#guess who looked in her inbox and realized i did an oops again

[carefreemonk]

Lucius had chased after his opponent in the first round, but he had certainly not forgotten his last. When he returns, he bows to the other, holding out the candies he had gotten through his ordered betrayal. “Um… I hope that my choice made your evening better, but I… don’t want to take your candies away from you, so…!”

Even if he doesn’t want them back, Lucius figured it was worth a try.

A chuckle meets the other monk's trepidation.

Gently,

oh so gently, the monk places a hand on the ones presented him, and curls closed the other's fingers over the proffered candy.

“Oh, you’ve made my evening much, much better! I give you my word on that. But, ah, as for the candies… In truth, I am not particularly fond of sweets. Perhaps some of the other less fortunate participants might better enjoy such treats…?”

It’s Azama’s turn to bow.

“I do thank you though, from the bottom of my heart. And, know you are no villain for indulging my selfish request! Is it really a betrayal, after all, if I’m the one who requested it in the first place?”

Ah, well… It won’t fix the earlier remainder of the evening, but at least he’ll sleep lighter tonight, he figures. 

(Hah! Who’s he kidding. He’s always apt to sleep like a baby!)

“… I hope to see you again, my good friend! Over tea, perhaps~? Take care now~!” And with a wink, and a spring in his step no less, he takes his leave.

[respectthepetty]

I'm gracing you inbox again, Pet, because I saw colours and of course thought of you...

Ploy's Yearbook finished this week and whilst I don't think it was necessarily colour-coded (there are a lot of characters and I didn't put much effort into tracking visual patterns) I wanted to share this moment of deliciousness at the end:

Do you see it? I'm sure you see it... (the blinding light of yellow love and the deep purple and the piiiiiiink 😍).

Anyway, the series was a generally okay het offering which mostly showed that the women at GMMTV need more opportunities to shine. But what it did do very well was the period representation (like, actual talk of bleeding), Joong looking like a whole-ass meal in the last scene (seriously, I think you'll want to go see that, it's a bit too blurry to screenshot), and the woman popping the question for once! (oops 🤭 spoilers, I guess).

#I wish there was a way of adding tags to an ask #so that I could leave a sort of post script ramble #maybe this will have to do #there isn't really any point to this ask #just that I wanted to say hi and that I thought of you #💛💙

*warning* This is going to turn into a

Cupid's Last Wish Appreciation Post

"Do you see it? I'm sure you see it…"

I thought twice about using the above image because it comes across a bit hostile, but any chance I get to insert a Big Dragon moment into the conversation, I'm taking it! Also . . .

Hopefully, we ALLLLLL see that pink = 💕love💕even when it's for the het couple (when the only het couple I've ever cheered for was this one, which oddly enough, also included Namtan).

So maybe I'm just really rooting for Namtan and the other ladies because I'm already seated for her and Film to hit me with that Blinding Light of Love in Pluto.

You already know that I agree with you that GMMTV underutilizes its women, but since I gave Namtan some love, let me turn to Earth while I give some love to Cupid's Last Wish for having good period-rep as Korn clutched every kind of tampon and pad

For his body-swapping not-yet-boyfriend!

And not only did the man buy all the pads and tampons, he bought pain relievers and chocolate based on the staff's recommendations. THEN, he gave his guy a warm water bottle to help with his cramps and held him all night!

And that as AFTER he hugged his man when he was having a breakdown about his body betraying him.

Not only did Korn exhibit the highest level of emotional intelligence every second of that show, in this specific moment, he stopped the vehicle, asked Win what was wrong, and actually took in what Win was saying without dismissing it. Then, he got out of the car, went around to hug Win properly, apologized, and waited until Win hugged him back.

I have my grudges against this show (THAT DAMN MOTHER!!!!!), but Korn was the greenest of all green flags and the way he handled his future boyfriend's period should be held up as the standard.

But one of the writers of the show was Pong who also wrote the screenplay for Cooking Crush and Only Boo! which are two shows I think epitomize care and comfort between partners.

So now that I've gone on a tangent about partners actively taking care of each other, I hope you are enjoying seeing your flowers growing and not stressing too much over things beyond your control. I also want to let you know that I thought of you when I realized Domundi played me and instead of giving me a Pink Person in Your Sky, gave me a Yellow Yal, so I'm getting another Blue x Yellow pair.

But for some *reason*, I'm less petty about it.

I hope you find comfort in that. 💙💛

[dokifluffs]

Babysitting | Kageyama Tobio

Pairing: Kageyama X Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: fluff

Request: “Can i request kageyama x reader (imagine) You and kageyama are visiting kiyoko and tanaka’s house and babysitting their child thankss” - anonnie

Author’s Note: i freaking deleted this by accident akjsdadsadsb so i had to repost and rewrite the end again akjdhksdh but thank you for requesting (req was made while my inbox was opened. it’s now closedd) 

He thought nothing of it when you told him that you promised the Tanaka’s that you would be babysitting their son for the night

getting there, you and shining hugged, her perfume sweet in your nose

“Ah, thank you, Y/N, Kageyama. I hope we didn’t ruin any plans or anything,” she stood politely at the entrance as the two of you slipped off your shoes

“It’s nothing, really. Plus you two deserve a break, have a nice night out.”

With that being said, Shimizu and Ryu were off to their date night

“He keeps staring at me.” Kageyama stared back, his brows creased as he stared back to the child, his small eyes looking up to the bigger man sitting cross legged before him

“I guess he likes you, kags,” you laughed peeking your head around his to see S/N staring, not even paying you any attention

Shimizu had told you that S/N was already fed so really the most you would have to do would be to take care of him, change diapers, and put him to bed in just a few hours

S/N sat in his little chair that helped him walk but he stood still where he was, just staring into kageyama’s eyes soul

“But how? We’ve never met before.” Kageyama said this yet didn’t even dare to break his eyes away from the little boy

But then he began to reach his hands out, making little grabby hands towards kageyama, bumping his little cart with his little toys jingling until the cart bumped Ito kags’ legs

“W-what’s he doing?” the awkward man was suddenly flustered, leaning back into his other hand as the baby began to babble

“He wants to be held,” you laughed as you stood from your seat, walking around Kageyama to the little one. “Isn’t that right, S/N?” You cooed but as you tried to scoop him up into your arms, he whined loudly, rejecting you

“Wow, he really wants you.” You felt the tiniest bit of betrayal since he had never done that to you before

The little one with his dark fuzzy hair reached out and pouted with his chubby cheeks puffed out, looking to Kageyama

“What should I do?” He looked awkwardly as this was his first time babysitting

Kids usually didn’t really click with him

They often found him quite intimidating with his stoic features on his face, his eyes unreadable

“Pick him up.” You knelt down and took his hands into yours. “Put your hand here and here and just carefully lift him up.”

He slowly lifted the baby boy in his hold, the distress on the little one’s face disappearing now that the one he wanted was holding him

You smiled seeing a child Kageyama was all to hold without them crying their eyes out

When you first met and took care of S/N, he was pretty quiet as you assumed most newborns were, taking in all the new information and sights into their little minds

Shimizu had told you S/N was surprisingly quiet, not really too fussy. He watched intently and stared as people talked as if he knew what they were saying

The little boy’s feet dangled as kageyama held him at an arm’s distance, staring like a doll, creeping out kageyama just the slightest

“You should lower him so he can stand on your leg, kags, or hold him to your body instead of just holding him like that,” you suggested, sneaking a picture of kageyama holding a baby for the first time

“O-oh.” He lowered the child, his tiny feet taking tiny steps as S/N did his best to stand but kageyama ultimately sat him down on his thigh

“Alright how about some TV?” You stood from your seat and switched on the tv, surfing the channels to find the children’s channel

Kageyama sat with his back straight, one hand resting on S/N’s back, the other resting on his other leg as he watched you look through the shows

Glancing down, he was met with S/N sitting there, staring up with his big eyes up to the setter

He was frozen in a staring match with the young one, not sure what else to do - everything about tonight was unexplored territory for kageyama

Blinking first, S/N, looked away, looking around the room to find you

He lost his balance and slid off Kageyama’s leg and right into the little opening in his crossed legs

“Oops.” Kageyama began to lift the little boy out from where he sat only for him to begin pouting, his minuscule hands, compared to the setter’s, pushing him away

“Okay then,” he gave in and rested his hands back on his own legs, peering down to the little boy who sat so still

“Alright, here we- pffhahaha awwww,” you burst into laughter, your heart swelling twice the size seeing kageyama and S/N sitting together

“I have to send a picture to Shimizu, hold on,” you disappeared to the kitchen and dug for your phone through your jacket pockets

Meanwhile

The two boys’ attentions were locked on the tv

They watched the rainbow character as they stood between a fork in the path

“Which way should we go?” The character asked, staring into the tv as if staring into the eyes of watchers

“Pff, this is so childish,” He scoffed to himself. “The red path, go right.” He mumbled to himself

Answering this himself, he felt a wave of pride wash over him hearing the character compliment on how smart he was by correcting the right path to go down

Returning, you knelt down beside the tv but your heart nearly exploded again

S/N leaned his head onto Kageyama’s thigh, his cheek squishing his face as he groggily watched the television, comfortable with his spot

You gathered yourself the best you could and steadied your phone, capturing the sweet moment

For the rest of the night, the three of you sat in the living room and watched tv until your phone timer went off

It was time to tuck S/N in for the night

You peeked down from where you sat on the plush leathery couch

“Kags,” you caught his attention, taking his eyes off the screen for the first time since you turned it on

“Hm?”

“We have to put him to bed. Look,” you pointed

He slowly leaned forward and peered down to find the little one dozed off against his leg

He didn’t even realize he had fallen asleep ever since he rest his head on his leg

“Pick him up carefully,” your voice quiet as you guided him 

he cradled the baby carefully, his small hands holding into the setter’s shirt as the two of you went upstairs 

he followed you to his bedroom, setting him down in his crib 

you couldn’t help but feel the bubbles in your chest seeing the kageyama with a child

