, it was magical.

Unfortunately, the day ended much too soon, and he brought us back into town. And as he dropped me off, he hesitated, and he looked so handsome in the dim light of sunset in his biker jacket, and then he dismounted the bike, and slowly leaned in toward me until I could feel his warm breath on my face, and asked, “May I?”

I nodded, breathless, and he kissed me softly, embracing my waist. I grasped his face between my hands and held him, and I felt him smile into the kiss.

I couldn’t stop smiling as I stared after him as he jumped back on his bike and left, looking back before he disappeared around the corner. Then I went back in and told dad to shut up about my love life I’m legally an adult now and he can’t tell me what to do.

Oh stars I’m so happy I can feel my entire body tingling. I can’t wait for our next date.

[thewitchqueen281]

Experiment 808 AU

Hey so I did actually have someone show some interest in this AU, but I’m awful at formatting so I'm just making a separate text post. Read about each character under the cut. A bit about the setting. It’s pretty distant future, this big lab in the middle of the city was commissioned to make a ton of super soldiers. Not knowing where to start they just... started kidnapping kids. Like from their cribs and everything. Not legal but they can like start from scratch there. By the time most of them are ten they’ve been tortured and beaten and do not want to be there. So they just escape. Because like what are they going to do to stop a bunch of kids with powers.  They run free into the city. They stay hidden in bunkers and hideouts. They are all about 15~16 ish. I haven't decided whether or not Al is still a year younger or if they are twins so, for now, its up too you. 

Anyway, enjoy these stupid teens.

Ed 

Has gills on his neck and sides, and dragonfly wings.

the wings are red and while he can fly fast can’t fly for a very long time. 

Instead of his traditional black tank top and coat, he wears one of those knit sleeveless turtleneck things with his red coat that ties around in the front.

Anyone with gills is bioluminescent underwater, he glows red in his face and all around his arms.

he wears a different outfit because it hides his wings and his gills. 

still kind of a little shit. 

knows all the other kids, is friends with most of them surprisingly. 

lives with his brother, Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeyes, and Denny Brosh in an abandoned library on the west side of the city. Because they are the kids he trusts the most.

he would live with Ling, Lan Fan, and Winry. But Ling and Lan Fan don't really live anywhere and Winry travels between all the kid's hideouts making sure they didn't break anything.

Likes knives, like really really likes knives

has like twenty on him at all times. 

he actually meets Ling by throwing a knife at him and getting really pissed that he missed. 

Roy Mustang 

Has a salamander tail, sometimes breaths a small bit of fire. 

Doesn't really like people at all. 

is four ten and has a lisp and you can pry this headcanon away from my cold dead hands. 

frequent all-nighters, whether playing video games or trying to master fire breath. 

Wears really baggy cargo pants, he likes the pockets. 

has a haircut with two very long pieces of hair in the front and kinda shitty bangs. 

he regrets this haircut. 

he’s best friends with Riza and Ed because Riza and Ed are also wild kids who won't stop him from jumping off really high places or putting bugs in Al’s tea. 

Likes lollypops, no one is sure why he just thinks they taste nice. 

huge crush on Jean Havoc from the group uptown, The others make fun of him. 

Riza Hawkeye 

Has a cheetah tail and likes to R U N

She's a very fast girl, for a long time everyone thought that was one of the abilities given to her during her time in the lab.

it's not  

she just likes to run. 

despite being a wild teen is the second most sensible one in their group. Has had to drag Roy to bed, but almost everyone has had to do that once or twice.

cant cook for shit. like really. she hates cooking shes so bad at it. 

everyone expects her to be the mom for some reason like they think she cooks and cleans. 

shed rather die, Ed cooks, they take shifts cleaning.

loves long skirts and horror novels. 

likes to think she can talk to ghosts or summon demons. 

or maybe she can. 

nobody really knows. 

Talks to herself on occasion. 

Al 

Has gills like his brother. Very small antlers as well.

glows blue underwater near his ears and around his legs. He and his brother have matching symbols on their backs.  

wears a blue hoodie to cover the antlers. 

The actual Mom Friend TM 

Enjoys tea and not having to deal with his brother and CO’s bullshit. 

for once would like to sleep in. just once. 

Would be a wine mom but he is responsible and doesn't drink while underage, unlike almost all of his friends who really don't seem to give a shit.

Sassy, like, really sassy. 

bad at hiding his emotions. 

you will know when he thinks your being a dumbass.

*looks into the camera like he's on the office* 

“Al me and the others are going to jump off the top of the building and see with we can stop ourselves.” “Good luck brother.”

Is friends with everyone and really he loves them all but goddamn. 

One time Ed dated a real shit head and you don't want to know what happened after he dumped Ed. he isn't dead but he won't be walking anytime soon.

Denny Brosh

Has Squid tentacles under his arms and fins on his legs. He glows a bright yellow underwater. 

Knits, like a lot. Every one of them has a homemade sweater from him. the others he lives with wear theirs all the time. Because they do gross things like care about one another in this household. 

Is still really good friends with Maria Ross, he wishes they saw each other more. 

can and will shock you with his tentacles, especially if you make jokes about them. 

Meme dream team leader. 

Al doesn't understand memes and Denny hurts every day because of this. 

has a bright yellow sweater that he knitted himself and then had every single one of his friend sign.

Thinks Kain Furey is super cute. Roy thinks he's super gross because Furey is an innocent Denny!

wholesome meme some days sex jokes on others. 

pretty much all the kids have pretty severe mental health issues, but Denny is one of the few who has tried to help his. 

takes anxiety meds. 

while he doesn't have any sibling this timeline he has his friends and honestly they are pretty close to siblings. 

has called Ed big brother but like everyone has once or twice. Ed doesn't really give a shit and has accepted his fate as the oldest and apparently the most brother like. 

Maria Ross 

Lots a scales, like all over her body. 

has wings but she isn't sure what animal they could be from.

they are big and scaley like her. 

Lives with Olivier, Mei Chang, Sheska, and Winry Rockbell when she's around. They live in an old dinner on the east side of town. 

Would date Sheska 100%. 

Sorta has claws, doesn't matter she enjoys painting them. 

Good friends with Olivier, actually best friends. This is a problem in some ways because Olivier and Denny don’t get along at all. 

Has a gun, only used it once or twice to protect her friends. 

she hopes she never has to use it again.

Sometimes wonders what her family would be like if she hadn't grown up in a lab. Wonders whether of not her family sold her or if she was stolen. She wonders for the other kids as well.

Breaths and cries ice. 

prefers if her friends called her Ria 

Olivier Armstrong  

This bitch got bat wings

they are fucking huge. 

she can’t really hide them so she only goes outside at night. 

she has become a cryptid. 

blurry shitty pictures of her crouching on buildings wings extended, her eyes glowing are all over forums. 

Batgirl strikes again?? 

she thinks its super funny. 

Doesn't really try to hide how she's feeling. 

most of the time she’s Arragont or amused.

Anime character tch. 

Her list of people she dislikes is bigger than the list of people she likes. 

that's a lie she loves all her friend's

she’s just bad about showing it and claims to hate them. 

everyone calls her Livi. 

she hates it but nobody cares. 

keeps her hair in a ponytail.

Mei Chang

has a cat tail, and night vision.

Please don't make any jokes. 

she doesn't want this.

People sometimes pull her tail. they only pull it once though. People learn from their mistakes.

wears a big pink coat with lots of pockets. she keeps both dead mice and her kunai in the pockets. 

Is Winrys assistant when she's around.

loves to help. is crushing on Al from the west side library. Everyone knows but Al. Ed and Ling think that is hilarious. Like it didn't take them months to get over themselves. 

Ling is her half-brother. She isn't sure how trustworthy the info is because it’s something she heard from lab technicians. 

Wants to learn to fight better but nobody wants to spar with her. 

Sit’s up at night and stares at her coffee. 

it’s cold now but she can’t get to sleep. 

