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[kairoot]

❅ — ww. day 15: sjy. ✦ ₊˚

day fifteen: ❝ making up with jake on christmas eve ❞

⟢ pairing : jake x reader➖ genre : tiny bit angsty, fluff ➖ requested : no ➖ warnings : none really, being mad at jake but you make up in the end

walking into the warm walls of home, jake’s cheeks were painted pink from the cold.

you heard the door close, figuring it was him. he began pulling his coat off himself before you appeared in front of him, grabbing the wet material from his hands to place it elsewhere for the time being.

he watched you move around in silence, eventually coming over to take his hand.

he was actually confused, seeing as the both of you had had a big disagreement only a few hours before.

but he wasn’t complaining. he loved when you took care of him. even if it meant he’d be getting a little bit of silent treatment.

you guided jake over to the couch, leading him to take a seat while you went off to the kitchen.

the hot cocoa you made for him had finished in time, so you poured it into a mug, being careful of the steaming liquid.

you wrapped the mug with a piece of fabric, hoping it would protect jake‘s hands from the heat.

after bringing it to the living room, he took it from your hands, giving you a quiet ‘thank you’.

he took a small sip, humming at the warmth of the beverage.

it was silent for a bit before he spoke.

“..a-are you still mad?” his eyes were wide and sparkly, unintentionally giving you his signature puppy look.

“no, jaeyun. just.. thinking.”

he hated when you used his real name but he knew you only did that when you were serious.

“‘m sorry, babe. really.”

“me too. i’m sorry.”

you continued to pout, bringing yourself to hug jake. your arms wrapped around his neck as he tightly embraced you.

he whispered apologies into your hair, kissing the side of your head.

“let’s not fight anymore, okay?”

“‘kay.” you responded quietly.

“merry christmas, jake.”

“merry christmas, baby.”

❅ ❅ ❅

milan’s note: i’ll try to get the rest of my missing chapters posted before the 25th :(

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|| Everlasting Ink ||

TattooArtist!Boyfriend!Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Reader -- Summary: You've always been Xavier's muse, inspiring and motivating his work, but right now he wants nothing more than for you to be his canvas for his most recent design. Warnings: MDNI/18+/Tattoo artist Xavier AU/Aged Up characters/Spice/Xavier giving reader a sternum tattoo/Kissing/Pet names (Angel;Babe;My love)/Pinch of Possessive!Xavier A/N: This is the first fic I'll be posting here, so I hope you guys like it! (Also this was written at 1am so apologies for any mistakes)^^

It had been 15 minutes since Xavier started looking at you, still cleaning and sterilizing his tattoo gun, and he has yet to look away. You were reading a book you had picked up from the library before you met up with your boyfriend in his art shed, that was hidden in the woods on Nevermore's campus. Though you were deeply invested in your book, you couldn't shake the feeling of his gaze, so you glanced up to meet his adoring eyes.

"What?" You laughed out, inspecting his face. He looked like a kid who was scared to ask his mom for some candy, but his eyes were much wider (lost in thought, clearly), and his cheeks slightly more red.

"I uh.." He cleared his throat and looked down at the cloth and tool in his hands, that he had been thoroughly wiping every inch for the past several minutes; before continuing "My love, and you can absolutely say no, but well- I finished a design that I've been working on, and I was hoping to tattoo it on you?" He placed his tattoo gun on the desk before quickly rummaging through all his papers before finding his sketch book.

You stood up from where you sat and approached his chair, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind as you stared at the drawing he flipped open too. You already knew you would probably have let him the moment he asked in such a sweet tone, but you were stunned by the piece. It was a fairly larger sternum tattoo, that would wrap around your chest and peak in between your boobs. The drawing had such intricate details, and little parts that made it appear that he had designed it just for you. Even the chest model he had drawn matched yours damn near perfectly.

"Xavier.. That's beautiful, I'd be honored to be you canvas." You said the last part in a fake, more proper sounding accent. His eyes lit up and his head snapped back so he was facing you. You could've swore that if he had a tail it would be wagging.

"Wait seriously? Like now? Can we do it now?" You could only imagine how long a piece like this would take, and it was already pretty late, but you had enough caffeinated drinks that you really didn't care, with the look he had stuck on his face you'd probably let him cover every inch of your body in his drawings, hiding your skin away in the ink.

--

That's where you sat now. Lying on your back, topless and staring at the drawing of your tattoo in his book. Your page. Sure, he had a lot of drawings of you, but this was different. It wasn't your face, your body, your hair. No, this was you. This was something that clearly showed that he took a great look into who you really were. Each line told its own story; then you noticed it, scattered throughout it was letters, unnoticeable unless you were specifically looking for it, letters that spelt out his name. A grin climbed onto your face, as closed the book, setting it on the desk closest to you. You looked down at the boy with long brown hair, who's bangs had now been tied back.

"Your name huh? Claiming me now?" Blood now rushed back to his face. It was a part of the design he had completely forgotten about. A part that he sketched out while thinking about you with his name stained onto your body, showing that you were truly his, and his alone.

"I forgot about that, babe I promise I wouldn't try to tattoo my name on you without perm-" but you cut him off. He was almost frantic, which was cute, but always led to him rambling on nervously for at least 10 minutes.

"I like it, its not like its in bold, neon ink, keep it. Please?" You added the please with a small whine for good measure, to make sure he wouldn't feel bad about it. He just nodded and started prepping you for the stencil.

This was your first tattoo, so you weren't exactly prepared for the cold liquid to be sprayed on your body, but when it was you couldn't help but flinch, which made your usually gentle boyfriend, push down slightly on your chest.

"Angel, I know you've never had this done, but for this I'm gonna need you to stay perfectly still once I get the gun out." His voice was stern and dry, a huge change in pace from the timid boy from a moment ago, but not an unwelcome one. You found it quite attractive the way he could switch back and forth like that. You just nodded, and went back to admiring him at work.

-

It had been several hours since he started the tattoo, it was decently painful, but at the same time felt really nice. You had finally adjusted to the way he was doing it, when he suddenly lifted the tool and stood up, readjusting himself. You thought he was just stretching after sitting uninterrupted for so long, but instead he moved onto the table where yo were, positioning his knees on either side of your hips, squeezing you gently to keep you in place. How flustered you were must've been clearly shown on your face because, still keeping the machine away from you, he leaned down and kissed you, you could feel his smirk in the kiss. He was loving this. You'd been watching him the entire time, not his work, but his face and body movement, and he knew it. He himself had a hard time keeping his eyes on his art. Your breasts were completely exposed to him, and he loved knowing that he was the only one allowed to see you like this.

He finally broke the kiss, giving you a moment to fix your breathing, and stop moving before returning to the tattoo.