it even made you wonder what he would be like as a parent himself one day

~~~~~ Thanks for reading! Masterlist for more! Please do not repost anywhere else!

Tags (let me know if you wanna be tagged for all my haikyuu posts): @yams046  @mazey-chan  @sunboikyo00  @kara-grayson04​  @fortheloveofbakugo​ @tsumtsumsemi​ @osamuonigiri @sam-ate-giorno​​​ @1-800-wholesome​ @realityisoftendisapointing@plantisnotplant @k-eijiakaashi​ @pink-panda-pancakes​ @differentballooncollection​ @osamusamusamu@therainroguefanfiction​ @euphorihan @turquoiselace​

[muffindaddystyles]

dark academia

Note: This's from my "choose an aesthetic and I'll do a harry writing on it." challenge. It's still open. You can inbox me your favourite ones!!!

P.S: It's kinda sentimental and awfully soft full of fluff gave me a bit sinking feeling :( 

TW MENTIONS OF DEATH.

💛

Blood-Rays of setting sun like a pearl shining upon the ocean slants through the slabs on the oak desk Y/N's sitting at studying for her mid-terms. It's Autumn. The library smells of dry lavenders and every often an aroma of biscuits pooled in butter whiffs under her nose as the librarian sitting infront of the stony fire-place relishing onto the treats petting her cat along.

She's drowned into a baggy london's fog grey coloured sweater tucked into taupe pleated skirts and her hair tressed back into a ribbon.

The world around seems cosy and warm to her as the voices billowed to mere soft hushes of rustling leaves, she almost forgot there are people around her when a pair of strong arms came wrapping around her shoulders hugging her ever tight she was never embraced this goodly before, "oof who're you?" She whispers comically akward as he has her face squished into his neck.

"Oops, wrong timeline, love." Meet Harry. He just came here to meet his girlfriend and just realized that they're not dating yet. He has time traveled to her first year of UNI and she might seems a bit off from all the bustle in her life.

He shies away when she doesn't get him and raises her brows in questioning. He's still in awe that in every era she looked beautiful.

"Mhm . . .uhm should go, take it as a free hug from me!" He spins around quickly to scramble away from her due to the embarrassment he caused to himself and not to let her show how flustered he's in her presence.

"Wait!!" She whisper yells following him and stopping him by putting her hand on his shoulder, "Would you like a cuppa of coffee, tea perhaps?" Books in her arms and a tote bag hanging at side.

"Then you could explain me your free hug policy too." His bunny nose twitched and he nods grinning. He looks so snuggly and warm — and all the words Y/N describes as a patchy cottage in the sandalwood forest.

//

"Ah! the chances of me not dying virgin seems less to me now." She jokes when Harry told her he's her boyfriend in future and her heart did a lil dance of having someone this gorgeous, "You're beautiful, candyeyed." He assures her when she thought there were faults in her that nobody seemed to be attracted to her.

Is it the pet name he calls her? She likes it.

"So . . .? You love me then, Harry?" She stirs the tea spoon not meeting his gaze and something hits her hard, swallowing her whole when his sincere voice melted in her ears.

"'Course, love you so much." She frowns taking in the tears at his bayline and it makes her stroke his knuckles, asking him in genuine concern.

"You alright?" He shakes his head sniffling the sentiments back and quickly speaks seeing his hand disappear from under her, "gotta go, bye -bye."

"Will you come to meet me, again?" She rushes and he smiles giving her a flying kiss with puckering lips, "Always candyeyed, always."

//

"You're telling me that my future self wrote letters to me present self?" She gasps with a slack jaw and Harry bobs his head happily, leaning away from the book shelf in her room to walk towards her flopping beside her.

"That's exciting and scary at the same time." She quips with a sigh snuggling to his side and when glances up he's already gazing down at her in utter fondness, "nope, you're gonna do so good." He runs his thumb over her shoulder blades and she almost melted into his touch.

"I'm so proud of you."

"Can I kiss you, my love?" She nods without taking her eyes away from him and they slip shut when Harry cupped the back of her neck bringing her closer to put his plushie mouth on her's and kiss her with reverent that nourishes in his heart everytime he sees her, it'll never die.

When she sees him vanishing she kisses him harder, "don't go this early, will miss you." He showers her in pecks promising her that he'll come to meet her to the day he's alive.

//

"What you mean to say's that I'll die? Is that soon?" Her voice wavers and Harry cuddles her closer to his chest to comfort her. Maybe, it was a bad idea telling her the truth. Indeed it was when soft sniffles and hiccups emitted from her.

"Don't cry baby. It hurts me awful." He sponges lil kisses to the dip of her neck, pinching his breath in his throat to stop himself from crying. He misses her terribly and the bed feels cold without her being in his arms.

"'M just frightened 'n, 'n I don't want to leave you." She sobs. She's a sensitive person. But, who wouldn't cry knowing they'll die early than their 60's or whatever. To divert her attention he shines light upon more beautiful moments.

"We've a gorgeous lil baby boy and he just said his first word! Wanna know what it's?" He chirps and she nods wiping her nose with the sleeve of her sweater, "Mama!!" It makes her inners bursts. She couldn't fathom in million years that she'd be this lucky.

"He's a mama boy then." She giggles but Harry's silence halts her and it all dawns upon her. Too late as Harry lets out ugly sobs from his lungs and it wells up her eyes too, "'m sure you're gonna a good daddy, Harry." He calms himself cupping her cheeks and tilts his chin to kiss her lips.

"I love you so much. Our baby bambi loves you so much." He lays them back under the blankets cuddling her to him and she smiles wet-ly cheek smushed over his chest as she admires him, "Guess his name?"

"Tove?" She asks with a glint of happiness, "Absolutely! I call him tovie-dovie." Their heartbeats in melancholy and sync.

"Tell him, I love him so much."

"Every day, baby. Every day."

//

She writes letters to their baby boy daily, not letting him think that he'll be forlorn of his mother's love. Special ones for his birthday's and flowers tucked in each envelope with a message of kindness and love.

//

She was bringing her tea from the kitchen to her room when she hears thump of footsteps outside it doesn't startle her anymore. Harry keeps on coming and going many times, his visits are frequent now even if they're for some hours. He teases her that she'll forget about him after meeting the one with her present timeline and she always kisses him affectionately with a murmur, "Doesn't matter all Harry's belongs to me."

The cup falls on the carpet and it leaves the stain but she doesn't care as harry stands infront of her with a boy who looks exactly like her and got mellowness of hazel in his irirses, he looks upto his father at the visible shock they influenced her and Harry just cooes at him.

"C'mon bubba mama's waiting to cuddle ye' up." He pats his head and urges him forward. His smile bright as Y/N hunches on her knees and opens her arms to embrace her darling, "Mama!" He toddles excitedly to her and it made her cry more.

The moment he was in her arms she knew nothing mattered anymore and it was worth dying for this bundle of joy in her arms, "Mama." He again babbles caressing his face against her cheek as she hugged him for dear life.

"Tovie turned two and he time travels too." Harry explains and god knows how much effort harry put in to teleport them together at the same timeline.

"Yes, my love, my dear life 'm your mama. I love you so much bubby." She smacks loud kisses all over his soft baby face and he giggles at the top of his chest stopping her. "Happy birthday, Tovis, how bout we celebrate!?" She just kept on kissing her baby knowing that she wouldn't be able to do it after he'll born.

"Love you mama." The poor bug wanted to say this loud for so long.

"Me to bubby, me too."

Harry swipes them two in a big blankety hug and anoggles them tightly to his chest making them laugh terribly loud, "Me too!!" He squeaks cheekily smothering them in kisses and they think they'll figure out how to find happiness.

[herohotline]

omg can you please do a hawks x pro hero! reader where they get partnered up for something and she's just cold and finds him extremely annoying,, one day they're just patrolling or something and he makes a joke and she SLIGHTLY smiles and hawks sees this and his heart just goes 📈📈📈,, maybe it ends with her patting his wings "oh? theyre soft" and hawks just nosebleeds lmao,, please and thank you 💞

A/N: weak for him... also wanted to write for someone other than aizawa lmao my inbox is full of him. I also made the reader tall in this fic because I thought it fit, so the reader is about 6′0 in height. small readers, just pretend ur tall, u already do it anyway. 

Also, tbh, this prompt kind of strayed. I still hope you like it! ---

It’s The Chicken Wings For Me (Hawks x GN!Reader)

---

Keigo Takami- otherwise known as Hawks to the general public and basically everyone else he knew. The man didn’t give his name out to just anybody besides a select few- the only reason you knew his name is because you frequently worked with the guy since you were both hired by the Public Safety Commission. 

Just because you happened to know his name and work with him doesn’t mean you like him, though. 

He was cocky, purposefully arrogant (because you knew how smart he actually was), and way too comfortable, in your opinion. Each time the Commission teamed you up with him, you had a habit of making a stink. You’d think that the Commission would be annoyed by your complaints and make them stop by just Not Pairing You Together like you wanted, but no. The two of you, unfortunately, make a good team, despite your lack of chemistry. 

So you just have to put up with him and his aggravating attitude. 

---

Keigo knows that you hate him. 

Hate- that’s a strong word. You don’t really hate him, you just hate putting up with him. To be fair, Keigo doesn’t make it very easy for you. He acts like a little brat, honestly- he pokes and prods you that much more because he knows you don’t like it. He thrives off your clipped comments and agitated glares. 

He doesn’t really know why he likes to bother you. It’s like the kid who pulls on the pigtails of the girl he likes- something like that. 

Today, the two of you are simply out for patrols together. He usually takes off during patrols, cruising in the air to have a broader view of the streets below- but because he’s paired with you, he keeps his feet on the ground, walking by your side as he chats your ear off. 

The two of you almost look goofy together. You’re several inches taller than he is, he has to look up at you to talk to you properly- but with the way you are, you barely even give him the time of day as you refuse to look down at him. The fact you can ignore him so easily because he falls out of your line of vision really makes Keigo work that much harder to earn your attention and frustration.

“But- ah- I’ve really told you a lot about me, haven’t I?” Keigo says suddenly, and he grins up at you as he puts his hands in his pockets. “You should tell me more about you!” 

You scoff and purse your lips, finally offering him a glance as you look down at him. Always so cocky... “I disagree,” you tell him simply. “Sure, you talk a lot, but you don’t even tell me anything about yourself when you do. It’s just a bunch of stories that you happened to be a part of or witnessed, none of it says a thing about you. So, thanks for the invitation, but I’ll pass.” You look back to the road in front of you. “Besides, you should be keeping an eye on our work more than talking.”

His face falls as he sighs, putting his hands in his pockets. “You’re such a downer, ___, and you always see right through me, too!” He throws his head back as he stares up at the sky, his wings twitching just barely. He could fly off, do his job like you said, but... Keigo simply doesn’t want to. “So cold... cold as ice.” 

“Mhmm,” 

“Even colder than Endeavor’s kid! You know, the half and half one.” Keigo holds his chin as he thinks. “So I guess he’s not actually that cold.” 

“Doesn’t one of his other kids have an ice quirk? And his wife?” 

“Oh, you’re right. I forgot.” 

You snort in amusement. “You’re a big fan of his but forgot about his other kids, huh?” 

“I was distracted!”

“By what?”

“You! And your coldness!” 

You actually laugh then, shaking your head and smiling, god forbid. Has Keigo ever seen you smile before? He watches you with wide eyes, his wings once again twitching as he takes you in. “Right,” you roll your eyes at him, your amused smile doing things to him that you don’t even notice, “my coldness. You ever take a guess on why I’m like that around you?”

Keigo grins. “Because I’m insufferable.” 

“Exactly. You should do something about that- hmm?” You’re cut off by something brushing your arm. You had rolled up the sleeves of your suit earlier because of the heat, and when you look down, you see Keigo’s feathers lightly brushing your bare skin. Keigo follows your line of vision and when he realizes, his wing quickly folds back. 

“Oops! My bad.” He laughs casually. You stroke the area where his wing had touched you and hum, lips pursing together. 

“You keep doing that, you know,” you tell him as you look at his wings. “They keep spreading out like that because you aren’t stretching them. Go fly off and tell me if you find anything.” 

“Giving me orders?” He quirks his brow at you. 

“Yes.”

“...” His shoulders sink and he sighs again. “Fine! Fine,” his tone is defeated as he takes a few quick steps away from you, and then his wings spread out as he gives you a cocky smile. “Impressed?” 

“I think it stops looking cool once you get to know the person behind the wings. And after you’ve seen it hundreds of times,” you deadpan. 

“But you admit that it was cool at least once.”

“Sure, fine. Go ahead and try that hard to fish for my compliments.”

“I will, thank you!” Keigo laughs and gives you a salute, and then he takes off into the air. “Don’t miss me too much!”

Your head lifts to watch him, “believe me, I won’t,” you assure him. Keigo just laughs again, and within a second, he’s suddenly gone, only leaving a burst of wind that sends chills down your naked arms behind him. You scoff. 

He totally did that on purpose.

---

By the time your patrol shift is over, you’re officially bored out of your mind. It’s a good thing because it means that no villains had attacked the area and everything was peaceful and safe. You had helped an old lady with her bags and then a few other pedestrians with directions around the city, but other than that, you didn’t really do much besides walk around a lot. You at least treasured the time you had to yourself when Keigo had finally taken off to patrol the city from above. 