Winry Rockbell 

Has butterfly wings, emperor butterfly wings. They don't make her as fast as Ed but it is faster to fly than to walk and she can fly for pretty long periods of time.

automail isn't really a thing. So Winry does general doctor stuff.

she goes between bases and makes sure that everybody is healthy. 

most of the time that isn't the case so shes pretty much always working.

Thinks Mei is a wonderful helper.  

Wears her signature tube top. doesn't travel through populated areas and definitely doesn't by day.

Butterflygirl isn't as cool as a cryptid as Batgirl so she doesn't get much coverage. 

Will still hit you with a wrench don't test her. 

She carries it and her entire toolbox because she’ll be damned if she loses time for her machines while helping out these idiots.

Dating Mothman. 

Mothman is actually Lan Fan. this joke doesn't make a lot of sense to her because Lan Fan doesn't have moth wings. Ling and Ed tell her to shut up and go with it. She rolls her eyes fondly. 

Kain Fuery 

Has ant antenna. he can send messages across radio waves because of this. makes it easy to keep up with his friends. 

Lives with Jean and Rebbeca in what they think was once a club. It's unused now but it does have an underground bunker for some reason.

He is an innocent 

(He isn't) 

keeps a picture of some dog in his pocket. 

he needs it to keep up morale. 

yes, it is just a stock photo of a dog that he stole out a picture frame at wallmart a couple years ago.

He really likes animals. Ed and Roy hate going out with both him and Al in a pair because both of them insist on stopping to pet every dog and cat or whatever animal.

Functional Bi 

Jean Havoc  

Has fins he thinks. they are like spiky and help him swim better. they are all over his back and wrap around his arms. Has gills, and he tends to glow a bluish purple.  

he lives in the club but prefers to be near the docks. 

Loves to swim

Just call him Jean

Please god just call him Jean. 

Olivier and Maria butchered his last name so bad when he first meet him that he is permanently traumatized. 

he’s being dramatic but like, that's who he is??

Disaster Bi 

Pinning? His constant mood?

Ling Yao

Red panda tail and claws. 

Loves sweet things, like so much.

Can see in the dark, loves his night vision

Thinks Ed throwing knives at him is super hot

Ed is Concerned TM 

Doesn't really live anywhere. 

bounces around the bases with Lan Fan. 

Lan Fan is actually his twin sister but they haven't told Mei that yet.

he doesn't know why people don't just know.

Climbs in Ed’s window in the middle of the night. 

freaked Ed out the first time it happened but he got used to it. 

spars on rooftops in the middle of the day. 

For some reason, nobody seems to freak out. 

Kink is love and appreciation

doesn't actually know most of the other kids. Sometimes there will just be a different kid at the base and He’ll be like cool.

Everone knows about Ling though. 

Lan Fan

She has lunar moth wings. Although Winry seems to think they are from some type of butterfly like her. Ed and Ling know the truth and call her moth man. 

She flicks their faces for it. 

loves food. thinks it must be because lunar moths cant eat, that side of her wants to eat E V E R Y T H I N G. 

Or maybe she just has a huge appetite because Ling eats a ton as well. 

has night vision as well.

Is her last name Fan? Not even she knows. 

Everyone calls her Lan Fan though. 

Spars with Ling but prefers fighting with Ed because Ling holds back. Ed doesn't.

tries so hard not to scream at her friends. 

god, she tries so hard. 

This took so long. If you want to hear about specific characters request it and I’ll make another one of these. If anyone wants to write a fanfic send it to me, I’ll be the first one to kudos that ish.  

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[maladaptive---daydreamer]

#Unbothered

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader (platonic)

Summary/Request:  Can you do a Damon Salvatore one where he's trying to kill you and says that he could kill you and you're like yeah but so can another human or a dog like you're not special.. she can be really unbothered and sarcastic and then he lets her live because she's really awkward and funny and so he keeps coming next to her every once in awhile for advice and stuff and they become friends xxx - Anonymous

Word Count: 3570

A kind of part two to this: x

Are you sure you can’t come to this last bar, Y/N?” One of your friends slurred out.

You and your friends had been bar hopping and so far you were mildly drunk. You handled your alcohol well, unlike your friends and only agreed to join them to see your friends get ugly drunk,  instead, they flirted with anything that had a dick and legs. Your standards meant that none of the guys offered you drinks so you were tipsy at best.

“I’m going to head home. I don’t like the bar that you’re headed to anyway”  You replied, disentangling yourself from another drunk off her face friend.

“Okay. We’ll miss you”  They all shouted dissolving into a fit of giggles before stumbling down the street.

You rolled your eyes and began your walk home. It was only 1 am but it was that odd time of night where everyone was out but everyone was in. The roads were empty due to most of the people being in clubs or in their homes. It was quite peaceful for you. The smell of rain lingered in the air and the cool breeze did everything to relieve you from the stuffy air in the club. 

You cut through the usual alleyway. It wasn’t like most cliche shortcuts, it was between two houses and continued like that for a few streets. The neighbourhood was a good one, mostly rich white families so you knew you were okay. You were back on the main road, right in the middle of mystic falls which was pretty much deserted. From your peripheral vision, you could see shadows moving but you knew that there wasn’t anything behind you. 

You looked down at your phone to reply to a text when you saw a man in front of you. You quickly stopped to avoid crashing into him.

“Well lookie here” The guy sung.

“Excuse me?” You replied, pissed and confused at the attractive stranger.

“I’m going to kill you, sweetheart”

You burst out laughing.

“I think someone spiked your drink, dude.”

“You should be cowering in fear. Why are you not cowering in fear?” He asked, his evil demeanour changing.

“Because when a random guy comes up and says ‘i’m going to kill you’ at 1 am on a Saturday night he’s drunk. So if you don’t mind, sir. I’ll be on my way”

“But I am going to kill you”

“Yeah of course you are. Now move please”

All of a sudden a metal railing appeared in the stranger’s hands. He bent it easily even managing to knot it in the middle.

“I could really kill you if I wanted to.”

“Yes, but so could another random stranger or even a dog. You’re probably jacked up on some ‘roids so please let me pass”

“I’ll let you live, you’re funny”

You narrowed your eyes and continued walking. 

“I’ll see ya around” The stranger called out.

You thought that would have been the last you saw of the stranger, only you were clearly mistaken. 

You came back from shopping a few weeks after the incident to see the man sitting on your porch. He got up and came to your car, taking the bags you had out of your hands. You held the others and walked up to your front door.

“This may be weird but I want some advice so do you think I could,” He asked while you wrestled around to get the keys into the lock

“Come in?” You asked

The stranger nodded and looked slightly relieved too.

“I don’t even know your name”

“Damon, Damon Salvatore”

“A guy called Damien bought me a drink at a bar once. It wasn’t nice”

“Right”

You finally managed to unlock the front door and entered the house. The groceries were dropped into the kitchen while your clothes were left by the stairs to be taken into your room.

“So what did you need help with?” You asked him as you began to put the food away.

“If you were to get wooed by someone, how would you like them to do it?”

“Wooed?” You asked, raising an eyebrow

“Just shut up and answer the question”

“Get me flowers, lingerie, chocolate. Take me out to a nice dinner, or even make it yourself. Have good taste in movies, clothes and the most important, alcohol”

“What about someone who’s completely the opposite of you”

“Get her flowers. A nice candle, a pretty diary, maybe a scarf or a cardigan. She probably wants a well thought out date and probably doesn’t trust you enough to be in your house on the first date, so a dinner date. You’d probably have to have her home by 9 exactly or she’ll think you’re trying to fuck her. Take her chair out for her, pay the bill, let her order for herself. That kind of shit”

“Hmm that was very insightful”

“I know”

“Where does the Nutella go?”

“Top cupboard next to the stove”

“How should I ask her?”