-

It was nearing sunrise when the tattoo was done and yet you both still felt wide awake. He hadn't moved from his spot straddling your waist since he got there, ,but he did have to pin down your shoulder every so often when it tried to move on it's own. He was surprised that you didn't ask him to stop for a break at all. You were in a trance like state watching his every movement, but at the very least it kept you still. He brought his phone out and took a photo of "the tattoo" He told you, but you knew exactly why he was so precise with his angles.

[spamgyu]

COLLEGE!Mingyu drabble – haircuts and contact pictures

no bc college!mingyu as someone who lives down the hall from your dorm and you always run into him doing something questionable

College!Mingyu Masterlist

"Mingyu this better be good." Y/n mumbled, not bothering to say hi.

She was home for the weekend for her older brother's birthday. She thought that being away from her school assigned living quarters would grant her a break from her father's golden player – but boy was she wrong.

Mingyu was clearly making good use of her phone number, sending her random memes and tiktoks he found. He didn't care if she would simply react to his messages with a thumbs up or haha reaction Apple provided it's users for their messaging app – he continued to send them anyways.

She thought that would be the end of it.

But what more did she expect from him.

Y/n was lounging in her childhood home's living room, catching up on her favorite sitcom, when the phone on her lap began to ring – he was facetiming her.

It's not like she had anything better to do.

Swiping to accept the call, Mingyu's face instantly filled the screen.

"I got bored today and did something." He giggled, fiddling with the hat on his head.

"Your homework?"

Shaking his head no, he took off the fitted cap – showcasing the mess that hid under it.

Throwing her head back, letting out a loud laugh. "What the fuck?"

"I cut my hair."

"You look like a troll doll." She fell over onto the couch, all while the boy on the other side of the screen tried his best to keep a straight face.

"My sister said I look like a sucked out mango seed."

"Help." Y/n laughed even harder, hitting the cushion – moisture beginning to pool in her eyes. "Let me screenshot this."

Mingyu sighed, keeping still.

It was all an act. He enjoyed every minute of this – making her smile.

He knew how ridiculous he looked. In fact, he had seen what he looked like before ringing her, and he knew that the second she caught glimpse of how stupid he looked, she would be sent into a fit of laughter.

It was music to his ears.

His favorite sound.

"This is your new contact picture."

"New?" He gasped, putting the hat back on. "What was the old one?"

"Your bean sprout hair."

"I liked that one."

"I like this one more."

Mingyu bit back the smile that threatened to form on his lips. "Whatever, I got dirt on you too. Your brother sent me a picture of you sleeping."

Just like her father, Y/n's brother had grown fond of Mingyu – and not just because they were teammates.

Somehow, Mingyu was infiltrating her whole family. It was only a matter of time before he got to her mom.

The smile on her face fell. "I'm going to kill him."

"It's your contact picture." He beamed.

"Right after I kill you."

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[dumpywrites]

Fish in Disguise - Jin / Kim Seokjin

Prompt: Sworn enemies by day, restaurant mascot by night.

Prompt request: HERE

Genre/tags: Fluff, enemies to lovers(?), university au, they are both dumb lol

Pairing: Jin x she/her reader

a/n: Welcome home Jin!!! 💜 I was saving the only one Jin request I got to post it on his coming back date, but I didn’t finish it on time 😔

Your life was simple. You attend your classes by day and help your family’s restaurant by night. 

How you wished it was that easy though. You were on the verge of failing your classes, trying to balance your studies, social life, and work. All that while trying to make sure you get a good rest, which honestly, you had not been having in quite some time. 

The days were not exactly the smoothest ride. Being someone who was new to the town, you needed some time of getting used to. It was a big decision your parents made to move to a new city, but as their only daughter, you supported them fully. 

One thing that somehow helped you get through the day was this tuna mascot of a seafood restaurant next to yours. Yes, a mysterious man who refused to show you his face, in a full tuna fish costume, who you got to meet every weekend. 

The first meeting the tuna intern was actually kind of wholesome. You were helping your family setting up the store and he just appeared to be there, standing with a sign that had something about the freshness of their seafood written on it. The fact that he dropped the sign and helped you carry two boxes while still being in his full attire, still amused you until this day. 

And that was how your friendship bloomed. You would occasionally visit him and or just to say hi when he worked his shift. In return, he cheered you up with just simply being there. Sometimes meeting him and talking about random nothings just made you forget all your worries. 

**

“I heard you got paired with Seokjin for the group project.” 

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” You said to your friend as you yawned. 

“Why? He’s hot.”

“And a narcissist.”

“And still hot.” Your friend argued and laughed. “Stop being so sulky, I bet everyone’s jealous of you right now.”

“Minji, he’s dumb. Have you seen his test results?! I don’t want to fail history class just because of him!” 

“You’ll be fine! Plus, since he’s really easy on the eyes, just make him do the whole presentation and that’ll get you good grades.” Minji laughed again. 

“Ugh.” You rolled your eyes, as you kept your focus on your phone instead, scrolling through Instagram. 

“Why do you hate him so much anyway?” Your friend asked as she mimicked you slumping on the cafe table. 

“I don’t… it’s just.” You sighed. “I don’t know, he’s cute but he really didn’t have to rub it in my face like that.”

“You’re still not over that?”

Once upon a time you were at your campus festival. Enjoying your freshmen days, simply admiring people doing all the festivities from afar while you sip on your lemonade. The crowd felt a little bit overwhelming, intimidating even, since it had been only a week since you enrolled. 

That day was also the first time you met your friend Minji, the girl who was also a freshmen like you. You both were lost trying to find the main hall and somehow bumped into each other. 

Both of you were just passing through the food stalls and club fair when you came across a juice bar. You noticed how there were two attractive men in the booth. Clearly whatever their team or club was trying to do, was working because you and your friend stopped to sneak a look. 

One guy was extremely well built and had tattoos all over his right hand. The inks and piercings definitely did not match his doe-looking eyes though. On the other hand, the second guy looked like a prince. He had the most luscious lips and his skin was so clear that he looked like he might modeled for a skin care brand. The light brown hair was permed and styled. You also thought his smile looked very pretty. 

“Hello! We’re selling fruit juice to support our music club!” The one with tattoos kindly waved at you and Minji. 

“Oh my, they’re cute…” Minji whispered to you and practically dragged you closer to the stall. 

“We have strawberry, orange, mango, and peach.” The taller one mentioned with a grin. 

“You guys are really cute, you sure they didn’t tell you to watch the booth just because of that?” Minji chuckled. 

“I’m aware, not sure why they picked Jungkook right here when he could barely talk to women, but yeah.” The guy said proudly. 

“That’s not nice.” You said bluntly. 

“Oh, that’s just how he jo—“ Jungkook spoke, but was soon interrupted. 

“Why, you don’t think I’m good looking?” The man eyed you, judging.

“I think you’re full of yourself.” 

You heard Minji called your name in a low voice, trying to calm you down, but you refused to listen. 