You really don’t know why he insists on bugging you. 

Eventually, he comes back when he was bored enough, so the two of you ended your shift together. He asked you where you were headed now that you were clocked off, and you kindly told him to mind his own business. 

“I don’t think that concerns you, chicken boy,” is a very kind way to tell someone to bug off. You could have been worse. 

“Chicken boy, that’s a new one,” he replied, and for once, he actually looked fed up with you. “What about me is like a chicken, anyway? Be honest.” 

You had almost laughed at the opportunity. Instead, you reach out and put a hand on his feathers, lightly petting and putting one between your fingers as you hum. “I don’t know,” you tease, “kinda looks like a chicken to me.” 

Keigo’s nose scrunches in a way you had never seen before as he pulls his wings away from you. “Chickens are white,” he told you. 

“True enough,” you put your hand back at your side. “Chickens can’t fly, either... Their wings aren’t as soft as yours. So with all of that taken into account, it really doesn’t make sense that whenever I look at you, I still just see a scraggly old chicken. Wonder why that is.” 

You had really just been teasing him, trying to get on his nerves like he had so frequently got on yours. His face turned pink, and you thought- yes, finally. I’ve finally done it. 

But then he just smiled, wide, ear to ear. “Just admit it and say you think I’m cute.”

Of course. 

Your face falls as you just stare at him blankly, and his shit-eating grin never leaves. “Where on Earth did you get that from what I said.” 

“Chickens are cute! You don’t think so? I think you do.” 

The bickering never ended, and you didn’t even notice that he continued to follow you until you arrived at the food cart you were planning to eat at. And then the two of you continued to bicker and peck at each other, just like a couple of hens, really- as you ate dinner together. It was truly amazing how stubborn Keigo was to bother you- it almost looked like you were friends to passerby's. But you were definitely not friends, nowhere close. 

He was just a piece of gum on your shoe. Really. 

[guildedlily6]

You Plus Me Equals Soulmates Part 7 (Peter Parker x Reader Soulmate!AU)

Summary: After Peter and Y/N’s fight, Y/N decides she is on a mission to discover Peter’s secret.  Homecoming arrives and this is her chance to work things out with Peter, only he dissapears again.  Will Y/N discover that Peter is Spider-Man?  Will Peter and Y/N work things out?

Author’s Note: Hey so this is going to be the last part to You Plus Me Equals Soulmates :(.  Thank you so much for reading it, though!  For more imagines and fanfics (whether it be fluff, smut, or angst), just send in a request either to my inbox or in a comment.  If you haven’t read the parts before this, you’ll be extremely confused so I suggest you click on the links below.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6

Word Count: 2,617 (it’s a long one oops)

Warning: swearing, angst, some smut, and fluff (again, not really a warning, but whatever.)

--------------------------

I stare at myself in the mirror.

I’m dressed in a long, light blue dress that has an intricate white design near the upper half.

I sit on the edge of my bed and put on the white heels I picked out to match my homecoming dress.  I’ve already gotten my hair and makeup done and have a pair of blue and white earrings in.

The Washington trip and the disastrous elevator accident was 2 weeks ago.  I still have a cast on my wrist and there’s a small scar just above my right eyebrow.

Two weeks since my fight with Peter.  We haven’t really talked since then.  We’ve both been so busy and both hurt by what the other said that day in the hospital.  I miss him.  It’s sort of like my chest feels empty.  However, I still don’t know what to say to Peter.  Whatever he was hiding from me before, he’s continued to keep it a secret.

I’m going to homecoming with Liz, as friends.  After the National Decathlon, we told each other everything that happened and eventually sorted things out.  I’m happy that I have my best friend back, don’t get me wrong, but it isn’t enough to distract me from thinking about Peter.  I mean, Peter and I have to work things out, right?  That day, I had convinced myself that maybe the universe gets things wrong sometimes and we weren’t the ones for each other, but after quite a few sleepless nights, I decided I had to work things out with Peter.

“Oh, Y/N, you look beautiful,” my mom says as she enters my room.  “Liz and her dad just pulled up outside.”

“Okay,” I answer solemnly.  I silently kick myself.  I promised I would try to not be all sad and mopey during homecoming because of my fight with Peter.

“Are you okay?  Are you sure you still want to go?  You know, you really should go-”

“I’m fine, Mom.  Sorry.  I’m great.  Love you.”  I smile encouragingly at her and walk past to go out the front door and get in Liz’s dad’s car.

“Y/N your dress is so pretty!  Are you excited?  I’m a little nervous.  After weeks of planning this, I’m glad everyone finally gets to see what I’ve been working on,” Liz greets me with excitement.

“Thanks, Liz.  Your dress is really nice, too.”  I look towards the driver's seat as the car starts moving.  “Thank you for the ride.”

“It’s no problem,” Liz’s dad says, but that’s not where the sentence ends.  “So I’ve heard about this Peter Parker kid from Liz quite a bit.”

I glance at Liz.  She looks apologetic and opens her mouth to say something, but her dad speaks first.

“I heard he broke Liz’s heart.  Yours too.  Keeping secrets?  That’s rough, I-” “Dad, what are you talking about?”  Liz awkwardly laughs.  “We’re almost to the school.”

Her dad isn’t usually like this.  These are some personal questions.

“Uh… yeah.”  I look out of the window.

“Hm.”  He turns and pulls into the school parking lot.

“Yeah, Peter’s just kind of weird like that, though.  He wasn’t even with us in the elevator when Spider-Man saved us,” Liz explains, trying to break the uncomfortable silence.

Liz’s dad darts his eyes to look at Liz in the car mirror.  “He wasn’t?”  Then, as if he’s had a moment of realization, he says “of course he wasn’t.”

The car comes to a stop and I get out of the car along with Liz.  “Thanks again for the ride.  I’ll call my mom to bring me home.”

“Are you sure about that, I-”

“I’m good, thanks,” I insist before slamming the door closed.  “Why was he acting so weird?  Why so many questions about Peter?  Also, I didn’t know you were sharing Peter and I’s relationship drama with your dad.”

“Yeah sorry.  He asked a lot about the trip after we got back home.  I guess he’s just a concerned parent?”

We walk into the gymnasium.  There’s balloons all over the floor, a few stands set up for snacks, and people already here, chatting underneath the beaming lights.

I can’t help it.  I survey the gym, searching for Peter.  I spot him standing near some chairs near the bleachers, holding a cup and staring into space while Ned babbles on next to him.  I fight back a smile.  I miss them both so much.

“Oh no you are not, Miss Y/L/N,” Liz says, grabbing my hand and pulling me away so I lose sight of Peter.  “You said you wouldn’t focus on Peter tonight.”

“Yeah.  I did.  Don’t you think I should talk to him, though?”  Once again, I search around for Peter.  I make eye contact with a pair of familiar chocolate brown eyes.  For a second, it’s as if the world has completely stopped and something inside me wants nothing more than to make my way over to Peter.

A hand snaps in front of my hand, drawing my attention away.

“Did you listen to a word I just said?”  Liz draws her hand back and glances over to where Peter was.  Her expression softens.  “Look, Y/N.  You should talk to him.  I can see that.  But if your point was to come here to get over him, that’s not the right choice.”

She’s right.

But I can't just get over him.

A minute passes before she's talking to some Junior who was making eyes at her.

I use this chance to escape and make my way to Peter.

“Hey.”

Peter glances up from his phone, a worried l on his face.  It disappears quickly once he sees it’s me.

“Oh.  Hi.”  Peter’s eyes look me up and down.  Butterflies fill my stomach.  “You look gorgeous,” he says, not missing a beat.  “I-I mean you look… uh really… really pretty.”  He blushes.

I smile shyly.  “Thanks.  You look really good, too.”

I look down at my feet for a moment before gaining confidence to speak up. “I’m really sorry about those things I said in the hospital,” we say at the same time.

My eyes widen.  We both look away, embarrassed.

“Oh my god.  Who the hell needs The Notebook when you have this shit,” says Ned, who’s been watching us the whole time.

“Thanks, Ned,” I say sarcastically.  Peter smiles.

“Sorry.  I’ll leave you two alone.”  Ned grabs his plate of cookies and walks away.

“I really am sorry, Peter.  I shouldn’t have told you to just leave like that.  If a secret really does matter that much to you, then it’s not my place to get upset over it.  I was just angry and shocked, and part of it wasn’t me because, well, I was on painkillers.”

“I’m sorry I was acting so weird about it.  I was so worried about you when I heard about what happened.  And I’m so, so sorry I wasn’t at the National Decathlon.  I knew how much it meant to you.”  He looks up, locking eyes with me.  “And I still stand by what I said,” he adds.

He loves me.  Right.  Ugh what is wrong with me?  Why can’t I just say it?  I love him too, but-

Peter sees something over my shoulder, through the window.  Dread creeps into his expression.  “I-I’m sorry, Y/N.  I… I have to go.”  He looks at me and it seems like there’s a new weight on his shoulders.  “I really am sorry.”

“Peter, I-” He hastily makes an exit through the back door of the gym.  “-love you.”

I stand alone.

What is so important that he had to leave right at that moment?

I’m angry, but disappointed all the same.  I had thought this would solve everything.

Across the gym, I see Ned get a call and then proceed to exit the gym, heading for the library.

Glancing around to make sure no one is watching, exit the gym to go to the library as well. 

Ned’s speed-walking is too much for me in heels, so I quickly take them off and pull my dress up at the front to allow myself to run faster.  I peek around the corner to see the library doors close and the lights turn on.  I pull back from looking around the corner only to come face-to-face with Mr.Harrington, who’s chaperoning for Homecoming

“What do you think you’re doing, young lady?”  He looks down disapprovingly at me over his glasses.

In a panic, I say what comes to my mind first.  “I’m on my period.  And… I bled through my dress.”

A look of true fear comes over Mr.Harrington’s face.  “Oh.  I… I um… The bathroom is the other way?”  Now confusion is mixed in with his expression.

I force a laugh out.  “Right… yeah… I knew that.  I was just in a hurry, I guess.”  I give him a pursed-lip smile and walk backwards away from him, as if I were trying to cover my backside.

“Please put your shoes on, Miss Y/L/N.  The school’s bathrooms can tend to be… dirty,” he warns.

“Mhm.  Yep.  Thanks Mr.Harrington,” I nod.

He watches me walk all the way past the library doors and finally re-enters the gym as I turn the corner into the bathroom.

I wait a few seconds, making sure he’s really gone, before I scurry back down the hallway and to the library doors.  I push them open and Ned whips around in his chair, startled.

“What are you doing?” I ask, trying to get a glance at the computer, but Ned moves to cover it.

“I’m… watching… porn.”

I pause, drawing my eyebrows together.  That’s not at all what I was expecting. Ned doesn’t really seem like the type for that, but okay.  I mean I guess every teenager must stumble across it at least once.

I repress a shutter as I wonder if Peter has ever watched porn.

“At homecoming?  You snuck off in the middle of a school dance to go watch porn in the library on a public computer?”  I find it hard to believe.

“... Yes?”  He seems to be trying to form a more acceptable excuse in his mind.  “It was a dare.”

“A dare?”

“Yep.  From Flash.  If I don’t get caught by a teacher, he’ll give me $10.”

“You snuck into a public school library to watch porn so you could get ten bucks.”

“Yes,” he says slowly.  “Don’t judge me,” he says, his eyes narrowing.

“I’m not judging you.  I’m just… questioning your morals.”

“That’s basically judging.”

“No it’s not- You… Nevermind.  Do you know where Peter went?”

“No,” he says too quickly.

Now I narrow my eyes.  A voice comes from his headphones.  I raise one eyebrow.

Ned forces a smile.

So they’re both lying to me.  Great.

“Yeah.  Sure.  Whatever.”  I turn and leave the library, angry tears threatening to spill.

I roughly push open the gymnasium doors and rush across the makeshift dance floor.  I get stopped by Liz.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Liz asks, concerned.

“Nothing.  I’m fine.  I just need fresh air.”

“Did Peter do something?”

“Liz, I’m okay, I promise.”  She lets her hand fall to her side.  I leave the gym through the front doors so that I’m finally outside in the fresh night air.

This isn’t how I wanted my homecoming to go.

I sit down on the steps and call my mom, telling her to come and take me home.

_________(Time skip)_________ Crazy things happened the night of homecoming.  First, I talked to Peter again.  Second, I discovered that Ned is in on Peter’s secret.  And third, Liz’s dad got arrested and sent to prison with charges pressed for robbery, illegal weaponry, and assault, supposedly stopped by Spider-Man.

Because of the last big event of homecoming night, Liz is moving away.

“I’m sorry Liz.  This really sucks.”  My consolation is really what sucks, but I try my best.  I hand her another tissue.  There’s a crowd of Liz’s friends surrounding us.

“Yeah.  But I’ll make sure to call you guys every week,” she reassures with a small smile.  Girls nod and say their goodbyes, leaving just me and Liz.

Something catches my eye.  Peter is walking over.

“Hey, Liz.  Hi Y/N,” he greets, leaving a lingering gaze on me.  “I wanted to say that I’m… sorry for all of the trouble I’ve caused.”

“Yeah, okay.  I guess I accept your apology,” Liz admits.  “It was really only me being the dumb one.  You and Y/N deserve each other.”  She pauses, looking at us both.  “Bye Y/N.  Bye Peter.  I’ll keep in touch.”  She walks away, glancing back at us for a second before exiting through the school doors like all of the other students who are eager to leave on their last day before a fall break.

“Before you say anything, Peter, I want you to know something,” I speak first.   “I made a big mistake when I tried to push you away.  You’re my soulmate.  We’re meant to be together, so we’re meant to work this out.  I’m still upset.  I’m hurt that you don’t trust me enough to tell me whatever you’ve been keeping from me.  But like I said at homecoming, I’ll respect what you’re not ready to tell me.  I’ve missed you.  It’s like… an actual emptiness in my chest when I’m not with you or when there’s an issue between us.  Which makes me realize… I love you.”