“She got a boyfriend? You seem like the type of guy to go for someone who’s already in a relationship”

“It’s complicated.”

“Just straight up ask her”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah go ahead”

“Thanks, Y/N”

“How do you know my name?” You asked.

“Hold on, how do you even know where I live?” You added after realising he should know nothing about you.

“I work for the FBI”

“I really believe that”

“Well, I’ll be leaving now”

“See ya around, Damon”

“You betcha!”

A few more weeks later, Damon showed up at your office.

“Babe!”

You scrunched your face up in confusion at the nickname.

“Play along” He mouthed.

“Damon! What are you doing here?”

“we were going to the ski lodge today. You boss told me you didn’t put in a request for a day off.”

“It must have slipped my mind. With your crazy surprises!”

“It’s fine, Y/N. You can have tomorrow off”

You thanked your boss and packed up your desk. A fake smile was plastered over your mouth as you and Damon walked hand in hand to your car. You got in before going off on him.

“That was so unprofessional, you ass.”

“I needed you for the weekend.”

“For what?”

“Undercover work. I need a date for a party”

“What happened with your other girl?”

“It’s complicated.”

“I’m not going with you. thank you for the day off, but I’m not going.”

“I need you to come with me. Please”

“Why? How the fuck did you know where I live anyway?”

Damon looked conflicted for a moment.

“Let me drive us somewhere and I’ll explain everything”

You nodded and moved into the back seat as Damon hopped over the centre console into the driver’s seat. You then made your way into the front passenger seat and you drove off. After a while of driving, you stopped in front of a huge house.

“Welcome, to Casa de Salvatore” He explained, flipping the ignition off and handing you your keys.

“You live here?!”

Damon nodded and the two of you got out of the car and into his house. He led you down some stairs to his basement and into a smaller room equipped only with some plants and a freezer.

“Do you sell weed?”

“No. This is vervain. It’s a plant to keep humans safe from our abilities.”

“Abilities?”

Damon placed a finger to his lips motioning for you to shut up as he opened up the freezer.

“This is our store of blood, it stops us from having to feed on humans”

“Hold the fuck up. Blood? Feed on humans! You need help and I am getting the fuck out of here”

You headed for the door but it was slammed shut and Damon stood in front of it.

“Holy shit”

His eyes went bloodshot and the veins under his eyes were so much more prominent, they were bright red and his teeth were bared with his canines elongated into fangs.

“Are you fucking serious. You’re a god damn vampire. You could have told me that in the beginning you asshole. I thought you were some creepy weirdo.”

“I envisioned this going in a completely different direction.”

“So what’s the real reason why you need me to come to this thing of yours?”

“I need a human with me to gain entrance. It’s a fucked up vampire thing where you showcase your ‘food’ while trying to make money. I need to kill someone there and my brother won’t let me take Elena”

“So you need me to come with you into a room of bloodthirsty vampires?”

“Yeah”

“I’ll do it, but you owe me big time”

“There’s one more thing. I kind of need to feed off you on your wrists and neck to make it look like you really are my blood bag.”

“Isn’t that going to like kill me?”

“No. I just need to show restraint”

“Right. Well, you can’t do all of this after you get me an outfit for said party.”

“I’m sure you have a dress you could use, judging by your office, your office Christmas parties must be a hoot”

“I might have something. But you’ll need to take me home and let me get supplies.”

“Why are you so okay with this?”

“With what?”

“Finding out I’m a bloodsucking monster who could potentially drain you in your sleep”

“Because I’d like to think we have formed a friendship and I don’t think you’re that much of a sociopath to kill your friends. And its mystic falls, you really think that everyone believes in the ‘animal attack’ excuse?”

Damon shrugged in agreement and took you home to get a dress. You settled on a black mermaid dress with crystals on it. You grabbed a few more essentials and set your alarm and locked all your doors.

In the morning before Damon’s event, the two of you drove to a country club on the outskirts of Mystic Falls. He forced you to wear a turtle neck for the time being until he could make the marks on your wrists and neck. The two of you checked into a hotel room and to your surprise, there was already someone in there.

“Do you have everything?” Another handsome stranger asked.

“All in the bag,” Damon replied waving his hand in the direction of the bag he flung across the room.

“Y/N, Alaric Saltzman. Ric, Y/N”

You waved before pulling off the turtleneck to reveal your tank top underneath.

“Why’s he here?” You asked.

“He is a vampire hunter.He is also here to make sure I don’t kill you”

“Right”

“The event is in 3 hours, that means we have to do the biting now” Ric piped up.

Damon came and took your wrist.

“You ready”

You nodded as he brought it up to his lips and the familiar vampire features graced his face again. You felt the fangs prick your skin and suck up some of the blood. You felt a little light headed but it went away once Damon removed his fangs and you remembered to breathe. He copied his actions on the other wrist and let you breathe.

“You okay?”

He asked, dropping down to his knees so you were the same level. 

“Yeah, I just need to breathe a bit.”

“It’s going to be a lot harder with your neck. I’m going to give you this stake. If you feel like I’m draining too much, just stab it in my neck and I should stop”

Damon handed you a small thin stake. You made a fist around it ready to stab. He held his hand out and you took it to hoist yourself off the bed. He placed his arms around you and you dropped most of your weight onto him. 

“Don’t go getting any ideas, Damon”

“Blood sharing is a pretty intimate experience, babe”

“I will prematurely stab you in the neck”

Damon chuckled before going completely serious. His grip tightened and he pulled you closer to his body. you titled your neck to one side and his fangs sunk in once again. The light-headedness came a lot faster this time but Damon could sense your discomfort and forced himself away from your neck.

“Do you want to take a break?”

“No just do the other side and give me a 2-litre bottle of coke”

“Are you sure, I could kill you”

“You kill me and I swear to God-”

You were cut off by him drinking from you again. You angrily shoved the stake in his neck and felt his fangs retract.

“What was that for?” He howled, pulling the stake out.

You watched as his skin healed and it looked like nothing had happened.

“You didn’t let me finish speaking and you were drinking too much”

“What can I say, you taste great”

You scoffed.

“You’re not the first person to say that to me”

He scrunched his nose in disgust as Alaric laughed.

“We should keep her around”

“Yes, she’s so fucking funny. You need to put a lot of makeup on and make your hair all fancy whilst we drink bourbon”

You rolled your eyes but refused to get up.

“I just had my blood drained, the least you could do is pick up that dressing table and bringing it to me and plugging in my curler.”

Damon mimicked you but did what you asked and you began to curl your hair whilst sitting on the bed.

Hours later, you were completely ready. You looked like you were dressed to go to an awards ceremony, minus the puncture wounds. You walked out from the bathroom and into the hotel room to see Damon looking suave in a tux.

“You clean up well,”

“You look amazing,”

“I know,”

You gave your hair a final fluff and wiped your teeth off any lipstick and you were ready to go. Damon held out his arm and you linked yours through it.

“Ric’ll be ready with a getaway vehicle because as soon as I kill this guy, all hell’s going to break loose” Damon informed you as the two of you walked to the lift to take you down to ‘the event’.

“I am wearing 4-inch heels. I hope you don’t expect me to run in these”

“I’ll carry you”

“You try anything and I swear I’ll shove that plant down your pants.”

The lift dinged open and another couple smiled at you. This girl also had her puncture wounds on show. You and Damon stepped into the lift standing on the side opposite to them.

“You here for the convention?” The other vampire asked.

Damon nodded.

“Martin. Martin James and this is Serena”

The girl waved.

“Ian and this is Aleisha.”

You waved back.

The lift stopped and the doors opened into the hotel lobby. Damon pulled you out and beelined away from the ballroom.

“I’m aiming to kill this guy within the first hour of this party and then we’re out. Remember your new name and stay close to me the entire night.” He murmured.

“Great, I just stand next to you like a trophy”

“I’m sorry, did you really want to be wandering around a room of thirsty vampires with 8 puncture wounds on show?”