“So you’re not denying that I’m good looking.” The man smirked at you as he scoffed. 

That comeback gave you the biggest ick and you proceeded to link your friend’s arm in yours. “Let’s go, we’re not buying shit from them.”

You dragged your friend away as you listened to the man who turned out to be Seokjin himself, whined from a distance. 

Ever since that scene, you swore you wanted nothing to do with the music club. It sounded pretty unfair considering you only despised Jin and the rest of the members did not wrong you in any way, but you had already made up your mind. That was until he failed art history class and now had to retake the subject, hence how you ended up being misfortune enough to get grouped up with him.

**

“Look, do you wanna do this project or not?” You folded your arms and crossed your legs. 

In the library, you sat down eye to eye with your worst nightmare himself, the self proclaimed “World Wide Handsome”, Kim Seokjin. You both had agreed to meet up for the project but you didn’t realize it would be this irritating. Hell, as much as he was easy on the eyes as your friend claimed, all you wanted to do was to leave and stay far far away from him.

“I just don’t get why I have to do all the verbal work here.” He complained. 

“You barely did the slides and research, of course you have to.”

“That’s because you just decided it by yourself??? I never told you to do all the work!” The guy said, now crossing his hands back at you. 

“You see why? Because this.” You pointed back and forth between the two of you. “How can we get any work done when all we do is argue when we are together?!”

“Why do you hate me so much?” 

The seriousness in Jin’s eyes scared you. He was staring straight into your soul and you did not like how it made you feel. Not even one bit. 

“Because you’re conceited.” 

“And the problem?” 

“See?!” 

“We’ve never been in normal conversation before, you can’t just decide that.” 

Once again your eyes met his and you felt stuffy, nervous, but mostly anger. The thing was, you began to question yourself. Was the excessive anger really necessary or were you biased because of the bad start? Not like any of that mattered anyway.

“Screw you.”

You stormed out the library, making sure you stomped extra hard, childishly so he could see how pissed off you were. 

**

“Someone’s in a bad mood…”

“Oh, hi.” You waved at the moving Tuna mascot, trying to form a smile. “I’m just really tired today, that’s all.”

“Aww, come tell papa tuna about it.” 

He moved closer to you as you kept wiping the tables. It was already at closing hour and he should be off his shift right now. It was sweet how he sometimes would stay longer just to accompany you cleaning. 

“Eww, since when do I call you papa?” You cringed, but laughed. “Don’t tell me you’re like super old or something?”

“Oh, I’m older than you alright.” He chuckled. 

“How do you know?”

“I just know.” He patted his chest through the costume. “So? What’s wrong?”

“I kinda have this group project.” You said, hands still spraying cleaning products onto the table. “And I got paired with someone I don’t particularly like.”

“Oh…” He muttered. There was a hint of disappointment in his voice and you wondered why. 

“It’s fine, the project’s almost done anyways.” You smiled at him and moved to the next table. “You’re not going home?”

“I might stay for a couple of minutes.” He took the empty seat not too far from you. “I don’t have morning class tomorrow.”

“You’re also in uni?” 

“That’s for you to find out.” He snickered. “Anyways, tell me more. What’s bothering you?”

“Okay, you tell me. Am I wrong if I dislike someone because they’re like, I don’t know, so full of themselves?”

“Hmm.” The tuna guy put his hand under his chin comically, making him look funny and adorable. “Have you maybe try talking with them about it?”

“Why would I? He clearly doesn’t want anything to with me.” You sighed. 

“Has he ever said that to you?” 

“Well no, but that’s not really necessary when his action is already telling me that…”

He went quiet for a second, humming to himself before responding. “You’re right. Maybe he made a bad impression. But maybe, just maybe, if you give him a chance he could be a decent person?”

“I don’t know, he’s very popular and there’s really no reason to talk with him anyways.” You shrugged. 

“Right…” 

“But I kinda feel bad for walking away from him today.” You said with a sad expression. 

“How so…?”

“Dunno, maybe I shouldn’t just decided on my own and did all the paperwork myself…” 

“Maybe you should apologize?” The guy said in an unsure tone. 

“I don’t know how.” You sighed. “What if he just laugh at me or something?”

“He wouldn’t. Trust me.”

You didn’t know why, but his words sounded weirdly assuring. “I’ll think about it.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” The guy gave you two thumbs up. 

“It’s getting late, you should head back. Being a tuna for hours must be tiring.” You smiled at him. “Oh, wait.”

“What is it?”

You quickly ran back inside, leaving the man in the costume alone sitting on one of your restaurant tables. When you came back, you had one plastic container with a few pieces of fried chicken inside. 

“Here.” You extended your arm to him with a big grin. “You must be hungry after standing up all night.”

“You don’t have to!” He suddenly stood up. 

“I insist.” You grabbed his fluffy arm and put the container in his hands. “As a thanks, for being my friend.”

“Come here I need to hug you for this.” 

You laughed and gave him a big hug. “You’re so fluffy!” 

He patted your head playfully. “Don’t rub your face on me, they never wash this costume.”

“Eww.” You scrunched your nose and quickly let him go. “I’ll see you next week?” 

“Yeah.” 

** 

Today, you had decided to finally swallow your ego and actually try to have a normal and functional conversation with Jin. It was almost surreal to think that you practically swore to have nothing to do with the music club, but now here you were, standing right in front of their club room. 

It took you almost ten minutes of pacing back and forth before you finally knocked on their door. The response was not immediate, as their room was loud, filled with music instruments playing. Once the door opened, someone with a very warm smile greeted you. The colorful outfit and his tinted glasses made him look so hip, you thought. He held the door slightly ajar, just enough to fit his body to peek at you. 

“Hello, what can I do for you?” 

“Hi, uh… I’m Y/N and I’m looking for Seokjin? Is he here?”

The guy widened his eyes and looked back inside the loud room. “Yeah, he’s here.”

“Cool. Can I maybe borrow him for a few minutes? He’s my history project partner…” You said and smiled awkwardly. 

“Do you wanna come inside?”

“H-huh?” You pointed at yourself. “Me?”

“Who else.” The guy chuckled. “We’re almost done but you might need to wait for him to wrap up.” 

You replied with a skeptical “okay” and quietly followed the man from behind. The sound of drums and laughter filled the room and the bright decorations matched the vibe and atmosphere the place was giving. There were a few people inside and one was the boy with tattoos that you recognized from before. 

“Usually we have more people around, but there wasn’t any official activity today so it’s just us.” The guy who opened the door for you explained. “I’m Hoseok by the way, you can call me Hobi. Want me to introduce you to them?”

“Why is Y/N here?” One blond guy suddenly spoke as soon as he saw you. 

“You know me?”

The guy playfully shrugged and grinned. “Jin sometimes talks about you.”