I said it.

Peter looks at me with what could only be described as puppy eyes.  Then the corners of his mouth turn up to form the biggest, most happiest smile I’ve ever seen.

In one swift motion, I bring my hands up to cup his face and I kiss him.

He kisses me back, wrapping his arms around my waist.

It seems to last forever, but I’m not complaining.

I pull back and place my hands on his shoulders, blushing furiously and looking at the ground.  It’s definitely not my first kiss, but it’s the first kiss I’ve had where I feel like my heart could explode.

“I love you too,” he says.  He holds out his hand and we intertwine fingers.

It feels like a weight has been lifted off of my chest.  It’s amazing.

Both smiling like idiots, we walk out of the school hand-in-hand.

________(Time skip)_________ I knock on Peter’s apartment front door.  I plan to surprise Peter, coming to see him after school and after what happened between us.

The front door opens.  “Oh, hey Y/N,” May says.

“Hi, May.”  She opens the door wider and I walk in.  I set my backpack on the ground near the entrance.  Since Peter and I have been together, we’ve gotten pretty comfortable in each other’s homes.  “Is Peter home?”

“No, actually.  He said he was heading to the comic book store down the block,” May answers.

“Oh, okay.”

“Would you want to stay for some coffee?” she offers.

“Sure, that’d be great.”  I take a seat at the kitchen table.

May continues to make coffee.  A few minutes later, a noise comes from Peter’s room.

“I thought you said Peter wasn’t home?”  I look at May.

“He’s not…”  She sounds just as confused as I am.

We both stand up and walk over to Peter’s room, where the door is open.

Motherfucking Spider-Man is climbing on the ceiling and drops down, taking off his mask to reveal soft brown curls.  Peter’s curls.  He turns to face us and his eyes widen.

May and I glance at each other and speak in unison. 

“What the fuck?”

---------------------------

This imagine series has been so much fun to write!  Again, if you have an idea for an imagine you’d like to read, just send a request my way.  Thanks for reading!

@disfunctionalcellmembrane @marvel4geeks @ilovesupersoldiers @sovereignparker @averyfosterthoughts @eridanuswave

[shewhowillnotbenamed1]

Company

The preternatural glow of a laptop screen illuminated the countenance of a slender girl with brunette and honey brown curls, as she scrolled down the page of emails. Her clients were so needy. For every one she replied to another popped in its place. Like whack-a-mole. Her inbox could never quite seem to be cleared, at least not for long. She stifled a yawn. She had been at this a while, hours to be exact. As always, she was dodging landmines and putting out wildfires. What time was it? Oh. She realized what time it was when she heard what were steadily approaching becoming her two favorite words in the English language.

"Turndown service?" Accompanied by the brash knock.

"Oh." She shut the laptop in front of her on the chaise. "Sure, come in." She grinned when she saw who opened the door. A tall, muscular man. He had bright, wavy hair that was neatly slicked back. 

"Hi, Roy."

A pleasant expression crossed his face as he continued this stop on his nightly rounds. "Good evening, Ms. Beecher. Would you care for a turndown service tonight?" The cart paused to a halt in front of her door and he stood in the entrance to her room.

"Yes," she replied, a little breathlessly. A slight flush as her eyes lingered a moment too long on his tight button down shirt and fitted trousers. "I would, thank you."

He nodded and said with a smile, "It would be my pleasure." And like clockwork, he began the routine. "May I kindly ask what you are up to tonight? More work I presume, Ms. Beecher?" He pulled a few bundles of towels off the cart slipped into the adjoining bathroom. 

"Roy, you've entered into my room, probably more times than I can count... I always say this, but you can call me, Karen." She responded, just loudly enough to project her words into the porcelain tiled room. As she spoke she was bringing her curly hair together in a fist, securing it on top of her head with a satin scrunchie in confirmation of his assessment about her nightly activities. "But yes... I will be spending tonight doing more work." Her amber eyes observed him darting off to the cart and grab more soaps and lotions. The dark-haired girl knew full well she had barely made a dent in her supply. She nibbled the inside of her cheek to quell her warming face.

The hotel was topnotch, but this caliber of service and personal attention was above even what she was used to. Karen had come to suspect that this red haired man was the one responsible for the incredibly soft, eucalyptus scented towels in her room. The ones she wrapped herself in when she emerged from a nightly lather and rinse. And every night her meetings ran late and she returned to her room, laying on her bed to greet her was something sweet. Hand wrapped candy, cookies, or chocolate. Once there were even macaroons. It was far more than the standard fare consisting of two pillow mints. However, it didn't mean anything necessarily. He was fantastic at his job. If he was going out of his way for her at all, it was probably just because she had gotten to know him. She talked to him every chance she got. After all, why wouldn't she? He was nice. And sweet. And thoughtful.

She may or may not have had a not-so tiny crush.

"Karen, then." He entered the bedroom once more and grinned. "Allow me to get that for you." As he reached down to take her empty espresso cup and saucer, his eyes tracing over her lacy yellow tank top and shorts. She blushed, remembering she was wearing her pajamas - without a bra. Oops. But Roy didn't seem to mind. At least she thought he didn't. He quickly slipped off to place the cup on the cart and bring her a clean one. "If you don't mind my asking, just who benefits from all this work you always seem to do into the hours of the night?"

"Well, the company, I guess..." Her head caressed her hand as she pondered this. "Though no employee is invaluable. They really drill that into you on day one." She held up a finger and stroked her chin, her voice a low drawl in mimicry of her boss. "It's the company, Karen... The company - not the man - that will stand the test of time. Long after you or I have gone from the earth. Blah blah blah... It's all very 1984, but without the rats." She chuckled lightly.

He paused and looked at her curiously.

"I see." Oh God. She was boring him with details about work - again. And rats? What was wrong with her? And then his lips quirked up, exposing white teeth in a manner that almost seemed mischievous. "Ms. Beecher, might anyone back home reap any of these benefits?" Before he started to neatly turn and tuck in the sheets into crisp corners, he had begun fluffing her pillows. Making sure they were full and plump. He bent down again; her eyes followed the action, and traced his physique. The most obscene and depraved part of her surmised that his butt was sure plump enough. He turned to face her, concerned she didn't hear him, when she didn't respond. As though he were somehow disturbing her and could stand to fluff the pillows a little less loudly. "I must apologize, am I prying?"

No, but she wished he would - into her shorts. Or use his strong forearms to pry her right off the chaise and -

"No, not at all." She coughed. "So do you mean like a family member? A dependent for employee benefits? I'm not certain exactly what you're asking." She really wanted to be certain. Please let him mean...

He had ceased straightening the bed clothes and he stared at her for a moment.

"Do you have a boyfriend, Ms. Beecher?" Why was he asking her this? She didn't want to get her hopes up. Or think that he liked her. Or saw her as more than just another hotel guest. But it was harder and harder to discern. Like on nights like these. Or whenever she missed him because she hadn't been in her room, but he still left a delectable gift on her pillow after the service. And part of her couldn't help it. He was attractive. Very attractive. Much more attractive than anyone else who had ever turned down a room for her before.

"Karen." She insisted. "And no..."

He almost scoffed. "Forgive me, but a beautiful woman like you?" Her toffee gaze jumped from his and eyed the ground nervously. "Well, I must say I find that hard to believe." And now he was lowering the lights.

"I guess I never found the time... With work... But it paid off in the end, they promoted me to a senior leadership role. Some promotion this turned out to be... I spend a lot of lonely nights in hotels just like this one." She bit her lip. Instantly, she regretted her words. She realized she must have sounded like a sort of spinster in training. Lonely? Why did she have to add the word lonely? She turned away feeling embarrassed and ashamed. And she didn't want to see the look in his jade eyes. It was doubt one of pity.

"I'm so sorry to hear that. It must be hard." Long, patient strides traveled across the room to draw the drapes to close. "Well, as you may be aware, I'm here almost every night - if you need a friendly ear."

"That's nice of you, Roy. Thank you."

Another nod, the red hair bobbed. "It looks like your room is all set, Ms. Beecher and you are ready for the evening. Did you need anything else tonight?"

"No, thank you. The room looks amazing, as always." She fished around her nightstand and handed him a tip, and insisted he take it, even though he always refused. "I guess... You should be on your way. I know you're busy. I've actually got a lot of accounts that need reviewing myself." Karen tried to sound upbeat. In reality, she would probably end up curled on the couch reading yet another erotic novel on her kindle. And then maybe... She took a quick peek over at the top drawer where her electronic assistant lay.

"Actually, the Morrisons checked out. So you're officially my last stop for the night."

"Really, that's good. You get to finish up earlier then." She nodded trying not to think... That there could be something in the way he said last stop.

"Yes. I do." He slid a half step closer to her.

"Well," she shrugged. "As you now know... I may not have anyone waiting for me, but I'm sure you do."

Whoever they were, they were lucky.

"No. In fact, I don't." He flashed a quick grin. "Unless you're trying to get rid of me." The way he said that, there was no pretense or formality. It was as if he had forgotten about it for a moment. And then it was back, like it never left. "Would you like me to leave you now, Ms. Beecher?"

She licked her very dry lips and swallowed. "No."

"No?" Another half step closer.

"No - I mean... yes." Her legs dangled over the edge of the chaise now. "I'm sorry. I admit I enjoy our chats, but there's no need for you to be here when you've finished your work. Besides, I haven't finished my own."

"Are you certain you're alright?" His brow was knit.

Karen assured him not to be concerned for her. "I know what I said, Roy. But you don't need to worry, I'm alright. You don't need to feel obligated to stay to talk to me or keep me company."

"I certainly don't need to. But maybe I would like to." She wasn't sure she was hearing him correctly now. "That, however, depends, on you. So... Would you like some company, Ms. Beecher?"

"Company?" Her core warming up even further at what he was insinuating.

"Yes," His hands flew up to the collar of his shirt and started unbuttoning each of the fastening, while wide eyes watched. Slowly he went. Now each step revealed another inch of deep beige skin.

"Company."

[bluerene]

river, part five [starx]

...it’s been a while, y’all.

Sorry about the long, long wait. For those of you who sent me sentence prompts, I’m sorry, I needed to take a break to focus on this, but I promise I’ll finish everything that is in my inbox. Thank you for your patience!

And if you were waiting for part five, well, here it is! All the parts are linked here since you’ll probably need a recap. The final chapter will be pretty short and sweet, so hopefully it’ll be up within the next week. As always, all my love to @fireflyxrebel and @mysticalmeowler because y’all are unbelievably supportive AND share my feelings regarding this ship. Also @lightdusk96 , who never fails to cheer me on through the worst of writers blocks. I hope you guys enjoy this <3

bless, 

blue 

She looked gorgeous bathed in moonlight.

Is that cheesy? It sounds cheesy. But it was honestly the only thing I could think when I arrived at the cove.

Starfire was already there, sitting near the shore, a purple drawstring bag beside her. She hugged her knees to her chest, drawing lines in the sand while she waited.

She waited. Somehow, that felt like everything.

I turned off my bike, kicked down the stand, and made my way over to where she was seated.

“Hey,” I said, offering her my hand, “pretty dress.”

It was. Who knew Starfire would look so good in blue? Not to mention all the skin I had never seen before. Her legs, her arms, her neck - completely bare, save for the studded band she wore around her bicep.

“I thank you. Your attire is nice as well.”

Weird, I’d never heard her say something so monotonously.

“You don’t think the mask looks goofy without the rest of the suit?” I gestured to my button-down, expecting a smile in return.

Starfire pressed her lips together and glanced at my bike.

She sighed, “we are going somewhere?”

“Is that a problem?”

Translation: did I do something wrong?

She smoothed out the pale blue hem of her skirt and shook her head, “I was unaware of the location change. My outfit may not be considered appropriate for -”

“There’s nobody you need to impress tonight, cutie. I promise. You look amazing.”

She smiled then, briefly, before returning her gaze to the sand, tracing squiggly shapes quietly.

“Everything alright?” I asked, joining her on the ground.

She sighed again.

“No. But I do not wish to spoil this evening by burdening you with the things that concern me.”

“Starfire- “

“Red X,” she cut in, lifting her face, “you do not need to pretend to care. I am content with this ‘date’ commencing as planned. We will eat and talk and go our separate ways and continue to battle as we always have.”

My stomach dropped. What? Where was this coming from?

“Okay. Fine.”

“I thank you.”

“We don’t have to go anywhere if you don’t want to. I’m sorry I sprung it on you without warning.”

Starfire shook her head.

“That is not what this is about.”

“Wanna tell me what it is then?” I snapped, “Because I have no idea what changed in the last ten hours. Did you come to your senses? Did you realize I’m not what you thought you wanted?”

My stomach dropped when she didn’t say anything.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. I hated everything.

“That answers that, I guess,” I muttered, “I’ll see you around -”

She grabbed my arm before I could leave, holding me in place.

“It is not about you,” Starfire hissed, her eyes flaring, “it has never been about you. I tell you time and time again that I do not care about what you think. I see the good in you. And X’hal, Red X, despite your tantrums and the obvious obstacles between us, I like you more than I care to admit -”