“I’m going to kill you”

Damon laughed overly loud as he led you back to the ballroom. You put on a fake smile as you walked into the room. A server walked over to you and held out a tray. You picked up a flute of champagne and delicately sipped from it.

The pair of you began to mingle with the other vampires, Damon was sure not to reveal any extra details and only let them know he was an older vampire who was very rich. 

You had been limited to 2 glasses of champagnes since 'blood loss and alcohol is trouble’ so you were forced to sit through stifling conversations with the stupid vampires about how rich they all were. You could think of much more interesting things to talk about than the value of Vlad’s estate.

“I am just a bit parched. Y/N, let’s go to the bar” Damon announced. He held his hand out which you took and escorted you away.

“I’m going to do it now. Get ready for motion sickness.” He whispered in your ear.

“Break a leg”

The two of you got to the bar and took a seat on the barstools. 

You waved for the bartender and he shuffled over to you and Damon. You were about to give him the specific instructions for your cocktail when Damon spoke instead. Ordering himself a shot and nothing for you.

Your head turned and you glared at him.

“You’ll puke it all up onto my suit.”

You rolled your eyes and watched Damon down the shot and get up. He held out his hand for you to take and led you towards his intended target. Damon walked in front of you at first but then moved behind you. He stepped on the back of your dress making you fall forwards into the chest of a blonde vampire. He looked at you with contempt but his features softened as he saw your cleavage.

“You should look at where you’re going young one, your master would hate it if someone ate from his plate”

“I’m so sorry” Damon apologised as he pulled you away and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Nonsense, it was just an accident”

“No, I may be sorry for what I’m about to do to you”

“Whatever-”

Damon flung a stake at the vampire and it landed straight in his heart

“Sayanora sickos” He yelled before rushing off.

literally 10 seconds later you were in the middle of a road standing in front of a car. 

“I’m going to puke” You mumbled before rushing to some bushes and throwing up the 2 glasses of champagne you drank. You came back and wiped your mouth.

Damon bit into his wrist and thrust it into your mouth. You pressed your lips together and pushed his arm away.

“I don’t do that shit”

“You have fang marks on the most visible areas of your body. If you drink my blood, you’ll heal and my brother won’t be up my ass for what I did”

You begrudgingly took Damon’s wrist with your hands and brought it to your lips. the metallic taste of his blood made you gag but you forced yourself to swallow some of it.

“okay little vampire that could, you’re all healed up now”

You dropped his arm and looked at your own. It looked as though nothing had happened to you and you were sure some cat scratches were gone too.

You nodded in approval at your wrist before striding over to the car and lying down on the cool leather of the back seats. Ric was sitting in the driver’s seat and looked at you through the rear view mirror.

“Tough night?”

“Shut up. Let me sleep”

He chuckled as Damon sat beside him and you drove off.

It took a couple of hours to get back to Mystic falls, not that it made any difference to you since you’d been sleeping the entire time. Damon and Ric dropped you back to your house and drove away whilst you dealt with making sure your tired self didn’t trip over your dress and die.

You safely managed to get inside and took your makeup off. You put the dress back in its bag and hung it up again to be worn at another date before heading straight to bed.

You spent the weekend cleaning up your house and online shopping and before you knew it you had to wake up on Monday morning for work. You started off with the shittest morning, you forgot to set your alarm so you woke up half and hour later than usual, you ran out of coffee and Starbucks was closed for refurbishment so you were stuck with the decaf shit that was in the break room and one of your colleagues decided to use your desk and move everything around.

Once your desk was in a decent condition for you to work in, you logged in and began working. A few hours later, the mail person came to your desk with a muffin basket. 

“Y/N?”

You looked at the basket confused but took it anyway. A card was stuck on the cellophane

Y/N -

A basket of muffins for your troubles. I owe you one. 

Your new friend, Damon

You smiled at the card and plucked a chocolate chip muffin out of the basket.

“If any of you fuckers even breathes near my muffins, I’ll murder you.” You threatened before sitting back down at your desk and continuing your work whilst eating your muffins. 

Who knew being friends with a vampire resulted in free muffins?

[robertshugartca]

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In case you’re new to this, today I’ll be rounding up some of my favorite pieces of late but with more of a personal spin than your usual shopping story because it focuses on what I’m actually wearing in real life—not just eyeing on the internet . However, this is a very special story because it focuses on the items in my wardrobe that I use more than anything else I own: my basics.

By now, you should know that despite loving a statement piece here and there, I describe my day-to-day style as simple , so you can imagine how seriously I take the essentials like my T-shirts, jeans, sandals, and more. Are you ready to learn what made the cut? Just keep scrolling to see, read about, and shop my absolute favorite basics of all time.

Whether it’s to work, for nights out, or while traveling, I rarely go more than a couple of days without wearing this black denim jacket. If you’re looking for the perfect, polished black blazer that’s interesting but not overly trendy, this is it.  I invested in this biker jacket a few years ago, and I’m so happy I did. It gets better with time as I wear it more and more, and I always have a million uses for it. At 5'2", anything cropped is pretty much normal length on me, and this sweatshirt from Cotton Citizen is the perfect everyday outfit addition. If you’re looking for a super-simple, affordable white tee, this is it. It has a boxy cut that’s classic and tucks well into jeans. The three-quarter sleeve and thick material of this top give it an almost dressy vibe, so I get a lot of use out of it at night.  I have an old Reformation bodysuit that’s very similar to this that’s perfect for wearing with midi skirts. It’s super tight so it gives a really polished feel.  This tee is also 100% cotton, but has a softer feel than the Hanes one and a more relaxed, vintage-inspired look. I wear this turtleneck both layered and on its own all the time. It’s thin enough to wear under anything but also thick enough that you don’t feel weird wearing it alone.  This mock-neck top is perfect in white because it’s not see-through but also not super thick.  You know how black T-shirts always fade to gray? This one doesn’t. I also love the material because it’s 50% modal, so it has a nice tight fit for tucking in. In the summer, I wear this tank with jeans almost every weekend. I love these jeans so much, I have two pairs. One was hemmed shorter to wear with sneakers and sandals (seen here), and one a little longer to pair better with boots (seen here).  Yes, I have them in this faded black too, which brings the total to three pairs of these exact jeans. These leather pants are the perfect swap in for jeans when you want to make a little more of a statement with your outfit. After minorly tapering the leg of these (since I’m on the shorter side the flare looked a little exaggerated on me), they became my go-to “dressy” jeans. You know when you probably shouldn’t wear jeans to something but really want to so you need a pair that’s definitely not distressed and especially nice? That’s these for me. I even wore them to my rehearsal dinner!  These jeans also have a nice dark shade to them that makes them good for wearing at night but also an everyday option. I have an old pair of leather pants from H&M that I bought over four years ago and are very similar to these. They’re the perfect cut and fit just like jeans, so they’re a no-brainer to style.  One of my latest (and greatest) buys are these perfectly minimalist heeled sandals from Aquazzura. They go with pretty much any dress or evening outfit. This is similar to the color of my favorite sneakers—my Air Max 97s—and I highly recommend getting them before they’re gone. I love how comfortable they are, the little bit of added height, and how the metallic color scheme goes with everything.   These comfortable and classic Manolos (that I stole from my mother) are my go-to pumps. I have these in black (though I’m starting to think I need this new color, too) and I think I wore them six out of seven days a week last summer. They’re so flattering and comfortable. These simple Western boots are also hands down the most comfortable shoes I own. They have some kind of cushion at the ball of your foot that feels like a pillow. Another recent buy, these block heels are comfortable enough to wear all day but also high enough to serve as a good shoe for night. I love how they’re basic but still interesting. Up next? The simple street style looks I’ll be copying this season.