“Really?” You asked, genuinely shocked by the news. 

“Uh… Jin? Jin?? Someone’s here for you.” Hoseok intervened. 

“What? Who—” You heard the man shouted back, but he was unable to finish his sentence as soon as your eyes met. 

“Hey, uh… can we talk for a sec? I won’t be long.” You said. 

“Like right now?” He looked at you questioningly. 

“Yeah.”

“Okay, give me one sec.” 

“So, you’re Y/N huh?” The same blond guy came up to you from behind. “I’m Taehyung, but they call me V.” 

“Stop trying to make your stage name happen, Tae.” Hoseok said. “The one with the bucket hat there, is Yoongi. The tall one is Namjoon, and Mr. Tattoos and piercings right there is Jungkook.” 

“Usually our main group has one more person but Jimin’s sick at home.” Taehyung mentioned. 

You nodded politely. In your head, you were still processing the information that Jin was apparently talking about you to his club friends. You wondered what made him do so. You wondered if he bad-mouthed you, if he told all the ugly things about you, telling his friends how much you annoy him. 

But why do his friends just seem so… friendly? None of them acted hostile towards you. The first two that spoke to you were really nice and bubbly, and even Jungkook who was with Jin the first time you met him, smiled when he saw you. Surely they would had acted differently if Jin hated you that much. 

“Alright, let’s go?” Jin approached you. 

“Uh, yeah.” The newfound information got you feeling nervous. 

“It was nice meeting you!” Hoseok waved at you cheerfully and the rest smiled and nodded at you as you waved back awkwardly. 

“They didn’t say weird things to you right?” Jin said as soon as both of you closed the door behind. You were now walking aimlessly across the campus hallway. 

“No, I guess…” 

“Awesome.” He clasped his hands together. “What do you want to talk about?” 

“Oh yeah that…”

Right, what was you wanted to talk about again? How could you talk when his soft fluffy hair was just there, distracting you. And now that you were standing up facing each other this close, you had never realize how well built and tall he was. Screw the universe for making him so attractive. 

“Yeah?” 

“I want to apologize… for last time.” You looked away, rocking your body back and forth again out of nervousness. “I’m wrong for deciding to work on the project myself. I should’ve at least try to work things out to find the middle ground with you.”

“Pfft…”

You looked at him in disbelief. How could he laugh when you were trying your best to apologize to him properly??? 

“Excuse me?!”

“Sorry, your expression… it’s so cute.”

“Cute?!” You were offended by this point. “Forget what I said. You’re beyond saving.” 

“Wait! No, that’s not what I meant…” He tried to stop you but it was too late. 

You did not want to hear more from him. Was it really that hard to just take you seriously? You felt ashamed to even think that you could at least have a normal conversation with him. You were right all along.

And so you chose to ignore him. A few days passed and it was only two days left until your final presentation. Quite frankly, you could not care less. You had given him all the material and all you needed for him to do was to just blatantly accept his role. 

“Mr. Tuna?” 

You were now back with your night cleaning duties again, accompanied by your fish friend. You had told him everything about what happened between you and Jin, needing reassurance and validations for being angry at him. 

“He really did you know… He laughed at me.” You bit your lips, maintaining your emotions. “Do you think I’m in the wrong? I’m not, right? Like what did I do? Am I ugly? Does he not want to talk to ugly people is that it???”

“You’re not ugly.” 

“Well I don’t think so either… but what if I am in his eyes??? Maybe he just doesn’t want to associate himself with—“

“I don’t think you’re ugly!!!” The guy suddenly spoke up, a little louder than he intended. 

You were taken aback for a second, and smiled. “Thanks, but I was talking about that person.” 

“I cannot defend him anymore, I think it’s valid for you to hate him.”

“Why do you sound so sad?”

“Would you hate me if I turned out to be someone you know?” He asked without answering your question. 

“Huh? Why suddenly?”

“Just answer it.” 

“I don’t know, but I guess I enjoyed talking with you and I consider you as my friend if not best friend at this point already. I don’t think it would change anything.” You assured.

“Promise?”

“Why?” You looked at him suspiciously. “You’re scaring me, am I going to get a face reveal soon?”

“Who knows.” 

**

The presentation day finally has arrived upon you. Everyone was seated with their corresponding partners and you were still sitting alone, as Seokjin was nowhere to be seen. The class session had already begun and you were minutes away from your turn. It was unbelievable the amount of disrespect that this man chose to show to you, by not showing up at all. 

Your team was next in line. At this point you had given up all hope. Maybe it was for the best that you present it yourself since you did all the research anyway. 

In the midst of the presentation in front of you, you saw how everyone’s eyes shifted to the back of the class in a flash. They stopped for a brief seconds, fake coughing to regain their composure, before continuing. They occasionally stole glances up and down, eyes looking dubiously. 

Your curiosity was not left hanging for too long because just seconds later, someone in a big tuna fish costume just took the seat next to you. As a matter of fact, you were very familiar with the costume itself, but the reason behind him being in your class was truly bizarre to you. 

Everyone was looking at your direction at this point and you were scared to ask any question. In your head you were starting to connect some dots, but too afraid to actually confront them. Some parts of you refused to believe it.

It was too implausible for them to be the same person. One was selfish and conceited, while the other was funny and caring. There was simply just no other explanation for the situation. You began to question your own sanity. Perhaps the lack of sleep had started to catch up on you.

“I’ve read all the emails you sent me. Don’t worry, we’ll ace this.” The guy suddenly spoke. 

Hearing his voice from inside the mascot suit just sealed the deal. You had been friends with the guy you despised so badly this whole time without knowing. Not only that, you basically told him stories about himself and mentioned how bad of a person you thought he was. 

He stood along with you when both of your name was called, fully confirming that the name belonged to him. Everyone started whispering and some started laughing immediately upon seeing the hilarious looking costume. 

“Hello everyone, we’re from team seven and we’re now about to present to you about the history of mixed media.” He waved playfully while you were standing stiff right next to him. “As you can see, I’m in this costume that I had to convince the restaurant that I work at to let me borrow.” 

Everyone laughed again in unison. 

“You may wonder why, and the answer is because my partner right here,” He pointed to you. “She did all the research herself because I was being a dumb jerk.” He moved his body, looking at the direction of the professor. “I know that’s not great for my name but I promise I’ve learned all the materials she had sent me well. So the least I could do to her was to give you all an entertaining presentation…”

The presentation then went on fully with him still with the suit on until the very end. All you did was simply pressing the next button as he deciphered the slides, entertaining and engaging the audiences, even the professor himself. He truly was a charming guy and no mask could hide that. You should have had realized that sooner. 

It just did not make any sense to you. How could he hated you while at the same time acted like your best friend in another form?

“I’ll go change and we’ll talk?” 