Yes.

“But it has been an awful day, and I cannot bear to put up with your meaningless flirtations while I remain conflicted over my feelings.”

“Meaningless?” I echoed, prying her fingers off of my sleeve, “You think I showed up here, risking everything, for something that was meaningless?”

“I only meant -”

“I kissed you, Starfire. What did you think that was? A joke?”

God fucking damn everything.

I stood up to brush sand off the back of my pants, “I’m calling it a night. I’ve got stuff to do and I don’t want to waste your time with my ‘meaningless flirtations’.”

Starfire pushed herself off the ground and yanked me back.

“Why is it that Earth boys cannot stop running? Listen to me, for one moment you stupid clorbag,” she growled.

I’m sure I don’t have to describe how hot that was.

But like, it was hot.

“I apologize if I offended you, but I have already said that I like you, and if you are still unsure of where I stand, I will clarify that I have feelings for you, so perhaps instead of tending to your wounded pride, you will do the shutting up and prove that your words are not empty”

And if that wasn’t enough, she pushed her fingers under the bottom of my mask and lifted it to the bridge of my nose, closing the distance between us.

I did what any sane guy would do.

I kissed her back with everything I had. Her hands gripped the collar of my shirt, keeping me impossibly close while I held her hips against mine.

Despite the frustration that was there, she kissed me slowly, teasingly, pulling away to brush her mouth on mine gently before capturing my lips again. I ran my tongue along her lower lip, breaking the kiss when she giggled.

Ah, there she is. Beneath the angry-eyes and snarly-face, I could still feel the warmth of her touch.

“Is this okay?” I asked quietly, resting my forehead against hers.

She breathed slowly and nodded, loosening her grip on my shirt. “It is more than okay. I am sorry I doubted your feelings for me. I did not mean to hurt you.”

“It’s fine. I was acting like an asshole anyway.”

Starfire frowned and dropped her hands, “correct, but I should not have assumed the worst. I have had...an unpleasant day, and I took my feelings out against you unfairly.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” I asked, letting go of her waist.

“It is alright, I know you had something planned for us tonight, I do not wish to ruin it.”

“Starfire,” I said seriously, taking her hand, “what’s wrong?”

I sat and tugged her down beside me, leaning back on my palms.

“Go on,” I probed.

She shifted uncomfortably and ran a hand through her hair, gazing out into the bay.

“I am confused about my feelings,” Starfire confessed, “because I am still in love with Robin.”

“Okay.” That wasn’t much of a surprise.

“But I have thoughts about you. And it feels as if I am betraying him by pursuing those thoughts. We have already drifted so much, and I fear that this will only distance us further.”

“Is that all you fear?” I asked, “or are you worried that being with me will ruin your relationship with him forever?”

Starfire’s eyes widened.

“I do not mean - x’hal, I am not waiting for him to come back to me, X, I swear I am not using you to -”

“Hey, shhhh, calm down,” I touched her arm gently, ”that’s not what I’m trying to say. I just think some part of you knows that any kind of relationship with me will threaten your relationship with him. And for that matter, the rest of your team. I mean, where do they think you are right now? Another late flight?”

Starfire turned pink and looked away.

“I informed Raven we were going on a date,” she said shyly, “but Cyborg and Beast Boy think I am trying to avoid Robin.”

Wait, what?

“I’m not gonna get cursed for taking you out, right?” I asked, inciting a giggle from her.

“Raven does not usually do curses, but there are not many boys I have gone out with, so I suppose we will have to wait and see,” she replied, smiling.

“Reassuring, cutie,” I said, shaking my head, “so, you’re confused about who you like. Or what you feel. That’s why you’re in a mood?”

“No,” she said miserably, propping herself up on her elbows and straightening her legs, “Robin and I had an argument.”

Ahhh.

“I’m sorry,” I said awkwardly, rubbing the back of my neck.

“It is my own fault. I have been distant for a while now. Today...it was simply the breaking of something bigger.”

“You can talk about it if you want. I don’t mind.”

Starfire tilted her head.

“Would that not be inappropriate? As I am on a date with you?”

I shrugged, “no point in following through with the stuff I planned if you aren’t in the mood. I brought food and blankets on my bike; let’s lay it out here and have a picnic.”

A smile spread across her lips slowly. “I did not know you could do spontaneity.”

“Hard to be in my line of work without a backup plan. And for the record, cutie, you don’t know much about me at all.”

She tucked her hair behind her ears and cleared her throat.

“I am hoping with can change that.”

I pushed myself off the ground and walked over to the X-Cycle .

“We’ll see.”

Dinner still felt fairly warm. Definitely hot enough to eat. I unpacked the food carrier, grabbed a blanket and a couple of the battery-operated candles, and the bag with my suit in it.

“You came prepared,” she commented, floating for a moment as I spread the blanket beneath her.

“Always am. Here, start turning these on. There’s a switch at the - yeah, perfect. Put them wherever you want. I brought fizzy cider too. I wasn’t sure what you preferred to drink, but I’ve never seen anyone say no to cider from - “ don’t say the restaurant name, you idiot, “ah, anywhere.”

“That is very sweet of you. For the record, my favorite drink is mustard.”

Ewwww. I shuddered.

“Like the condiment?”

Starfire laughed, clasping her hands together, “it is tangy and smooth and reminds me of the traditional faglaga juice from my home planet.”

“Right. Sure. I’ll take your word for it.”

Her eyes twinkled mischievously.

“Perhaps you will try it with me one day? Or we can share your favorite drink?”

“Could be fun, if I ever make it past the taste of mustard in my mouth.”

She shoved me gently - or what I assume was meant to be gently - into the sand.

“Ow!”

“Oops,” she said airily, covering her mouth to conceal her smile, “it is my bad. May we now eat?”

“Way to change the subject, cutie.”

“It is a skill I have attained mastery of.”

I gestured at the to-go boxes that sat on the blanket.

“Hope you like Italian.”

She did. Enthusiastically, though I’m not sure if that was genuine or just Starfire being her astoundingly kind self. It’s crazy that there’s even a difference there to consider.

We talked about everything and anything, inching closer and closer together until she was leaning against me. I told her about the cities I’d been to, the sights I’d seen, and the music I listened to. She talked about growing up a princess (go figure, right? Of course she’d be a literal fucking royal), her adjustments to life on Earth, and her hobbies, none of which were very surprising to me. I didn’t push her for many questions about her time as a Titan. I don’t know if that’s because I thought it would make her uncomfortable, or because I didn’t want to hear it, knowing that in all honesty, I would be a liar if I said I didn’t want that life.

Starfire, to her credit, didn’t push back either. But every now and then, she’d get this sad, faraway look on her face.

And me being the dumbass I am, opened my mouth to ask her about it.

-

“So what’d he do?”

I lifted my head from X’s shoulder.

“Hmm?”

He nudged me gently, placing a hand on the curve of my waist and running his fingers along the soft blue fabric of my dress.

“Boy Blunder. Whatever he did, it’s bothering you. So talk to me.”

I stared at him curiously.

“Why do you wish to know so badly?”

X shrugged and turned his gaze to the breaking waves that lapped against the shore. Stars glittered on the horizon, the bright shine of Vega casting a glow through the patch of clouds above us.

“I wanted to make this night good for you,” he said finally, “because it’s the one real chance I’ll get to be in between what I am and what you want me to be. I’m not a thief and you’re not a Titan. We’re just two people. And as long as you’re keeping this...thing to yourself, you’re going to be all sigh-y. Which would ruin your memory of this moment.”

X tilted his head and dragged his hand up my side to touch my chin.

“We can’t have that, can we?”

I blushed and looked down.

“C’mon, beautiful.”

His fingers intertwined with mine and I automatically moved closer to him, snuggling against his form. His touch soothed me. I had never expected it to feel like anything other than electricity, but there was a sense of peace that warmed me when he touched me like this.

I did not mean to make the comparison in my head, but at the time, I almost felt like I did when I was with Robin.

“Did you know that Robin and I have never been an item?” I asked, gazing up at the sky, “I am sure you did not. Most of the city believes we were or are together. Most of the Titans do as well.”

X waited patiently, lacking the usual quips he readily delivered so often. I pushed on.

“What you all do not know is that when the Titans were in Tokyo, Robin told me that...that a hero is all that he is capable of being. And emotionally, there are no openings for attachments beyond friendship.”

If I sounded bitter, it was unintentional.

“We have not been the same since. It has been a challenging year. We do not talk or spend time together in the same way we used to. And as of late, with my usual distance from him and the sneaking off I have conducted, it seems his patience is broken.”

X pressed a hand to my back, stroking it comfortingly as I pressed my lips together, voice wavering.

“We had an argument today,” I whispered, “I do not even recall why it began or who initiated it, but he was so angry. I have never ever seen Robin so furious or hurt. And the things we said...X’hal, it was terrible.”

“I’m sorry, Starfire,” he said quietly.

“Nothing he said was untrue. I wish he had spat lies in my face, but X, he was right. I have been selfish and cold with him lately. I have furthered the space between us. I am killing our relationship slowly,” I said miserably.

He drew his hand higher along the column of my spine, pausing at the base of my neck to bury his fingers in my hair.

“My mom had hair like yours, y’know.”

I froze, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye.

“It was long. And thick. She always kept it tied back when she was working, but my dad loved it when she wore it open for him.”

“X…”

“My parents were the worst couple ever. They loved each other enough to share a house and a kid, but that’s about it. Dad used to fuck side-girls whenever he could. He got wasted every other weekend. Then Mom got sick and called it quits. She kicked him out and bullshitted a thousand lies so she could spare him the pain of watching her go through treatment. And so that she wouldn’t have to struggle through their broken marriage while she recovered.”

He turned his head and looked at me, dragging his hand to my jaw to hold my gaze to his.

“It’s crazy, the things people do to protect themselves and the ones they love. Not so different from what you’re doing with Bird Boy.”

I stared at him openly, tears filling my eyes.

Red X leaned in, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip.

“Beautiful,” he said simply, removing his hands and lying back on the ground, crossing his arms beneath his head, “I’m sorry if I said too much, you wanted honesty so I figured - oomph!”

I tackled him, squeezing his hips with my knees as I caged his body with mine. I gripped the edge of his mask and rolled it up to his nose, pressing my lips to his cheek gently before cupping his face and bending down to kiss him deeply.

He brought his arms to my waist, the thin fabric of my dress barely protecting my skin from his searing touch.

Everything felt too warm, as if the fire inside me had swelled to the surface of my body. He tasted like the cake we shared, smooth and buttery. Chocolate lingered on his tongue.

I shifted my hips, blushing when the movement resulted in a low groan escaping his lips. With wide eyes, I did it again, smiling when he panted.

“Cutie, I don’t think you know what you’re doing- ” he choked out, digging his fingers into my hips to steady me.

“I am learning,” I purred. 

He closed his hands around my wrists and sat up, attaching his mouth to the hollow of my throat.

“You usually keep your neck covered, right?”

I nodded.

“Good.”

I gasped when I felt him bite me, running his tongue over the mark to soothe the sting of his teeth.

X pulled away, gauging my response.

“Ah...too much?” He asked sheepishly.

The spot on my neck was still pulsing. Heat coiled in my stomach.

This was all so new.

“Not at all.”

He licked his lips and descended again, tickling my skin with his nose while his mouth explored me.

I snaked a hand between us to grip the collar of his shirt, dragging my fingers lower to undo the first button. Then the second.

I brushed my hand against his chest, marveling at the feel of it. He was smooth and soft, save for a few patches of puckered scars.

He flinched when I pressed my palm to his heart.

But I could not focus on the way he froze for the moment or the fact that his kisses had become greedier, dipping closer and closer to the neckline of my dress.

I was not thinking about the way he squeezed me closer, or the panic in his eyes when he finally pulled away to stare at the placement of my hand beneath the fabric of his shirt.

Because as soon as I touched him, I felt his heart beat faster. It quickened under my fingertips. It reminded me of the way I felt when I was around Robin.

And I realized at that moment, whatever doubts I possessed for X had vanished.

“What is it?” He snapped, clearly discomforted by my scrutiny.

“You mean what you said,” I said softly, meeting the eyes of his mask.

X pursed his lips.

“Yeah, we discussed this already, Starfire,” he said impatiently, “what about it?”

I shook my head.

“No, X, I can feel your heart. You truly mean what you said. You care for me.”

He flushed.

“We all have soft spots.”

“Not in this manner. Do you realize what this means?”

“It means I like you, cutie.”

“It means we have both developed the true feelings. How am I to treat you in battle? How are we to partake in a...relationship?” I closed my eyes and sighed, “I fear there is no going back.”

“Who said I wanted to go back?” He challenged, closing his palm over mine, “why is it all or nothing for you? Why can’t we work in-between?”

“Do you really believe we could be happy and successful in that place? To hide and lie and run around in the shadows?”

His grin thrilled me.

“Seems to me you haven’t minded sneaking with me these last few days. It’s not forever. It’s just until we figure out what we want. Does that sound so bad?”

“You would be the boyfriend to me,” I mumbled, “I could never oppose such an idea.”