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Riverdale: “Chapter Twelve: Anatomy of a Murder”

this is the penultimate episode of Riverdale, I can’t believe this is happening, I’m frothing at the mouth

Veronica was rich: “We’re not talking about the Vogue closet here, B.” the sheer fabulous gall of Veronica is—is exhilarating. “It’s not the Met ball.” this is the trailer of the man she just BURGLED

Archie > Dawson: the same goes for Archie’s newfound, forthright belief in truth, justice, and the American way: “My dad will know what to do.” isn’t Archie on Jughead’s side the greatest thing you’ve ever seen? isn’t this BETTER than inexplicably outing him as the son of a trans-Canadian mobster? isn’t this BETTER than letting the Mongol hordes swarm into his house in the middle of Jughead’s birthday party? isn’t this the BEST THING EVER?

the Andrews have some truly calm nature scene reproductions hanging on their walls

Please protect Betty: Betty, who does not know where Jughead is, is close, CLOSE to strangling Alice: “MOM, no, we JUST told you.” “MOM. YOU were the one ASKED Veronica to break IN.”

Certified pedigree: the dynamics among the four parents: “ALICE.”

Archie looks quite nice, in his own dopey soft bro way, with his dress shirt untucked under his blazer, and his Converses

Fred’s comment how “FP may have ruined Jughead’s life” puts into words something awful

our girl Betty wears ankle-cut sky blue Polo Ralph Lauren socks to bed. to, you know, go with her boxers

the female gaze: Archie is so stressed that he’s put a shirt on

I love the dumb thing people on TV do when they text and then use that person’s name in the message, or sign off with their name, as if the receiver doesn’t know who they themselves are or don’t have their friend in their contacts and would be getting such a text anonymously: I’m sure there’s something like “Meet me at 8 - Blair” a thousand times on Gossip Girl, you know

God, that show was terrible

HOWEVER, Betty very sweetly capitalizes “Arch” but not “jughead,” which is extremely realistic and she’s nervous right now so “Arch” is for emphasis, okay

his friends going behind his back, his father arrested for murder, and the family trailer torn to pieces, Drama Prince Jughead Jones goes straight to THE BUS STATION to get a TRAIN TICKET to go to OHIO

then has a moment of Type-B forethought and calls ahead

his slow, delayed delivery of “I...got a bus ticket...to Toledo” betrays his TERROR at committing to this weirdness and being potentially rejected

he’s rejected

by his mother

can’t sleep in the bus terminal!!! REJECTED

Veronica’s shimmery silky blue pajama set

“Pack a bag, just in case”: what would Veronica put in an emergency overnight bag? character study prompt

Gay?!:  Archie has YET ANOTHER brainwave and leads them to the bus station, and I don’t care how long the delay is until he learns he was right, he just missed Jughead by a half-hour, HE WAS RIGHT. Archie is basically Jughead’s Sam Spade

I like the run-around of missing and finding Jughead, which serves no purpose other than passing time tensely and demonstrating that Archie can think of things and Veronica can think of things

the implied conversation Betty and Archie had wherein they live next to each other and can run somewhere quickly together and that there was “no time” to wait for Veronica to get over there

Jughead eats: Jughead, in his sorrows, ordered a very hot cup of coffee

Fwoopy hair is the best hair: and plopped his hat on the tabletop, out of exhaustion

his ANGUISHED WHISPER, “What are you talking about?” Jughead, honestly, this child, JUGHEAD

BRILLIANCE having FP lie about stealing the murder files to cement his innocence. obviously he couldn’t have murdered Jason because he’s been arrested for murdering Jason and this would betray television. but Keller’s like, “You broke into my house?” and FP is like...someone broke into this shit’s house and I have to fucking say yes to this? Did I fucking kidnap the fucking Lindbergh baby too? What the fuck?

Veronica put her Homecoming jacket back on? round of applause for Veronica

Jughead STARING at his father being LED AWAY in HANDCUFFS having CONFESSED TO MURDER YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS

the WOOOOOM. WOOOOOM. soundtrack is very Dust Brothers’ Fight Club

the Blossom breakfast spread is NICE. waffles, lots of mixed berries, raspberry mimosas or something, like, waffles, WAFFLES!!!

Cheryl is either wearing a massive choker or else her sweater itself has metallic studs on the high neck, with a spider pin ON TOP OF THEM, like an insane Elizabethan lady

Polly’s aborted “He killed Jason? Not…” is like—WAY too dangerous! Jesus, Polly!

Penelope’s black blouse with the red poppy print is the most normal mom-thing she’s ever worn

Clifford Blossom was ALLOWED to sit with FP in the interrogation room? I have never seen THAT on Law & Order

Archie at lunch that day is in a tight, bright blue Henley like Steve Rogers wears under his Captain America suit in The Avengers

Archie is also eating some sort of vanilla pudding in a cup

SECRET HOLDING HANDS!!!!!!

Jughead walking into the cafeteria is the stuff of legends, but there’s a girl sitting at one of the tables as he walks past, and she’s in a denim romper with a lavender pastel turtleneck and a curly bob and a pink smokey eye and she must be SEEN to be believed

Cheryl’s sheaths: Cheryl is wearing a red high-waisted miniskirt, cropped black sweater, off-black hose, red velvet leg warmers, shiny red pumps

remember how Cheryl ruined his birthday party like last week and now he’s coming up to her to apologize for something he didn’t do?

CLASSIC!!!!! CLASSIC!!!! WALLOPING on the chest of a boy who only tangentially did the Bad Thing as he stands there and takes it out of STOIC GUILT

you think Cheryl “knows” FP didn’t do it and decides to pity-guilt-love-hate slap the shit out of Jughead anyway? I have a lot of feelings about Cheryl and Jughead that I didn’t know I had, especially in the wake of RAS’s “two sides of the same coin” tweet. the operatic tragedies of their lives are so parallel, or at least perpendicular, that honestly they’re going to be intertwined, as emotional empathetic humans, for the rest of their Riverdale lives. Jughead’s tragedy sleeps on the floor and Cheryl’s is luxurious terror and ABSOLUTELY SILENT dinner parties with honey-glazed hams, but really if you rebrand Jughead from the “son of a local gang leader” to an “heir to a Mafia family,” you almost create a Cheryl. look, he wears a hat, she wears a lot of red. they’re both odd. they’re obsessed not with murder, but with Jason’s murder. they’re obsessed with themselves. they crave spectacle, drama, gossip, and they trust no one, and they know they are alone, because they’ve isolated themselves and no one quite speaks their language. and they’re fixated on the Cooper girls. CHERYL AND JUG

it all comes to a sadomasochistic head, anyway, luridly, really greatly, with Cheryl beating the hell out of Jughead’s chest, as the Drama Ho just stands there and clearly plans on standing there until Cheryl stops

Archie HAULS her off of him like Moose HAULED Jughead off of Reggie

“He was apologizing! He didn’t do anything wrong!”

Cheryl’s a psychopath: “I barely touched him,” says Cheryl, as Jughead’s mouth bleeds

it took twelve episodes for Jughead to call someone “a dick”

honestly my favorite Jughead moment of the night is the way he stops walking and rubs the inside corner of his eye, out of fucks to give, a little repeating Jughead tic, perfectly timed

just as Jughead told Betty she was the only thing holding her family together, right now frankly Betty is holding the Joneses together too

What damn high school in America: the Bee certainly knew to call Mr. Andrews specifically to talk to about Jughead

“Well, can we call? The school board?” PRECIOUS ARCHIE. there’s always someone else he can try and talk to. always another recourse. it might be dumb as fuck but he is out there trying

“Good thing mom’s a lawyer!” Archie’s Step Two is his father adopting Jughead Jones. I am throttling wild animals for Archie rn

Archie’s voice cracks at “Jug.” after Jughead says he’s sleeping in the garage

Jughead is sleeping in the GARAGE. when was the last time he slept in a real bed? literally years?