You just looked at him, no words at hand. Everything still felt so unreal. You watched as he strugglingly entered the washroom. He went out minutes later with sweat clinging to his t-shirt, hair damp from the heat of wearing the costume. With the set hugged in his hands, he mentioned something about sitting down somewhere, and you just followed from behind. 

“Do I smell?” 

You shook your head quietly. 

“Oh cool.” He chuckled awkwardly. “Is my—“ He huffed before even finishing the sentence. “I’m sorry, I’m stalling.” 

For some reason his smile seemed differently now that you were seeing him in a new light. 

“Here I am, I guess…” He laughed nervously. “I understand if you don’t wanna be friends again after this. I just wanna say that I’m truly sorry for what I did.”

Why was he speaking like that? Why was he speaking in the way your friend spoke? All with that damn annoyingly attractive face?

“The first time we met, I was being sarcastic.” He stated. “If you actually let Jungkook finish, he was about to tell you. I love that boy a lot, he’s a really nice guy, you know.” 

“You were?”

His smile brightened when you finally opened your mouth and said something. It was the first time he heard your voice today and it felt like a huge weight just lifted off his shoulders. 

“And uh, about when you apologized… I honestly didn't mean to laugh. I know that's what you feared but honestly I just got nervous.”

You raised one of your eyebrows at him. “You? Nervous? I’ve seen neither Mr. Tuna or the Seokjin I know being nervous.” 

“You were really cute that day.” He smiled giddily, a rosy tint covering his cheeks. 

That was new.

“Oh my god, I need some getting used to seeing you say that with your real face.” You looked away, the corners of your lips curled up helplessly. “So, when I met you as Mr. Tuna you’ve already known me?”

“Yeah.” He sighed with a smile. “I’m sorry, I was a coward. I should’ve told you sooner but you keep avoiding me at campus and you don’t exactly like the real me either so…”

“But this is the real you, right? The one that helps me out and listens to me rambling every weekend?” 

He nodded, making you smile. “Can we be friends?”

“We already are, dummy.”

He exhaled loudly, grinning like an idiot. “Truce?” He offered his fist.

“Truce.” You shook your head and gave him a fist bump.

“Alright, we usually finish with a hug…” He looked at you with side-eyes. “It might feel slightly different without the costume and all—“

You cut his sentence short by jumping him with a big hug, surprising the guy.

And you know what, the hug did not actually feel that much different. It was still fluffy, fuzzy, and soft like how the used costume material would rub against your skin when you hugged him. Because when he hugged you back, you were sure you felt all of that even when he was without the mascot fish attire.

You felt that inside your heart.

Prompt request: HERE

[mochamvgz]

love you twice

; you hurt yourself the night before prom

; lee heeseung x reader

; genre: fluff, comfort, high school au, established relationship, fem!reader, non idol!heeseung

; warnings: reader twists her knee no mentions of blood, cursing, self depreciative thoughts (reader considers herself a burden)

; 2k words

; perm taglist: @inkelea @bunreis @sobun1est

“fuck fuck fuck please tell me this isn't happening!”

you croaked, sitting on your bed and leaning against the wall with an ice pack on your now-swollen knee.

how did that happen, you ask?

funny stupid story: you were walking back home after picking up dinner, two packs of instant ramen, from the convenience store down the street. you were a few blocks from your place when you realised you forgot to get yourself a drink. as you turned on your heel to go make a detour back to the small store, you felt your left knee twist the wrong way and, with impeccable timing, a sharp bout of pain shot up your leg. you used the lamp posts lined along the street to get to your apartment, taking it easy so as to avoid tripping.

upon finally reaching home, you set the ramen on the countertop and grabbed the ice pack from your freezer, making your way to the couch to ice your throbbing knee.

coming back to the present—your eyes were getting watery as you panicked because senior prom was literally the next day!!!

you'd been looking forward to it since forever and the possibility that you might have to miss it—and potentially dissappoint your boyfriend who had been just as excited as you—was what made the tears finally spill out.

putting the ice pack down on the couch, you wiped them away with a sniffle and unlocked your phone, opening your messages app to let heeseung know you wouldn’t be able to make it tomorrow. however, your previous texts grabbed your attention, and you scrolled up to see text bubbles with far too many exclamation marks and plans to match fits. you felt the tears return and put your phone away.

“please let this shit be better by tomorrow” you whispered to yourself. dinner long forgotten, you made your way to the bathroom to wash up and go to sleep.

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the hot air from the blow dryer hit your hair and exposed neck. yes, you were getting ready for prom. no, your knee wasn't much better. your plan was to power through because, one, you weren't about to miss out on something as monumental as senior prom and, two, you really didn't want to let heeseung down.

you'd asked him if you could meet him straight at school rather than him coming to pick you up because you knew that despite his excitement for the event, he would make you stay at home and take care of you.

your phone buzzed—you looked down at the screen to see a bunch of texts from none other than your boyfriend.

waiting for my uber

can't wait to see you all dolled up for me!!!

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a smile played on your lips as you replied.

you quickly finished putting on your makeup and called yourself an uber as well.

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you got there before heeseung and were waiting for him not too far from the entrance. you were trying not to put much of your body weight on your injured leg, but, as a consequence, your other leg was beginning to cramp from the excess pressure. you persevered nonetheless.

just then, you saw heeseung enter and the first thing he did was look around trying to find you. your heart rate picked up.

god he looks so attractive in that damn suit!!

you smiled as you watched him look for you—you didn't make a move though, partly because of your knee, and partly because you found his confused face cute.

he turned to one of his friends nearby, probably asking if he had seen you. his friend scanned the area, spotting you almost immediately as he gestured towards you as if to say “there she is!” heeseung looked in the direction, eyes glancing over you without any hint of recognition as he turned back to his friend with a puzzled expression.

you chuckled at his silliness, finding the fact that he was so giddy he could barely think straight downright adorable. you were so whipped for this guy, it was hopeless. the feeling was definitely mutual, though.

his friend once again gestured towards you with a little more exasperation, most likely saying “she's right there dude!” your boyfriend's eyes roamed over the room once again, with more concentration this time.

he finally found you after turning back to his friend a third time and you swear the way his eyes lit up as he flashed you that smile he always saved just for you caused your heart to melt into a goopy puddle making a wide grin appear on your own face.

“there you are! you look so gorgeous in that dress i might faint! not that you don't look pretty in general.” he reached out to grab your hand.

“you're one to talk, just look at yourself!” you noticed he was bouncing on his feet with excitement.

“whoa there, calm down”

“sorry, i'm just really stoked to be here with you!” his smile turned slightly bashful.

suddenly, you hissed in pain and squeezed your eyes tight, balling your free hand up in a fist.

whoops, guess i shouldn't have stood for too long.

concern immediately overtook heeseung's face.

“you okay there honey?”

it took you some time to form a response as you were focused on processing the pain. when you did however, it wasn't an answer but another question.