“Boyfriend, huh? I was just thinkin’ friends with benefits - oof!” His cheekiness dissolved into laughter as he crashed into the sand.

I waved my fist threateningly.

“Clorbag.”

“Kinda your clorbag, though.”

His hand shot out and gripped my waist, tugging me on top of him.

“Since you copped a feel, do I get to as well?”

“I do not find your humor amusing in the slightest,” I said haughtily, rolling my eyes, “it would be wise to resume kissing me or risk further injury.”

I am pleased to say I did not think of Robin once  X covered my mouth with his. In fact, lying in his embrace on that vacant stretch of beach, I found myself filled with unbridled joy, the likes of which I hadn’t truly felt in a long, long time.

There was something comforting in his promise of an ‘us’. Knowing that although there would be challenges, he was willing to try. I did not know if our actions were the right ones, nor did I expect anything to come of what was unfolding between us. 

Later, Raven would express her anger with me for vanishing after my fight with Robin. Her gaze would fall on the marks along my neck and the candles around her room would flare white-hot. Beast Boy and Cyborg would share their concerns, curious about where I had been. And after I escaped to my room, Robin would knock on the door and apologize for his words, disappointed with himself and with me. And I would forgive him because I would still be warm from the evening I had spent out. My heart would quicken, and I would be confused because I would not know which boy was causing the stirrings in my chest.

But that is later.

For the moment, for this moment, the lies and deception have been worth it.

When we finally parted, I remained curled in his embrace, gazing up at the sky in all its wonder.

We made small talk. I did not mention his mother or father or the fact that he had opened up to me so easily. He kept his mask folded at his nose, unwilling to push it higher, but not wanting to seal his lips for the evening.

A loud buzz from his pocket reminded me of the outside world and the threat of what we were doing.

He cursed and glanced at the screen of his phone, reluctantly wiggling out from under me to write something.

“I’ve got a drop-off,” he said quietly.

I sat up and hugged my knees to my chest.

“You are leaving?”

“In this case, I don’t have much of a choice.”

I wanted nothing more than to remind him that was untrue. That he did have a choice, that what he was doing was wrong, and he was worth more than this.

But there was a determination in the corners of his smile. Finality in his grip.

So I let him go.

He promised me he would be safe and that it was an essential trade. He even told me he would be protecting the city by making this deal.

I helped him clean up the mechanical candles and blanket, packing them away in his bike while he retrieved his suit. He awkwardly asked me to turn around while he changed into it. I obliged him, only glancing when I was unable to resist the sight of him shirtless.

X hooked a leg over his bike and looked at me, holding out a hand.

I took it, allowing him to tug me over to his side.

“I’m sorry, cutie. You know I have to do this.”

“Be well,” I whispered, gripping the front of his suit and leaning in to kiss him gently.

He pulled me against his body, curling his arm around my waist.

“Again. Soon.” He breathed, lifting my hand to his mouth. His phone buzzed insistently, halting him as he kissed my fingertips.

I placed my hands on the sides of his head and pulled his mask down, snapping it beneath his jaw.

“Good luck.”

He nodded and kicked away the stand that kept his bike upright, revving his engine and taking off into the night.

I did not return to the tower immediately. Instead, I slipped off my shoes and raised the hem of my skirt to my thighs, wading slowly into the cool tides. The glow of the moon lit the waves as they lapped against the shore. The sand felt silky beneath my bare feet.

It felt ethereal. I did not feel quite as lost or confused as I had in the days before. I could not bring myself to be afraid. Not yet.

Not while I still tasted X on my tongue and felt his arms around my body. Not while the memory of his honesty was still fresh in my mind. Not while I could still feel his heart pulsing against my palm.

I flexed my hand and brought it to my chest, closing my eyes as I felt the even thudding beneath my skin.

I felt found.

[dustydreamsanddirtyscars]

Get out of this dark space post: How sad. Sam is questioning. Looking for an answer. A plan. And Dean doesn’t have one so Sam is disgusted? Disappointed? Aggravated? What Dean does have which Sam foolishly either didn’t see or brushed off - is faith. In them. “WE will.” They are running blind and don’t really know what their next step should be but Dean still believes that there is a way. He may get sidelined or find at times that he has to fake it til he makes it but for Part 1/2

Dean Winchester there is ‘always a way’ and that’s why I love this character. Is Sam forgetting that while Dean didn’t have to deal with Lucifer that he did have his own Hell to contend with or is Sammy’s pain/experience once again the worst pain to ever be pained. Sam uncharacteristically opened up. When he became dismissive Dean just went with the flow rather than say something to cause him to clam up. It looked like Sams attitude hit him where it hurts.  2/3. Oops.   

Hey there dear!

Seems like tumblr is pretty hungry for messages again since the last ask that I guess you had typed up wasn’t delivered, but I think from these two asks I get the jist of what you were saying. :)       

First and foremost, yes, Dean’s faith and his will to try again and again, rising everytime he falls, getting back up every time he feels like couldn’t possibly walk another step is also one of the many many reasons I love Dean as a character so much. With that out of the way, I think that that is a character trait that Sam doesn’t possess in quite the same way. We also saw that in the beginning of the season when Dean was more openly showing how depressed and exhausted he was. It’s hard for both brothers to get through to the other in these moments, but I think - and I don’t mean this is any kind of judging way, but simply as in how this transpires to me through what I see on screen - in contrast to Sam, Dean actually listens to Sam when he struggles and tries to support him emotionally whereas I see that as something Sam truly struggles with and simply isn’t capable of in the same way (this is part of the famous show vs. tell and misconceptions about the brothers that I have been writing about multiple times with how Sam is TOLD to supposedly be more prone to being emotional and good with words and listening etc., but all those things are actually things we SEE with Dean opposed to Sam.. His reaction to Dean being that way has of course a notion of worry, but also something like annoyance (and worse in the beginning of the season also with placing blame and guilt on Dean for feeling like he didn’t have as much of a connection to their mom as Dean did, which is ridiculous all in itself as S12 only showed Mary having interest in her youngest - seriously, I am still so angry about that entire therapy scene because there is just so much wrong with that episode), because if Dean isn’t stable himself and falls away for a bit, isn’t the rock that everyone can rely and count on, Sam lacks his support and has to shoulder more himself and that is something I think is really difficult for him and something he himself would never voice and likely isn’t even aware of. Sam in this regard is very self-centered.

And this kind of character trait sort of bleeds in many different aspects in the brothers’ relationship and imo also shows in the ending scene. Again, because I know I’ll likely have Sam stans all over my inbox with hate due to this reply, I don’t place judgment, but Sam’s self-centered-ness is also a key element of the entire show, because right from the start it was always “all about Sam”. Just like Dean didn’t exist to Mary when he tried to save her in late S12 until he started talking about Sam’s trauma (not his own, no, because apparently that doesn’t count for the writers and anyone. Ughhhhh seriously, I’ll never forgive Dabb what he did there and how disgustingly it made clear how he and the writing teams thinks about and treats Dean), basically all his life from age 4 onward was “Sam is the one that matters”, look out for him, do this, do that, you and your wishes matter least. And of course that kind of message didn’t just have an effect on Dean growing up and shaping him, it also had an effect on Sam too. For Dean the way he was raised determines a lot of his feelings of inadequacy, his fself loathing, his lack of self esteem, etc. because from early years onwards he was asked to function and not be a kid basically. Sam grew up much more sheltered due to Dean making good on those promises to his dad to always look out for his little brother and keep him safe. So in this regard the way the brothers grew up, Sam was fortunate enough to develop a much stronger sense of self. He learnt that he is the center of attention and that continued throughout all his adult life, which is why to me it is surprising that Sam only truly connects with people when he can someone make it about himself. Of course it is normal to connect with people more who you share certain things with, but if you compare Sam’s connecting to people with Dean it is drastically different. To me Dean is much more “organic” for lack of a better word in that regard. He truly feels for and connects with people in any kind, not only when he can see himself in them - which often times is a key aspect to Sam caring about others. We saw that with Magda or this season with Jack and right now also with how Rowena managed to manipualte Sam through forging a connection through shared trauma.

So, given the way the brothers grew up and what they learnt in that time, it makes sense that Sam is the way he is and that Dean is the way he is. The thing however is, what one can gloss over with a kid or teenager who shows this annoyance etc. over finding out someone else doesn’t have an answer either and can’t support him the way he would need, is much tougher with an adult. And Sam is an adult after all, so his reactions for that reason to me often times come off very petty and unthankful. Again: I don’t hate on Sam here, but this is how the show imo has been written and set up and how they have portrayed the brothers over the years.

I know I have already written an awful lot, but this preface and long sort of “analysis” imo is vital in order for me to explain how I feel and read the ending scene between the brothers. And yes, I think you can read Sam’s exasperated expressions as disappointment and aggrevation, which is more than uncalled for and absolutely unnescessary, but it is a reaction that makes sense given the established character triats and the character’s development. To me Sam’s “eye roll” there is more than a little annoying tbh, because it once more feels a little like Sam is placing blame on Dean for how he feels (like in the beginning of the season already) - but when I keep all that I have written about before in mind then Sam acting this way to me captures perfectly that Sam realizes that Dean cannot - as he was able to as a kid for example and Sam begged for something else to eat long enough until Dean gave in - give him an answer. He cannot lift the burden Sam feels and it’s also not Dean’s place needing to do that (though he does show more than a lot of support for Sam here, the way he listens and tries to back Sam up with words - which is why the way Sam dismisses him stings and hurts so much and yeah makes me a little angry), but Sam grew up with not having to shoulder these things alone that when Dean can’t be his “stone number one”, because Dean himself would need some support and healing, he reacts this way, because then it depends on himself to pull himself up by his bootstraps.

So yeah, in contrast to Sam who “fooled and lied to himself” at the beginning of the season with having faith to keep going, Dean actually here shows real faith despite not having a clue how to make things better, because he is honest and he tries. And I think that is the reason Dean takes Sam’s indeed uncalled for leaving very personal and seems really hurt and disappointed (and he has the right to be both) - because in a way Sam’s leaving feels a bit like Sam subconsciously blames Dean for how things are (I don’t think he actively knows that or is even aware of that tbh, but if I was Dean and Sam walked out on me like that when they have not been on edge with one another like they were in S9, but were pretty okay-ish, then this reaction would have left me feeling like I am not good enough (something Dean is thinking already anyway), I am a failure cause I can’t help and that I am to blame for all being wrong. Yes, I think despite knowing they aren’t a 100 % on top of things, Dean had counted on at least being able to count on them being a team - but Sam’s leaving and him rather sharing with Rowena than Dean, must have left him questioning if he may have been wrong in believing that.

And last but not least, the talk about Sam’s Hell trauma. I don’t have any issues if that is re-addressed as long as it is not played as this “Oh Sam had it soooo much worse than Dean, Dean’s Hell was basically Disneyland”, because that is freaking disgusting. Trauma isn’t something to make a competition about, trauma just is and it is awful for anyone at any given time. So yes, I  don’t mind that Sam’s trauma was brought up. I will be mightily pissed however if Dean’s time will not get the same attention later on as well.

Okay, sorry for the long ramble, sorry if I piss anyone of with this, but I truly see this as a discussion and voicing of how something traspires to me than hating on something or someone... Anyway... Hope I gave somewhat of a satisfying answer, dear anon!

[chickenstuffedwithmozzarella]

Yaaay!! Thank you Soraya's inbox, sorry i blamed you on eating the last ask😂😘. You did great. Nono, he wasnt a torero, he looked like a prince. (Which is not better bcs i dont like any of those  figures but... whatever). Ooh, talking about suits, did you see the ranking hsfashionarchive did of the suits he wore this tour? Bcn was winning, pink suit was second and Mdd was third!! (1)

[I hope this works 😜🙏🏻, bc this was TOO long, jajajaa.]

Ohhh. Your mom is the best. So supportive! Petition to give her that award. She is clearly the winner. (1D clinex? capitalism in its pure state 😂. Did they really made those? Glad i didnt find it on time bcs i would have definitely brought them as a joke to my sister or something). You are already playing Niall’s songs to her? Did she like them? Does she have anything similar to “pikachu get away” she had for SOTT?. (2)

JAJAJAJJA. Netflix always does that to me too. Dont know why. I started watching Black mirror backwards bcs of that. Did you understand anything of chapter 7 os ST? (Did you finish the show??). Yep. The 8th season is the last one, and i dont know hoe to feel about it. Dissapointed by the shows? As in with the ending?? Or how? (3)