Mädchen Amick, MÄDCHEN AMICK: Alice is clearly thrilled at possibly getting to shoot someone

I want it on the record that I said “He WAS a Blossom” right BEFORE Hal said it and thus should receive screenwriting royalties from the CW

Betty has to tell everyone she’s a Blossom by blood now. she has to go to Archie and tell him she’s related to Cheryl. she has to tell Jughead. over the next couple of days, I’m going to try and imagine Jughead’s reaction

These students are legally children: remember the pilot of Riverdale? where Betty’s biggest problem was that her mom didn’t want her to be a cheerleader? look now, children. poisoned milkshakes. Jughead Jones in a white tank top. Catholic pregnancy asylums. football drug mules. psychologically astute references to Romeo and Juliet. the concept of a “Dark Betty.” a symbolic pearl necklace, of familial blackmail. murder, over maple syrup. and incest: so much incest that we thought it was going to be one kind of incest, but it turned out that that incest was just a red herring and the actual incest was this other incest

Thornhill has some incredible glass windows inside the foyer. like some Tiffany Deco shit. am I making this up? yes. it’s nice glass~

Best costume bit: Polly’s pajamas are black with a white bow print, because Polly

bit rich of any hypothetical Riverdale character to cite their family as the “mentally stable” family

Alice has a butterfly pin on her trench coat that she just keeps there, or else she tosses it on en route, Hal driving furiously

“Nothing could be more purely Blossom than those babies.” OOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDD SHE SAID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Every triangle has three corners, every triangle has three sides: Polly is HORRIFIED, she is no longer carrying “her boyfriend’s babies,” she is now carrying “intra-Blossom spawn”

Cliff trots out the third cousins/“Jane Austen people did this all the time” defense, “Tutankhamun’s mother was also his aunt,” “This is why Alexei had hemophilia”

actually I think Polly and Jason (and Cheryl, and Betty) are second cousins, if they share the same great-grandparents. the number of G’s is the number of cousins

the look on Penelope’s face when she grabbed Betty and tried her last “You’ve made a mistake” move and Betty DOESN’T look taken aback in the least

Jughead at Pop’s after he got some sleep has turned the corner from utter despair to channeling his pain into quips, all is back to normal: “Don’t forget that pesky confession.”

his morbid, defensive flippancy grosses Archie out, as it did in the second episode

Jughead reading the list of his father’s sins aloud, starting to cry

the pervasive blues and greys inside the cell

FP still dressed in his T-shirt and flannel, lounging on his cot like some possibility, some paralyzing tarot card of Jughead’s future

Fifth period is AP English: clearly what cuts deepest for Jug was his father only reading his writing to see what he thought about the murder, TENDER CHILD

FP yells at him! this propels Jughead across the floor! FP stands to join him at the bars! dynamic emoting, blocking!

“I’m sorry I got caught. We done?” is FP’s version of the thing, I don’t even know where it’s from, like a little boy trying to get his dog that he loves to run away from him: “Go! Go on! Get out of here! GET OUT OF HERE YOU STUPID DOG I LOVE.”

the miniscule instant between his father telling him never to come back and him saying “Got it,” Jughead is figuring some SHIT OUT! this boy should be bathed in overcast blue Pacific Northwest lighting all the time, because it makes his astrological beauty marks stand out and his lips look violet like he’s drowned and Jughead should always look a little post-mortem, like a little consumptive, a little ill. The Ring had really good cinematography, okay

the frankly Ingmar Bergman shot of FP bearing down on Jughead with the prison bar perfectly bisecting his face

Kevin coming through at Joaquin’s interrogation! already better at this than his dad!

Jason LITERALLY wore that all-white outfit for his “running through the woods tf out of here” errand, Jesus, the Blossoms

Kevin, choking back tears: “You. Are a criminal.” yeah, you knew this, Kev

Jughead doubts it: THANK YOU, JUGHEAD IS FINALLY TALKING TO BETTY AGAIN FOR REAL, THANK GOD, HOLY GOD LET’S ALL GET BACK TOGETHER HERE GUYS

good JESUS Mustang’s corpse covered in like infected needle marks and shit???? but we can’t say “abortion” in this time slot???

unexpected touching moment of Archie starting to cry in his dad’s truck, overwhelmed by the awfulness of seeing a dead body, a local motel

honestly it’s about time Hermione Lodge dramatically collapsed into tears

Sixth Period is Intro to Film: OH YOU KNOW JOAQUIN’S ON A BUS TO SAN JUNIPERO

Gay.: nice kiss too boys!!!!!! Joaquin is getting out of town before FP has him killed from prison

Cheryl’s pins: the brooch clasped at Penelope’s throat over her deep purple blouse is old school

Cheryl’s hair: the perfect coil of red hair over her left shoulder is BACK

something about Cheryl calling them “mommy” and “daddy” and “Jay-Jay” is like so self-aware-ed-ly infantilizing and treading-on-glass and pretending there’s like a status quo to the hierarchy of their family and it’s how careful Cheryl has to be navigating her house and how she like adores her Blossomity yet fears the Blossoms, YOU KNOW? CHERYL? GOD?

Penelope is going to dissociate at this fireplace until she is forced out of it

uuummmmnnnnn honestly when Penelope purred “So many questions, Cheryl,” I thought Cheryl was officially going to be killed

I missed you, Murder Board

Penelope hauling Cheryl out in the squelchy mud to the big red barn, speaking of The Ring

“The police found another dead body.” “Okay, maybe not that.”

okay, so FP told Joaquin to leave for his own safety from...other people. turns out FP is kind of decent

I’ve seen Brick like thirty times: there are officially tears of overstimulating in Jughead’s eyes as their flashlight beams all highlight “Jason”

Jughead has moved on to the “acceptance” stage of processing his father’s guilt, which in turn cements Betty’s doubt into refusal

“Betty, this is weird.” no, this is PERFECT

Veronica is confused but game, Jughead looks politely interested

Summer + Blair = Veronica: Veronica, chiming in: “Or my Mont Blanc.”

the Blossom corpse: Sad Breakfast Club were some nervous children watching the snuff tape, but I’m willing to be they were not as nervous AS ME WATCHING THEM WATCH THE SNUFF TAPE, SPEAKING OF THE RING

I also like the in-character blocking of the way they sat and took it in: Veronica leans forward, Archie and Betty are very still, Jughead has his hands steepled in front of his mouth, Betty’s eyes water

Veronica, again the Queen of Bedside Empathy, finally bursts her dam and starts to cry, Archie puts his hand on Jughead’s shoulder in soft bro comfort

I’m writing a scene where it’s gay.: BETTY TELLS CHERYL THE PHONE CALLS ARE COMING FROM INSIDE HER HOUSE

I WAS ONE TENSE BITCH WHILE CHERYL WALKED DOWN HER STAIRCASE

Riverdale absolutely delivered with the extreme close-up of Cheryl’s Realizing Eyes, like the extreme close-up of Betty’s Realizing Eyes at Homecoming, her spidery black mascara and pink smokey eye, the single tear

Cheryl FOR REAL descends this staircase like the most tragic betrayed princess, like a Tudor queen, walking to her death, of all time, ever, if only Jughead could see this

Mother and Father are apparently eating salad and rolls without her

there are truly no words to totally encompass the magnanimous drama, the scope, the lurid horrifying beauty, the undiluted essence of Riverdale, Riverdale in one cosmic blip, one instant of true art grasped from the void that is Cheryl standing at her mother’s side and saying “You did a bad thing, daddy.”

more surprising to me than the fact that Clifford did it is the fact that Penelope didn’t know

LOL turns out FP was being a great father all along! but he was doing it in the most FP way possible!!!!! by going to prison LOLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!

was Clifford Blossom going to SHOOT JUGHEAD IN THE FACE? aiight, you’d have to find him first, dude

“My dad was protecting me from a monster.”