“can we find someplace to sit?”

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after you both were seated on a bench you found outside the venue, heeseung didn't repeat his question right away. he watched you massage your knee with worry etched on his face, not knowing what to do.

“do you wanna ice it..maybe..? i can get some ice from the drinks counter and wrap it in my handkerchief?”

“no no it's alright, i just iced it last night.”

“wait- last night??? you hurt yourself last night and didn’t think to tell me?? why did you even come?? you should’ve stayed home!”

you bit your tongue upon realising your error. you were trying to reassure him that it wasn't that bad but instead you had increased his worry.

you gave him a pained smile. “we’d been looking forward to prom for so long, i didn’t want to ruin it...”

heeseung fell silent for while after hearing those words, upset that you thought a mere event was more important than whatever injury you had.

“anyways, i think my knee is better now, let’s go meet our friends.” you broke the silence.

“you haven’t told me what’s wrong yet.” he pointed out.

“it’s not a big deal, really, i just twisted my knee while walking home last night.”

“do you.. want to try standing up?”

you nodded and he stood up first, offering you his hand as support which you gladly took and helped yourself up. you winced slightly as you did so.

“hey hey, take it easy.”

“hee, you know you don’t have to treat me like i’m made of glass.”

“i know, i’m just worried.”

you smiled at him reassuringly in a way that said ‘it’s okay, i’m good.’ but it ended up looking more like a grimace.

your boyfriend wasn’t having it,

“let’s get you home.”

“but-”

heeseung shut down your protests and was adamant on getting you home so you had no choice but to comply. he offered to carry you but you instantly declined, not wanting to be burdensome to him, or well, not more than you already were being, from your perspective.

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The cab parked by your apartment and heeseung helped you get out, you clenched your teeth, holding back a groan, as your knee pained from straightening after being bent for so long while you were seated. heeseung thanked the driver and paid the fare, helping you walk towards the lift after he was done, despite your insistence that you could manage.

once your door was unlocked, heeseung didn’t waste a single moment and picked you up bridal style, gently of course, he was careful not to make any sudden movements and accidentally send a jolt of pain towards your knee. again, he ignored your objections, focusing on taking care of you. he took the key out the keyhole on your front door and closed it behind you, taking off his shoes by the entryway. he carried you to your bedroom, setting your keys down on the kitchen counter on the way.

heeseung set you down on your bed carefully as you looked at him, your eyes shining with adoration. soon after, you directed your gaze towards the ground, letting your hair fall down to veil the majority of your face. you felt guilty; guilty for ‘ruining’ his night; guilty for ‘making’ him take care of you; guilty for ‘making’ him choose you over his own enjoyment; guilty for worrying him; and guilty for ‘being the cause’ of how ‘bored’ he was going to be for the remainder of the night.

thinking you were trying to hide your pained expression, your boyfriend squeezed your hand comfortingly, his heart breaking bit-by-bit as he realised you didn’t want him to see you be vulnerable. you felt tears pool in your eyes and you started blinking rapidly to get rid of them, you hated crying in front of someone. heeseung suddenly cleared his throat, startling you a little.

“you’ve got an ice pack in your freezer right?"

you nodded without looking up.

"i'll go get it real quick."

he didn't leave right away though, kneeling to unstrap your heels and taking them off so you could sit more comfortably on the bed and only then making his exit.

you were helpless against the onslaught of tears that followed—it felt horrible knowing you'd be upsetting him even more if he saw you in such a state, but you were powerless.

when heeseung got back with the ice pack and a glass of water, he froze at the doorframe hearing your sniffles, the pained sounds making him feel as if a heavy brick had just lodged itself inside his chest.

heeseung finally regained his sense of self and walked in, placing the glass of water and the ice pack on your nightstand. you wiped harshly under your eyes with the back of your hand as soon as you heard him come in, desperately hoping against hope he hadn’t caught you crying because that would be really embarrassing for you. you were known to be an optimistic, yet fierce and independent person and you hated showcasing any sort of vulnerability or weakness.

“does it hurt that bad?”

heeseung thought your tears were prompted by the pain, completely unaware of the tempest of guilt whirling inside your head. you made no reply, too busy internally cursing yourself for being so vulnerable and letting him see you cry. not receiving any sort of response, not even a nod or a shake of your head, only contributed further to his rising concern.

he knelt beside your bed, tucking away the curtain of hair shielding your face. you tried turning your head the other way but heeseung placed a finger under your chin, stopping you.

“hey, talk to me dear, i’m right here.” that rhymes!

“thanks for bringing me home and getting the ice pack, but you should probably head back before prom ends so i don’t ruin the rest of your night.”

“what? you think i’m just gonna leave you here?”

“i’ve done enough damage hee, i don’t wanna be a hindrance.”

your boyfriend scoffed at your statement; he was hurt you considered yourself a bother for him.

“you’re kidding right? you’ve got to be! i’m not going anywhere.”

his resolve was firm, not giving you room to argue with him any further, besides you were too tired to. you felt the waterworks return, rapidly blinking once again so as to not let them spill out. this time, however, heeseung noticed and sat in front of you on the bed, pulling you close as you buried your head in this chest, finally giving in.

“i love you.”

heeseung pressed a kiss on the crown of your head, blinking back his own tears.

“i love you too.” you mumbled into his shirt, causing him to feel the vibrations through his ribcage and right into his heart, making the brick in his chest disintegrate as you tightened the embrace.

"i love you more than anything, and you're worth so much more than you think."

heeseung was ready to say "i love you" twice and so many more times to you, he wouldn't hesitate even for a second to give you the love you deserved and you were prepared to do the same thing back.

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; a/n: firstly, huge thank you to @sunny-reis (ik this is the hundredth time i'm thanking you lmao) for beta reading this for me!! this fic wouldn't be readable w/out u<33 gonna disappear again after dropping this (i won't be sticking around to reply to asks sorry :(( ) the brainrot was getting to me okay🙄✋currently icing my own knee as i'm posting this lmao. the fic is mostly based on real life events (some dialogues and details are basically copy-pasted from my actual convo with my bf lol) also can't believe this is my longest fic yet🤯🤯 anyways i hope you enjoyed reading 💌<33

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[thelesbianpoirot]

Talking about boy moms for a bit because a post hit close too home. My mom never hugged me as a kid. I still find it strange to give and receive physical affection because she never showed me much. She cared for all my needs but she was so distant. Our bonding included her taking me to a women's clothing store for a couple days every summer to berate me about my weight and refuse to buy what I actually wanted, a black tshirt and jeans. She'd get me to a salon to get my hair painfully braided for school or permed, and badger me for complaining about pain and discomfort the whole time. We briefly watched a few movies and tv shows together, but then she was just so critical of me that I couldn't stand being around her. She'd remark how terrible I was at being a daughter she wanted, and comment on envious she was of other mother and daughters. As if I was to blame.