You sound like a devoted cat lady, yes. Ooow, i have little cousins too, though they are reaching the age of “too cool to be seen with you, old girl” Of course they make me laugh. Honey is a menace and i appreciate it. JAJAJAJAJAJAJA. He ate the chorizo?? Honeeey!! 😂😂😂 that made me laugh at loud int the train and now my neighbour is looking at me weirdly. I see, you’ll never get bored with him. (4)

When i was younger and + close minded, i didnt like tattos. Considere also that the ones I had saw in real life were the tribal ones, so there’s tgat. But then i grew up and started liking them (you can partially blame larry for that). Nobody in my family (cousins and so) has one, and thats kind of a encouragement, I’d love to piss them, but my dad has threaten me to disinherit me (we dont heven have that, lol) and i dont have any tatto on mind, so i wont do it… maybe in the future, yes. (5)

I MISS LOUIS TOO! I hope he is fine. Resting and so. Im sure that creating the album that will destroy us all takes a lot of effort. (Seriously, where is heeeee?). Heeey!! I wont get bored. Or mad! I have such a great time talking to you. If i dont talk more its bcs of the character limit and bcs im always worried about pressuring or imposing. Dont be dumb. If i dont answer its bcs im busy with finals and so. Nothing more. Promise. (6)

THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING. i know i know. It makes sense and its a smart move, but… i cant stand raeggeton/latino, its not for me. Sad. I havent lost hope though. Maybe ill change my mind later Yeah, i have the same problem with my friends, they only listen to trap and raeggeton and i die everytime. We mostly agree to put something neutral like pop or the radio. (Disney songs never get old😂). (7)

Ay. I just saw that i wrote “heven” instead of “even” and now i want to delete myself. I was walking while writing the asks and i didnt proofread it. I feel so dumb. Anyway, sorry for sending so many asks (today i made a record xd) and, as always, good night!!————————————————————————-Hi!!!! Yes! I saw the ranking. But it isn’t exactly a ranking. It’s more to like chose wants your favorite suit. I did it and guess what? My first choice in the Madrid one, jajajaa. Second the kilt. And third the jumpsuit. Very accurate.

Oh, you’re telling me! My family bought me a bunch of 1D merch (unofficial all): the clinex, a hair brush, a bracelet, 2 books!, one perfume (this I love it, it smells so good), a make up box… I can’t even remember everything. Ah! A birthday card too!! Where they talk when you open it. I always use to wish happy birthday to people (the audio) 🤣🤣🤣🤣. I had to tell them to please stop wasting money on those things. I don’t even know where I have it. And if a can ask, I’d rather they give me the money so I can go to their concerts,jajajaja.EDIT: I can’t believe I forgot the poster!! I have it beside my head right now,jajaja, and I only realized it was there when I looked at the boys to ask for inspiration,😅😅)

Oh, my mom loves Niall’s album too. But I don’t think she “knows” any of the lyrics,jajaja. Though, she knows the hmmmm in This Town. But that’s all. She and my sister, both separately were like: “oh! who’s him??” When they heard Fire Away. And I was like: “ehhhhh, it’s Niall’s album, so guess who’s it?? What, you like it? See, Harry’s not the only one who can sing…” jajajajja. It’s because of comments like this, that they think I don’t like Harry. And I get so offended when they hint at it! Like, of course I like Harry. But I like all of them too!! God!! I love Niall’s album so much (I’m hearing it right now, bc I couldn’t remember what song was the one they liked it so much, and now I can’t stop 😅). Harry’s and Niall’s albums have been lining in my car since they were released. I had Harry’s playing in a loop till I got Niall’s one and I interchanged them. Then Harry’s came back a month or so before his concert. And now it’s time for Niall’s again. (You can’t imagine how hard it’s being writing this with honey laying on my arm!! Jajaja, I can’t barely move my fingers😅).

AND WHAT DID YOU DO WHEN YOU REALIZED YOU WERE WATCHING BLACK MIRROS BACKWARDS??? I’ve watched canter 1 and 2 of ST afterwards, but I hadn’t gotten to watch the whole thing yet. I can’t stand to be looking at a screen for 50minutes without doing anything. And don’t get me wrong, lol, I can be on tumblr for hours, jajaja, but a have to move my hand, and I can go from a blog to another… y'know, jajajajaja. And when I watched chapter 7 of ST i was like, okay… now they have to investigate what happened… or a guessed they would be doing flashbacks… jajajajajaja. Then I realized my mistake and thought I was stupid, 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣“I see you from a different point of view🎶🎶” ( sorry, that’s me singing,jajajaja, Seeing Blind. I LOVE that song)And shows have disappointed me in the sense that they turn out to have an awful ending (seriously, I know you do it for the audience, but end a show how it deserves it, don’t turn it into shit just for a handful of money); or bc they just end it bc they don’t have enough audience. It’s always a matter of audience,jajaja.if they have a lot, they want to explode it. And if they don’t have enough they finish it ASAP. 😒

Honey is a menace, yeh, I couldn’t love him more,jajajaja. He can’t see me petting Liam, he gets jealous and comes to me and headbutt my hand so I pet him too. And Liam is so patient with him. They’re totally like liam and Louis, jajja. Hey! did I tell you the story about when I got Liam? no!! Well, someone gave my dad 4 kitties (they were sooooo small). So, guess their names (it was post March 25, 2015…) yes!! They were named (by me) Louis, Niall, Harry and Liam, jajajajajja. But Harry died a couple of days later, because he was really really young. He couldn’t survive without his mom ☹️. And the other three, my dad took them to a place we have were he has a little garden (?) with vegetables and chickens and proper farm-y, jejeje. I wasn’t too (any) into cats back then, so… Then he brought home one of them, to have our home free of mice. AND IT WAS LIAM!! And I adopted him. I took care of him. We started loving each other. And he became useless with mice, jajaja. He’s totally domesticated now 😝. And that’s his story. The rest? Louis became a big alpha male at their new home. But s car ran him over last summer, and he died 😔. And Niall is a female, jajajajaa. And I hate her. Because she hasn’t been able to keep her kitties alive once!! (She’s pregame again, and we’re praying this time she knows who to be a mom🙏🏻) Ah!! And Honey had siblings the other day!! The guy who gave it to my dad is my brother’s friend and he show him a pic. There are two white cats!! I WANT THEM!!! But they don’t let me have anymore cats! Jajajajaja.

Hey, we might have in common the reason why we started liking tats, jajajjajaa. And, well, to piss off the family is as good a reason as any other,jajajaja. And why are dads like that?? When my sister and I got our lips pierced he went to pick up at the train station and as soon as he saw us he turned around and walked to the car without saying a word,jajajajja. I HAD TOLMY PARENTS WE WOULD BE DOING IT!! I asked my mom:hey mom, if a get a 10 in maths, can I get a piercing?? And she say okay. So I got a 10 (I might cheated or not on this, bc I already knew I had a 10, but wel…), and I got a piercing.my sister only got it, bc I was 16, she had to go with me as an adult, and giving she was already there, she got one too,jajajaja. (My granny almost kill us 😅)

Oh, louis has a BIG responsibility on his hands. He will be killing a lot of people when he puts out his album. He has to chose the proper songs to do it. It will be considered a massive destruction weapon, so he better be careful. But god, for real, when will Louis and Liam release their albums. At this pace, Harry and Niall will be releasing their second one before LiLo has finished their respective tours. And when they finish, Narry will have release their second one, and will be promoting them. So Lilo will start working in their seconds one. And… and… AND ONE DIRECTION WON’T COME BACK EVER BECAUSE THEY CAN FIX A DATE WHERE ALL OF THE BOYS HAVE NOTHING TO DO, AND WHAT WILL I DO??? 😭😭😭😭😭 (sorry, I panicked a bit there,oops).

Uggggg, I can’t stand raeggeton either. I can’t stand the music, argggg. Or the culture of it (the how it treats women, and glorifies sex). I can’t I can’t.and you can’t go out without hearing it. My friends and I went on road trip once. And it was my friend’s car. And she only listens to raeggeton. And after 10, 15, 40? minutes I had to ask her “will this song ever end???” And she told me it was already a different one. And I swear I almost jump out of the car,jajajajaja. We were crossing a bridge, and I wanted to jump out of the car!!!!! I couldn’t listen to that any more!!!!!  Ejkbvwirbfeuirnfrvoieefvnv The she caved and we switched to movie’s soundtracks,jajajaja.

Ha! Don’t worry about sending a lot of ask, I learn something, you’ll see,jajajajaa.Also, I forgot to ask early. Is your sister a 1d fan too, then? She goes to concerts and knows the song… how lucky! you have someone to talk about all the gossip!! (And they know what you’re talking about…) or is she a “casual” fan, and doesn’t get into fandom drama? She just likes the music and doesn’t care about their lives?are you both into drama?? God, I don’t discuss drama very much online, but if had someone face to face to talk about it… I would be the happiest person in the world,jajajajaa (what an exaggeration 🙊).

I think this is all. I LOVE ORPUR CONVERSATIONS!! Jajajaja( I hope I did it correctly and all this is under read more, jajaja)Byeeeeee!!!! 😚😚😚😚

[chronicallycal]

Hi Callie! I’m glad to be back in your inbox too! I totally need to catch up on the Harry Potter series once I have the time. Admittedly, I have only watched the movies so far. I’ve heard that while the French translation is fine, there’s something to be said about the wordplay in the original version, so I’m actually tempted to read it in English. Recently, I chose instead to watch some cult movies for the first time, namely the Indiana Jones and Star Wars series oops (NSA)

Your messages are under the cut again, too, because of length lol.

(and I’ve only watched the initial trilogy of both series). Now I finally know what those “Jedi mind tricks” are all about ^^ I can see why you’re comparing the beginning of S8 to what happened in 2x01 and 3x01. Their emotions were indeed less concealed this time, probably because unlike the previous times, in S8 they knew what it was like to be in an actual relationship with one another. Well, I didn’t appreciate the fact that they didn’t work together in the final season, but the thing is,

it would have made no sense if they had, at least during the separation. Because then what would even be the point in breaking up? It was already bad that Castle kept coming to the precinct occasionally (necessary because of how the show is structured), and that Kate also returned several times to the loft, giving her the opportunity to leave a message there if she had wanted to. In fact, I wonder if Castle would have been spared, had Loksat actually come after Beckett in the first half (NSA)

of the season, as Caskett were still married and regularly seeing each other. Besides, after a few eps, Castle started investigating on his own anyway. So while your idea is interesting, imo the writers would have had to find another reason for them to be separated in order to be able to implement that idea. Plus, I think removing the PI office from the picture wouldn’t necessarily equal to Castle visiting the precinct more often (Wouldn’t it hurt him too much to do that?

Would Beckett tolerate his presence after a while? etc.). But yeah, 2x01 and 3x01 were certainly easier to watch because of the way the COTW was handled. You have perfectly described the way I feel about the transition in S8. While it made total sense for them to reconnect sexually with other, and while Castle didn’t completely drop the talk about Loksat, they were almost too happy after what had JUST happened. In other words, things were back to normal really quickly, if that makes sense. (NSA)

I agree that this transition phase would have been a good time for them to discuss their future. Of course I liked the shift between S4 and S5 too, it was about time that they become an item, and I actually loved many Caskett moments in S5 (especially at the beginning of the season with their newly found intimacy, and around episodes 18-21, if “Still” is 5x21). In regards to the end of 5x10, it would have been interesting indeed to see Beckett having that conversation with Castle later on (NSA)

in the show. I guess it happened off screen, but I wouldn’t be surprised if that topic was only addressed after they got engaged. Aside from that scene, there were other mentions of insecurity in 5x08 (on Beckett’s side), and in 5x18 (on Castle’s side) for example, so for me it was a pretty recurrent theme in S5. Like many people, I didn’t like “The Squab and The Squail”, and I still have trouble with the fact that this episode was supposed to air after “Still”, so I’m leaving it aside (NSA)

for the moment. Some people wrote that in their opinion, at the end of S5, Castle had this tendency to deflect Beckett’s questions about the more serious topics, which led her to think that he wasn’t looking for real commitment, when Castle was actually afraid that showing how serious he was about them would spook her. I really liked this explanation, even if in big part, the insecurities resurfaced in those last episodes because it was the end of the season and the writers couldn’t think (NSA)

of another way to stir drama. I would certainly have preferred a proposal in other circumstances, because the part in S5 looked really serious (see Castle’s face), and there was this terrible misunderstanding between them for a minute. And yes, in the second half of S6 C&B were essentially giddy in regards to the wedding, and you’ve just made me realize that seeing a wider range in emotions would probably have made those episodes better. While I didn’t like the first wedding dress, (NSA)

the scene with Beckett in front of the mirror was a great moment in that regard. In 6x23, this thing with Rogan certainly came out of the blue, and you already know what I think of this episode.I really liked 7x23, but I have to admit that there weren’t any hints to Hollander’s Woods in previous eps either. More generally, there were many themed episodes in S7 I believe, so that didn’t really contribute to a sense of cohesiveness between the eps. About 2x24, until now, (NSA)

I was mainly sad because Castle was leaving the precinct with Gina at his arm, in front of everyone, may I add; and as Gina is his ex-wife, it felt more serious to me than a fling atm. But you’re absolutely right that there’s actually more to it than that, and geez that makes this ending even more heartbreaking. On the other hand, I really love 2x12 because of how Kyra is portrayed, so I’ve got to admit that Kate’s jealousy was fun for me too in that particular ep. (NSA)