WHAT IS JUGHEAD SAYING TO SHERIFF KELLER, TELL ME

Mary Andrews picks up her bag and walks out into the mist like the priest at the end of The Exorcist

the TOTEMIC MASTERPIECE of Penelope and Cheryl, mother and daughter, at their staggered heights, pointing simultaneously towards the fucking barn

“Damn good coffee”: Clifford committed suicide old school, like Penelope’s brooch, he didn’t shoot himself in the mouth, okay, he hanged himself on a barrel full of syrup & drugs. RIP the OG Riverdale gangster

NEXT WEEK: Archie punches the snow!!!!!!!!!

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What to Wear in Egypt? 23 Egypt Outfit Ideas – Travel Style

What to wear in Egypt. Sometimes you may be concerned about what to wear when you are visiting a foreign country. Especially when your intentions are to experience different ways of living and have fun there without disrespecting the land or offending anyone.

Have you ever wondered what are the essential things to include in your luggage when you are traveling to Egypt? Worried about what to wear there? Is it safe?  If Egypt is on your bucket list, here’s your guide on what to wear in Egypt depending on the Egyptian culture, various places, and the climate, and where to spend your time there.

What Outfits To Pack For Egypt

↓ 23 – What To Wear To The Pyramids?

Your decision of traveling to a foreign country that has diverse culture and history than yours is always competitive and making you uncertain. It’s worthwhile when you are visiting the world’s wonder there, The Great Pyramids of Giza, one of the oldest wonders built on earth which constructed between 2580-2560 BC. You can wear a soft turtleneck mix-stripe fluid ribbed-knit sweater and wide leg beige trousers for a subtle look. In order to prevent your hair from intertwining with the grains of sand in a windy day, make it into a bun. You can add to your outfit these flimsy hoop gold earrings, and this fancy belt. I guarantee you will take the most aesthetic pictures of yourself with your ancient fellow. If you’re a travel enthusiast, you might enjoy our earlier post on 27 Best Winter Travel Outfits for Women That Are Trending these Days.

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↓ 22 – Can You Wear Crop Tops In Egypt?

Many people are curious about whether Egypt is safe after the Arab spring events and political propaganda. It’s completely normal to be concerned since the publicity of the issue given by the media convinced numerous people that the middle east is a dangerous place for decades. Egypt is safe, don’t let anything discourage you from visiting such a majestic place, but you better come with a tourist group. You can wear wide leg baggy print pants with a tank crop top. Yes, you can wear a crop top and it’s more acceptable to wear it in Hurghada and Sharm El-Shiekh.

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↓ 21 – What To Wear In Egypt In December

One of the false beliefs some people hold is that Egypt is a large desert that has dust storms and intolerable temperature. The same view goes for the Arabian Gulf which is untrue, too. Egypt has many places to visit, not just the Pyramids. There are cities and civilized places for leisure activities. You can book a five-stars hotel room, shop in large chic malls or walk in downtown and Korba to witness the western architectures built back in the time of colonization. You can wear leather boots and a yellow top tucked into a high-waisted light wash jeans. A big yes to this brown cotton coat and delicate bronze watch, necklace and silver bracelet.

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↓ 20 – For the Yacht Ride 

Are you planning for a yacht ride in Sharm El-Sheikh or Hurghada? You can chill out having a ride on the red sea, enjoying the strong smell of salty water and tidal surges. For lightweight and soft garments on your body, try on a slim-fit wide boat neck black cotton crop top that adds a hint of retro appeal. A high-waisted flared stripe paper bag pants with slippers would provide you an elegant look. Keep your hair loose to let the fresh air play with it. Here are Women’s Outfits for Airport & 15 Ways to Travel Like a Celebrity.

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↓ 19 – You Will Look Cute On The Beach.

Try wide waistband black pants with a tight crop white top and silver slippers. This exquisite outfit would fit on the beach when you head to the beach bar to drink juices and have your meal after changing your swimming suit.

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↓ 18 – Elegant Outfit For Luxor Trip

You will miss out the most charming places in Egypt if you don’t have a tour in Luxor and Aswan where the major majestic archaeological sites of ancient Egypt exist. You have to moisturize your skin often with a suncream, wear your sunglass, and hat because Luxor turns like a furnace in summer. The old classic color of this wide-leg bold red jumpsuit would harmonize with the golden sunlight and sand, and the baby blue sky. This will provide you perfect bright lightning to your pictures with high quality. You can opt for the one made of lightweight cotton to make you less sweaty. Any sneakers are highly recommended instead of heels or sandals. 

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↓ 17 – Stick To The Casual Look.

When you are in Egypt you get to wear casuals more often. If you are wishing for spending your time to explore malls and stores to shop new stuff and gifts, you have to dress in casual. There are prevalent western branches of famous brands like Zara, H&M, Victoria Secrets etc. You can also find fashionable local stores with lower prices stuck on their clothing tags. A colorful turtleneck medium strip pullover folded into dark wash denim jeans is my favorite to suggest you since Egypt can be cold in December and January. You can substitute the ankle high-heel boots for sneakers to play the trampoline or walk for hours comfortably.

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↓ 16 – What To Pack For Nile Cruise

You ain’t going nowhere out of Cairo or Aswan until you witness the magical beauty of the Nile river. You can have dinner by the river or you can take a felucca ride on the Nile while watching the sunset. Yellow is the color of this season, thus I am suggesting it frequently in my articles. You can wear such a simple outfit like these pairs of jeans with a Ceylon yellow sweater and sneakers. In case of a windy day, you have to loop around your neck a plaid black and white scarf. If your ride on the Nile is sailing from Luxor to Aswan, remember to immerse your hands into it to drink directly from its pure water.

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↓ 15 – For An Evening Stroll

If you are partying with your mate at nightfall or you are having a leisurely walk, shove on this wide-leg flowers printed overall with high heels or flat gladiators sandals. You can wear them also on the beach in the summer.

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↓ 14 – You Can Wear A Floral Dress.

You will look enchanting wearing this floral summer dress when you are visiting the most enormous temples and tombs.

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↓ 13 – Wearing Shorts & Skirts In Egypt

Egyptians aren’t extremists and it has nothing to do with Islam, but they stick to their beliefs and traditions. If you are walking alone in shorts or skirt, expect to confront verbal sexual molestation, maybe physical harassment from some men there. Especially if you are walking in chaotic public streets where you can find all different classes, ideologies, and thoughts. I can never minimize the existence of discrimination ― I think it’s a global issue. Also generalizing everything is an action for spreading deception and misinformation. Not all Egyptian men will harm you, but some of them will also protect you. We shall throw blame on the lack of morals and education, not religions. It’s fine to wear them in malls, tourist regions, and restaurants. You will be safer if you have them on when you are touring with your group accompanied by a tour guide. The valley of the Kings is a very hot place, therefore you can wear a burgundy lightweight blouse tucked in a short or a denim jean skirt with a striped cardigan.

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↓ 12 – Your Skin Will Be Happy Wearing This

I will always insist that skirts make us free and comfy. It allows all the air to flow in, unlike trousers. Achieve your bucket list contently wearing a maxi tiered white skirt and emerald green shirt with lace-up sandals.

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↓ 11 – The BestDresss For The Nubian Village

The Nubian Village is the most magical and cherished site you would ever travel to. You won’t see anywhere such a colorful aesthetic place in Egypt. Moreover, the unconditional kindness of the Nubian people will leave you flabbergasted. You can wear a sleeves black top folded in a below knee yoke-waist skirt with a scarf and flat strappy sandals. You will look gorgeous.

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↓ 10 – T-shirts Are The Most Common.

You will find vast the majority of Muslims and Christians Egyptians are conservative and likely dressed modestly and smartly. T-shirts and Trousers are the most common dress, however, you will see abundantly both Muslim and Christian women veiled through wearing abayas. You may enjoy your free time reading Egyptian English magazines like Horse Time, Ancient Egypt Magazine during sipping your favorite coffee. You can have on a crew neck grey T-shirt tucked into high-waisted white pants. Be cautious about leaving your hotel not wearing white in a windy day filled with dusty air. Any color is preferable than white, especially for your footwear because it won’t last clean longer at some muddy places in Cairo. This cowboy hat will protect you from the burning sun and heat. Here are 20 Cute Summer Travelling Outfits for Women.