When my little brother was born and my big step brother came to live with us, I saw her making their favorite foods when they wouldn't eat the main dinner, buying them video games, not letting them clean, hugging them, calling them her princes, etc. She was no where as affectionate with me and my sister, yet she comments on how sweet and affection the boys are, and how all the girls want to escape her, my sister moved out at 16 (for a boyfriend's place) and I left at 17 (for college). I know there are many girls with close relationships with their mothers, but so many more with like coldness or hatred between them. Do you think the homosexual taboo is why some mothers prefer sons and some father prefer daughters. Is it just easier to give affection and love to the opposite sex child because that's what society trains you to do?

[i99zhuo]

Please make a routine guide inspired by Saranghoe u can refer to her youtube vlogs she us productive

How to live like Saranghoe .𖥔 ݁ ˖𖦹⭒°｡⋆

This is a guide on daily routines inspired by Tracy Sohn a.k.a Saranghoe! thank you for the request and sorry for the long wait!

content list (routines):

morning

study

workout

shower + self care

night

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✸ ꒰ morning routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

👛 Tracy is definitely NOT a morning person, so everytime she wakes up the first thing she does is check her phone for a few minutes. After that she gets straight up and opens up her curtains to let the light in.

Then she goes to her bathroom and uses a hair band to get her hair out of the way so she can brush her teeth and wash her face with a gentle foam cleanser. After rinsing it out she uses her skincare products; toner sheets, serum, cream and a tinted sunscreen!

🌷 Now she changes clothes, Tracy usually wears cute knit tops with some plaid skirts in basic colors (white, gray or black) and she also wears some dainty jewelry and leg warmers. Remember to put on a hair roller to style your bangs while you do your makeup!

It's time for makeup! Tracy usually does the same makeup routine, eyebrows, mascara, eyeliner, blush, lip tint and a shiny highlighter, oh! also she only puts on a bit of concealer since the tinted sunscreen already works as a glowy foundation.

🍥 Clean your room a little before packing the last things on your bag and spraying perfume to you out to your uni / school or have brunch!

✸ ꒰ study routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

Tracy usually takes digital notes on notion! and she always includes useful links with videos and resources so she can review them later. For language learning though, she copies the vocab on a notebook and reads it before her test so she can have them fresh in her memory. She also always studies listening to ost of her favorite animes, kdramas or manhwas!

🩰 After a long day of school she likes to take a nap and have some rest!

✸ ꒰ workout routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

If you're curious on how Tracy takes care of her figure you need to know that walking plays a huge role in it! In her vlogs she always goes to most places entirely by walking! You can do this too and start counting how many steps you walk in a day.

🏩 Also you can try and dance to an energetic kpop song like Hype boy by NewJeans, practicing multiple times a day can definitely replace a workout routine!

✸ ꒰ shower and self care routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

If you want to have a selfcare, start your shower routine by taking a long bath, use a bath bomb, some bubbles and candles to set the mood, you can even use a little tray to watch kdramas like tracy!

🛍 Then you can play some music to actually take a shower, take care of your hair with shampoo and conditioner and then clean your body with a cleanser and a loofah.

When you're done it's time for skincare, use some toner pads, serum, moisturizer, eye cream and lip balm! also apply cream on your body and cuticle oil on your nails.

💞 Next you can dry your hair and use some leave-in products to have extra soft and shiny hair!

One of Tracy's keys to look extra cute and pretty always is to get appointments with professionals to get facials, lash perms, haircuts and her nails done!

✸ ꒰ night routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

👚 Tracy usually dines out with her friends or family! After she arrives home she gets comfy so she can have a long study session! If you're a night person, try and get all your assignments done at this time to feel extra productive! And don't forget to have a late night meal/snack.

After getting all her school work done she relax on her bed, often with a sheet mask on (specially on winter) and watch anime or dramas until she falls asleep 

Good night!

heyyyyy I finally post again haha, sorry for making you guys wait for sooo long but I got my period and I was feeling soooo bad I wanted to disappear 💀 also idk why my liz post getting so much attention made me a little anxious so I procrastinated all my requests for so long hehe im sorry :(

well that's all I will try to upload my next requests soon !!!

toodlezzzz!!111!

[jakesangel]

jake x chubby!reader headcanon ꣑୧ - requested

꣑୧ jake is a partner down bad for his gf no matter how she looks. he will forever n alwasy tell you soft words about his stunning you are to him. so if your chubby, your cheeks, tummy, thighs n belly will always be worshipped. everytime you speak, or smile, or just exist, jakes head woud tilt on the side admiring you, trying his hardest to not interrupt you in your dialogue.

y/n, god your cheeks are so cute, he'd say pinching them, i love them so so so so much, kissing both of them. aaah and your smile, and your cheeks what am i supposed to do baby ?

꣑୧ as he gets cuddly, his face would go straight to your belly or in between your thighs, softly rubbing his face in it, smelling it, kissing it, even worshiping it.

baby, im so tired, he'd say plopping on the couch, his head going straight to your belly. can you stroke my hair baby please, looking up to you, w his infamous round eyes. and as your hair finally touch his hair, all his worry will leave his body, soon taking the warmth of you. you know i wouldn't trade you for anything in the world, he'd whisper, his voice muffled by your skin, i love you so so much, your body is so perfect and you're personally is so perfect, i could never want to lose you, he would finish kissing your belly. please never change ?

꣑୧ he would also never be ready to see you in your outfits, like more revealing or cutesy outfit will make him skip a heartbeat, every single time.

baby you're read- omg. i ? wow, you look amazing babe. hed saty breathlessly, body stoic in his place. could you twirl for me ? please ? seeing you sexily dressed, highligting your curves, would wired his last sane cells about you, not knowing what to do or act.

꣑୧ he is a cuddler, so you being chubby would literally be heaven for him. him dating a chubby person would help him get more on the cuddled/hugged, like little spoon or the one being taken care of.

babyyyy, can i please be the little spoon tonight ? hed say, asking potlity, a pout appearing. if you say no, his lower lip would further down and whine further more, please ? baby ?youre always so warm and so soft, and you smell so good and you're jsut so perfect. please ? he would even, wrap your arms around him, and cage himself, humming happily once settled.

꣑୧ seeing you talking down on yourself, or wanting to diet pure ply because of what people think of you would DEVAST him. if you're insecure, he would voice his feeling out more often to help you build your confidence, in front or others or not, he will alwasy let you know that you're pretty and the prettiest to his eyes. he would even help you with outfits, wanting nothing but help you to make you feel pretty as well.

notes : hai anon i'm so so sorry it took me so munch time to write it. i'm also so sorry it ain't my best work, i'm still not feeling quite alright writing post but i felt too bad to not write it sooner so here it is :/

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[wongyuseokie]

Masterlist: Seventeen 💎

Key: ☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ angst | ♕smut | ♥ completed works | ✍️ work in progress | 💯 written I just need to post it. 