Wow, I didn’t expect you to write a whole paragraph in French, especially now that you’re telling me you don’t practice the language as often anymore

, nor used to writing such long messages in one go in English (it’s probably easier for me to chat or to talk). But I’m up to the challenge because I love getting the opportunity to discuss the show with you, plus it doesn’t hurt that you always give really awesome answers in return. Thank you for that, by the way! I’m going to finish by sharing with you what I thought of your newest one shot. I actually wrote down the following “sentences” as I was reading the fic, (NSA)

so you’re getting here my unbridled scene-by-scene reactions. Warning: there’s gonna be some serious rambling involved (but you know that about me now :p) The beginning: ouch, painful, but it wouldn’t totally be a fic of yours if there wasn’t at least some angst involved (except for some rare occurrences), right? / That was a twist, even if I was intrigued right away by the supernatural aspect of your fic; the best part is, you copied the beginning of the scene in the summary and I didn’t (NSA)

The scene with the popcorn is so sweet, so them, so in character. / Castle is alive! And babyyyy. / Oh okay, we’re back to the theater now; is the baby real or is just a way to motivate them? (I think it’s real, let’s hope it’s real) / Aww a glimpse into the future, I think I see where we’re headed now; and mmh still a mention of a hospital bed even in that scene, nice (I pictured a nursery at first) / Oh okay, it will actually be a constant back and forth before the final scene encased (NSA)

in reality. OMG I’VE BEEN HERE BEFORE, she so saw what happened in “Always” the first time she was here :p And that’s why she knows things he doesn’t. / Beginning of next scene: I can imagine Castle coming back to reality by wanting to join Lily when she laughs, maybe symbolically open a door or something. Okay that didn’t happen but it’s so cute! Ooh and the twins are on the way! / Ooh we don’t wake up straight to reality, but Kate’s still got her hand in his. Interesting! (NSA)

/ What the hell with Caleb Brown??? And here it comes. A taxi, good! / Didn’t we have those lines before? I’m checking…yess we did! Everything is definitely accurate then :) / And okay, I should watch Criminal Minds (I guess that’s what CM means?) more often because I didn’t get the reference ^^ All I can now say is wow, I have no words (well, I sure had them before), it was so fantastic. One of your best works, if not the best. (NSA)

The succession of short scenes made it really pleasant to read as well. I’m sure Rickcastlefromthailand has loved her birthday gift! ;) Until next time, Callie! NSA 19/19 PS: The length of these messages is getting out of hand LOL.

Hi!

In my opinion, you should definitely read the Harry Potter series. While I haven’t read the French version, so I can’t comment on its quality compared to the English version, but I will say there’s a certain beauty and wittiness to J.K. Rowling’s writing that may or may not have been reflected in the translation. However you choose to read them, though, I would definitely recommend it. That being said, I actually haven’t seen the movies. Or any of the other “cult” movies you mentioned. My movie watching is so minimal, I have a long list of movies I have to see, per my friends. lol. (oops?)

Upon further reflection, I have to agree that the idea of them working together through the separation would have most certainly been more flawed than the story line we were presented. I also agree that there is a certain degree of doubt that, despite their separation, Castle would have been spared in the event that LokSat went after Beckett in the early portion of the season. Personally, I doubt such a criminal would have spared the person who has so often presented himself as Beckett’s partner in crime, especially since both of them have shown great dedication to finding the truth. If nothing else, I imagine LokSat would have been aware of the fact that Castle would likely would have gone to great lengths to find out what happened to Beckett, whether they were separated or not. And LokSat, who doesn’t seem to be someone who cares about bloodshed, likely would have gone after Castle if only to avoid that hassle and inevitably doing it later.

Your description of the transition phase is also very accurate, in my opinion. Idk if you saw, but Raina (bravevulnerability) recently wrote about why Castle forgives Beckett so easily in her fics, and explained that forgiving someone doesn’t necessarily mean everything is okay/back to normal. In a way, I feel that this is what the reunion in season 8 lacked. Spare for Fidelis Ad Mortem (8x15), and the struggles in that episode, and the entire concept of hiding their reunion, there was a distinct lack of lingering emotions. Of course, to an extent, these could have passed during the winter hiatus, but I do think a certain degree of lingering doubts, even if communicated through subtle questioning and strange glances would have added a layer of authenticity of their reunion.

As for season 5, I think there’s a distinct difference in the insecurity expressed in episodes such as 5x08 and 5x18 compared to 5x10 and especially the end of the season. By which I mean, the prior instances seem to be more of a personal insecurity, a “will this work out” and “am I good enough for this person”, whereas the end of the season portrays the insecurity of “does this person want a serious relationship like I do”. The prior, to me, makes sense. Both characters have shown underlying insecurity throughout the series, so their doubts about being good enough for each other and/or compatible after all the effort put into their relationship are justified. What the end of the season does, however, is seem to make Beckett forget this commitment and effort that Castle has put in, as though he didn’t spend a year waiting to be with her, as though they hadn’t been together for a year, as though he hadn’t risked his life for her multiple times, one of which had just happened, in Still.

While I do agree that it’s highly possible that Castle would have evaded questions about their future out of fear of spooking Beckett, my problem with that is that it wasn’t shown at all prior to her doubts coming to surface. Which, in my opinion, is a failure of the writers, who knew where the season was going, as this is pre-planned, and didn’t take it upon themselves to present any semblance of build up to their end of season drama, in a way that made it seem implausible and almost juvenile. (Honestly, Beckett’s fears reminded me of something one would see with a couple who’s been hooking up for a few months, or playfully together with far less history, rather than a couple like Caskett). So for me, while this concept of the why being totally plausible and even a pleasant thought, in a way, my problem is that the writers didn’t execute that concept, and rather presented these doubts as something caused by Castle not wanting to sleep with Beckett in that one moment.

And for season 6, yes, I loved the moment in front of the mirror in 6x14. It’s a perfect example of how their past, personal struggles as individuals and as a couple could have been entwined. While I wouldn’t have liked a fulls season of merely rehashing the same doubts, I definitely think emotions such as those in that scene could have greatly improved the season for people such as myself who didn’t find great enjoyment in the giddy checklist style we did get.

Gah the reactions of the rest of the characters in 2x24 is truly heartbreaking, too. And I certainly agree that there’s a greater severity to that scene given that Gina is his ex-wife and not just a fling. I also think that 2x12 was a truly enjoyable episode. I actually really enjoyed Kyra, and the jealousy in that episode.

And aw! I hope my speaking French could bring you joy. I honestly need to use it more often, since I don’t want to lose it or my status as bilingual. And I’ve also used Duolingo, albeit to learn Spanish, and while it’s fun and teaches the basics, for sure, I find that eventually I get bored of doing the same lessons over and over again and just quit. Oops.

I’m also so glad my comments on your English could make you happy. I honestly had no idea you weren’t a native English speaker, so you certainly use the language well, even if it’s outside your comfort zone. I have to admit, I’m glad you feel okay with stepping outside your comfort zone for these messages, because I truly enjoy these exchanges we have.

And gaaaah I love your thoughts on my fic so much. Rambles are my favorite and it made me so happy to read your thoughts as you read, knowing where you were in the story and what was coming. I am so, so glad you enjoyed my odd little one-shot. And thank you so, so much for your compliments. I must admit, I’m fairly proud of that story as it went outside my comfort zone and into a genre I don’t usually explore, in a style not truly like my usual one, so to know it was well executed means the world to me.

(Also yes you should watch more Criminal Minds. Besides Castle, it is probably my favorite show lol).

Thank you, again, for this lovely message. I hope you have a good day, week, etc. Until next time!

Callie xx

(And yes these messages really are getting really long lol).

[marcellusbitsandpieces]

Bits and Pieces  -  Blue Jeans History   8/23/20

A couple of weeks ago I received in my inbox a quiz asking for which European city that jeans are named. I don’t know if the choices I was offered helped or what, but I actually guessed the correct answer: Genoa, Italy.

Genoa was originally known as “Geane” or “Jeane.” It was a French name that came from a cotton fabric called “jean fustian” that was made there. Because it was an industrial strength fabric, it was popular with sailors and fishermen of the Mediterranean area.

Fabric weavers in Nimes, France tried to imitate this sturdy fabric. The Nimes weavers called their cloth, “Serge de Nimes.” Their initial attempts didn’t work out, but eventually they hit on a cotton twill textile which they called “denim.”

The weft and warp weave of denim allowed the organic indigo dye used on it to give one side a blue cast and the other side a white cast.

It is difficult for many today to even imagine a life without denim jeans or other styles of clothing in denim. Though I have many pieces of denim in my wardrobe now, I was not allowed to wear jeans as a child. I’m not sure why, but from information I have discovered and will give below – Mom might have had a reason based on the times. Consequently, I bought my first pair of jeans in my mid-20’s to wear as a protest statement to a teacher’s meeting. Times are very different now.

Blue jeans as we know them today in the United States did not appear on shelves until after the California Gold Rush of 1848.

The story goes that a frustrated miner’s wife complained to her tailor husband, Jacob Davis, that she grew tired of repeated mendings of pants around the weaker areas of pockets and front buttons. Couldn’t he make a pair of pants that wouldn’t rip so often? He decided on copper rivets and a sturdy canvas fabric called duck cloth.

Realizing that he had a special product, he wanted to patent it. But he didn’t have the experience nor the money to do that. He found a business partner in a new German immigrant with dry goods stores in San Francisco – named Levi Strauss. It was from Strauss’ store that Davis bought his supplies.

Strauss agreed to the proposition; Davis moved to San Francisco; they received their patent on May 20, 1873. They became partners under the name Levi Strauss & Co. Strauss ran the business side, and Davis was in charge of production.

The patent expired in 1890, but by then Strauss and Davis had such a booming business that jeans were already strongly associated with the Levi Company. They didn’t mind the competition. It was in that year that the 501 style Levi jean was first sold. The rest is history, as they say.

However, as Paul Harvey would say: “And now for the rest of the story.”

Jeans became popular after the turn of the last century with cowboys and workers who needed rugged clothing to withstand their tough daily wear. Levi Strauss & Co. became the first jeans to have their label on the outside of the garment by placing his signature red flag on a back pocket of the pants. That was in 1936.

Also, in the 1930’s Vogue magazine was the first to have a fashion model on the cover in denim pants. This was quite a fashion statement. It was giving permission to women to wear them as fashion – not just practical work clothing.

During the 1950’s, blue jeans became associated with the “bad boys” of Hollywood. Because of this connection, many American schools banned wearing jeans as “too provocative.” Herein may lie my mother’s reasoning. I went to parochial school, and if some public schools banned them – you can be sure I couldn’t wear them.

Not only fashion, but also cultures change by and within the decades. By the 1960’s, jeans were popular again. The hippie age arrived, and the casual less-structured clothing gave way to creative expression bringing on the personalized jeans.

At this time, jeans appeared with embroidery, rhinestones, patches, stone-washed and even bright colors. Gone were just straight legs. Remember the bell-bottom flare and low-rise hip huggers? This is the decade that also brought the jean jackets.

This fresh jean culture continued into the 70’s with the addition of denim skirts and vests. It also brought to fashion the concept of jeans as a fresh and wholesome look (Farrah Fawcett and Lauren Hutton).

Designer labels came on the scene during the 1980’s with Calvin Klein, Jordache and Gloria Vanderbilt. As we know, nothing in fashion can remain for long, but can (and often does) reappear. During this decade, the pant leg tapered to the ankle with the skinny leg look.

Out with the fancy designer and into the “grunge” era of the 1990’s. The carpenter pants, baggy jeans and multiple pockets and tabs.

Oops, the skinny jeans left too soon – they reappear in the early 2000’s. With the innovative denim stretch technology, the skinny jean got a bit of a new look. The ultra-low-rise, flare and boot cut leg and boyfriend jeans become hot fashion. This leads to the popularity of wearing jeans for date night, not just casual time.

For the past 20 years, almost anything goes. You can wear straight leg, boot leg, short/cropped/capri leg. High-waisted, low-rise, with a belt, no belt; overalls, jumpsuit, rompers; dark wash, stone wash, distressed and even vintage.

Ah, vintage…that describes most of my wardrobe. I have some clothes that are old enough to legally drink in most every state of the Union.

For someone who can remember my closet and drawers having absolutely no denim to one that now has denim everywhere, I am grateful to that frustrated wife in the mid-1880’s who started this all.  Then Strauss and Davis teamed up to set in motion a fashion culture that lives beyond their wildest imagination. How lucky we are!