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↓ 9 – Try On An Abaya When You Are Visiting A Mosque.

You need to visit barefoot a mosque once in your life to witness the great calmness and the majesty it has, and its incredible prominent Islamic architecture. Mosques in Egypt will give you goosebumps, chiefly, the old ones built back in the golden age of Islam like Mosque of Amr Ibn Al-As and Mosque of Muhammad Ali. They will mind you get in there unless you are dressed modestly and you aren’t showing much skin. What about trying something new? You can find this cheap cotton abaya and other styles in souvenir shops. Show respect through covering your hair with a scarf like how Princess Diana did when she visited Al-Azhar.

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↓ 8 – Wear What An Egyptian Teenager Would

Female Egyptian Teenagers wear casuals, mostly jeans. Try a light brown T-shirt and black skinny pants with a jean jacket.

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↓ 7 – What To Wear for Safari In Egypt

You can have an expeditious trip in Egypt driving a beach buggy and going wild through doing safari. Try on this black ripped pants, black shirt, and an olive quilted jacket. These colors wouldn’t make the dust on the garments observable. The fixed rule is to don’t wear anything other than sneakers, otherwise, you will stumble wearing heels or have the sand stuck to your toes through sandals.

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↓ 6 – A Silk Dress

Feel free to knock around wearing a yellowish silk dress and wedge heel sandals with your partner to explore the crowded famous market.

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↓ 5 – Dress Code In Egypt Hotels

There are many western cafes and restaurants in Egypt like Starbucks, Durkin’ Donuts, Paul, Panda express and Cinnabon etc. You will find also local cafes established on the Egyptian style. You can try some Egyptian courses like Koshary, stuffed squash, and Falafel. There are Asian restaurants where you can order Ramen, Sushi or Biriyani and more. T-shirts and blouses are very common to wear in summer. Try to respect the places and people through being sweet, polite and wearing modest clothes like a jean jacket or a cardigan over your cut top. In winter, you can wear a crew neck black pullover with these ripped jeans and a medium size crossbody bag. Don’t miss out these 15 Best Walking Shoes for Europe Trip & Travel Style shoes.

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↓ 4 – A Nice And Appropriate Outfit for Riding A Camel

If you are planning for riding a camel or a horse, note that their back is stiff so wearing a skirt will be hella uncomfortable. Wear a white shirt with wide-leg cotton trousers.

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↓ 3 – A Lovely Outfit To Wear When You Are Visiting Khan Al-Khalili

You have to wear simple clothes as much as possible and don’t exaggerate your look. You can wear a white T-shirt and flared pants with a cardigan.

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↓ 2 – Best Time To Travel to Egypt & Best Outfit To Wear

If you can’t bear the heat, you better book your flying ticket from November-March when the temperature is cooler. It doesn’t rain frequently in Egypt, but the rain falls heavily when it’s the right time for the clouds to break their water. Cairo is more fun and joyous in winter while Hurghada and Sharm El-Sheikh in summer. I am assured you aren’t the only foreigner, but the majority visit Egypt to spend Christmas there. By that time you can wear this striped red and white shirt and dark wash denim jeans. Most of us forget or skip belts for their outfits, although wearing one adds an extra smart look. Bring your jacket because it gets cold more at night and a pastel pink satchel bag.

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Take the experience of crossing the desert to witness the temple that got buried under the water but survived, Abu Simbel. You get to wear a high-low dotted dress with wedge sandals.

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↓ 1 – What Shoes To Wear In Egypt

Now coming towards the shoes, you obviously need to pack at least one pair of sneakers for days when you’ll be walking a lot. We recommend some light and breathable sneakers like the Vivobarefoot Women’s Ultra 3 Watersports Walking Shoes that you can get here for as low as $ 60. Other than that, you should have some sandals (you could go with gold colored gladiator sandals if you want some Egyptian vibes) and lightweight flip flops for the beach.

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Trust Me—Buy This  is a monthly series where our market editor, Nicole Eshaghpour , makes her favorite real-life fashion finds shoppable for Who What Wear readers. In case you’re new to this, today I’ll be rounding up some of my favorite pieces of late but with more of a personal spin than your usual shopping story because it focuses on what I’m actually wearing in real life—not just eyeing on the internet . However, this is a very special story because it focuses on the items in my wardrobe that I use more than anything else I own: my basics. By now, you should know that despite loving a statement piece here and there, I describe my day-to-day style as simple , so you can imagine how seriously I take the essentials like my T-shirts, jeans, sandals, and more. Are you ready to learn what made the cut? Just keep scrolling to see, read about, and shop my absolute favorite basics of all time. Whether it's to work, for nights out, or while traveling, I rarely go more than a couple of days without wearing this black denim jacket. If you're looking for the perfect, polished black blazer that's interesting but not overly trendy, this is it.  I invested in this biker jacket a few years ago, and I'm so happy I did. It gets better with time as I wear it more and more, and I always have a million uses for it. At 5'2", anything cropped is pretty much normal length on me, and this sweatshirt from Cotton Citizen is the perfect everyday outfit addition. If you're looking for a super-simple, affordable white tee, this is it. It has a boxy cut that's classic and tucks well into jeans. The three-quarter sleeve and thick material of this top give it an almost dressy vibe, so I get a lot of use out of it at night.  I have an old Reformation bodysuit that's very similar to this that's perfect for wearing with midi skirts. It's super tight so it gives a really polished feel.  This tee is also 100% cotton, but has a softer feel than the Hanes one and a more relaxed, vintage-inspired look. I wear this turtleneck both layered and on its own all the time. It's thin enough to wear under anything but also thick enough that you don't feel weird wearing it alone.  This mock-neck top is perfect in white because it's not see-through but also not super thick.  You know how black T-shirts always fade to gray? This one doesn't. I also love the material because it's 50% modal, so it has a nice tight fit for tucking in. In the summer, I wear this tank with jeans almost every weekend. I love these jeans so much, I have two pairs. One was hemmed shorter to wear with sneakers and sandals (seen here), and one a little longer to pair better with boots (seen here).  Yes, I have them in this faded black too, which brings the total to three pairs of these exact jeans. These leather pants are the perfect swap in for jeans when you want to make a little more of a statement with your outfit. After minorly tapering the leg of these (since I'm on the shorter side the flare looked a little exaggerated on me), they became my go-to "dressy" jeans. You know when you probably shouldn't wear jeans to something but really want to so you need a pair that's definitely not distressed and especially nice? That's these for me. I even wore them to my rehearsal dinner!  These jeans also have a nice dark shade to them that makes them good for wearing at night but also an everyday option. I have an old pair of leather pants from H&M that I bought over four years ago and are very similar to these. They're the perfect cut and fit just like jeans, so they're a no-brainer to style.  One of my latest (and greatest) buys are these perfectly minimalist heeled sandals from Aquazzura. They go with pretty much any dress or evening outfit. This is similar to the color of my favorite sneakers—my Air Max 97s—and I highly recommend getting them before they're gone. I love how comfortable they are, the little bit of added height, and how the metallic color scheme goes with everything.   These comfortable and classic Manolos (that I stole from my mother) are my go-to pumps. I have these in black (though I'm starting to think I need this new color, too) and I think I wore them six out of seven days a week last summer. They're so flattering and comfortable. These simple Western boots are also hands down the most comfortable shoes I own. They have some kind of cushion at the ball of your foot that feels like a pillow. Another recent buy, these block heels are comfortable enough to wear all day but also high enough to serve as a good shoe for night. I love how they're basic but still interesting. Up next? The simple street style looks I'll be copying this season.