Indi’s Note 1: I’m aware that this might be a very long masterlist hahah. Bear with me heheh 💎💕 Indi’s Note 2: These fics are most if not all NSFW and contains mature elements, if you are a minor please do not engage with my works. 💕 Quick member links below because this is a very long masterlist to save you some time💕...these will be updated accordingly!  Seungcheol | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Soonyoung | Wonwoo | Jihoon | Seokmin | Mingyu | Minghao | Seungkwan | Vernon | Chan © wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved. Do not, copy, edit, translate, my works, on any platform. I work hard on these stories. If you find it absolutely imperative to translate anything, MESSAGE ME FIRST 💕

🍒 Olive You ☆☀︎♥ Summary: Your boyfriend attempts to cook you breakfast after tiring you out the night before. Only problem? He’s not the most talented cook, but he’s a determined lover.

🍒 All Too Well ☆☀︎♕♥☁︎ Summary: You thought you met the man of your dreams. He was everything you ever wanted, but what happens when that dream falls apart and when that man is no longer the one you recognise? You want to love him against all odds because you believe things can be better. 🍒 Bake a Wish ☆☀︎☁︎ ♕ Summary: Seungcheol knows it’s silly. Getting this mad that you forget his birthday, but it only happens once a year. He’s too prideful to let it go so quickly, and you’re too determined to continue letting your boyfriend sulk.

🍒 One Trick Peony ☆☀︎♕ ♥ Summary: Choi Seungcheol could only do one type of floral arrangement, and the rest he’d pawn off to you, granted he got a ton of orders, but he would always take the orders for arrangements that he could never do. This time he went too far. He took an ‘only peonies’ arrangement–a painfully delicate flower–and took an order for a wedding, and with your luck, you’re the only two florists available that weekend.

🍒 Silky ☆☀︎♕ ♥ Summary: Your boyfriend got his hair permed and wants to know if it still feels as soft when you tug on his hair, mainly when he’s laid between your thighs. 🍒Count for Me ☆☀︎♕ ♥ Summary: You’re unsure what to get your boyfriend for Valentine’s. Thankfully, he has a plan, and you might just be very spent after giving him exactly what he wants. 🍒 Practice Makes Perfect ☆☀︎♕ Summary: Mingyu needed some help sexually. So his Hyungs decided to ask a simple favour of you, and who are you to say no to them? Besides, who could deny them pleasure? 🍒 Setting the Mood ☆☀︎♕ Summary: After a gruelling day, you want to make your boyfriend feel better and care for him. You think you’re in charge, but that lasts only a little bit. 🍒 Your Loss ☆♕ c.h.v | k.m.g | c.s.c | y.j.h | b.s.k Summary: Your ex-boyfriend and you broke up a few months ago, but you two remained friends, and of course, his nosy friends can’t help but pry and get as detailed as possible to find out what ended the relationship, and then, of course, offer to make only you feel better. However, they can. All while your ex-boyfriend watches.

🍒 Daddy Cheol (Fake Text) ☆☀︎♕ ♥ Summary: The one where you can't sleep, so you decide to text and tease your boyfriend until he snaps and tells you that you only come undone for him. 

😇 Gotcha! ☆☀︎☁︎  Summary: Jeonghan loves pranks, creating chaos and mischief, and you love it too, but one day he goes too far, and he’s unsure how to fix it because how do you fix a broken heart?  😇 Your Loss ☆♕ c.h.v | k.m.g | c.s.c | y.j.h | b.s.k Summary: Your ex-boyfriend and you broke up a few months ago, but you two remained friends, and of course, his nosy friends can’t help but pry and get as detailed as possible to find out what ended the relationship, and then, of course, offer to make only you feel better. However, they can. All while your ex-boyfriend watches.

🦌 Relax ☆☀︎♥ Summary: You and Joshua try role-play. He’s not very good at it, but he’s hot, so it works out anyways.

😼Crossing Lines ☆☀︎♕♥☁︎ Summary: Your boss is a dangerous man, and you foolishly messed up his schedule, now he’s pissed and you’re the only one that can fix the problem you caused. 

😼 Lollipop! ☆☀︎♕♥  Summary: You’re distracting your boyfriend while he’s working, and you do so by sucking a lollipop, but you’d much rather be sucking him. After a few moments of teasing, he snaps and decides to indulge you by tasting just how sweet you are. 😼Ugh! As If! ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend decided to take you into a drive-in movie for date night. Only problem? He looks scrumptious, and now your task is to ensure he knows just how good he looks without the others knowing.

😼 Sulky Jun (Fake Text) ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Jun looks incredible in his new drama, and you couldn't be more proud. You're just a little sulky about the amount of kisses. 

🐯 There Was Only one Bed ☆☀︎♕☁︎ Summary: You like Soonyoung, and Soonyoung likes you. You won’t tell him, and he won’t confess either, and your friends are tired of the back and forth and after concocting an elaborate plan that leaves you to share a room with the man you’re hopelessly in love in the hopes of a confession, or at least a night of torrid lovemaking.

🐱 Cuffed ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend’s latest photoshoot has you reeling and wanting more, and lucky for you, you have just the thing to keep him in place as you overstimulate him. 🐱Forgive Me? ☆☀︎♥ Summary: Your boyfriend is late and buys a giant teddy bear to help make his case. He just forgets how adorable he is. 🐱 Tasty ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend said the word tasty in a deep voice, and now he’s showing you what other things he likes to call tasty in that ocean deep voice.

🐱 Leaf Me Alone ☀︎☁︎ ♥ Summary: Jeon Wonwoo is the newest hire at your flower shop, and he’s handsome, tall and painfully shy, and worst of all, in the last three months, you’ve exchanged three whole sentences and nods, you never know what he’s thinking, but you can’t help but wonder if he’s annoyed by your presence. 🐱 Like a Cowboy ☆☀︎♕ Summary: Your boyfriend sang the line, “like a cowboy,” and that’s precisely how you want to ride him. 🐱 Practice Makes Perfect ☆☀︎♕ Summary: Mingyu needed some help sexually. So his Hyungs decided to ask a simple favour of you, and who are you to say no to them? Besides, who could deny them pleasure? 🐱 Super Shy ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend gets super shy when showered with affection, and it’s really adorable, so you won’t stop.

🐱Collage BF Wonwoo (Fake Text) ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Wonwoo has been sulking about the fact everyone is clowning his collage skills, so to show you how good he is, he decides to make a collage of your nudes. 

🐱Enough For You Social Media AU ☆☀︎☁︎ ♥ Summary: You care for Wonwoo a lot, arguably more than a friend, but he has reservations and feels smothered and instead tries to push you away because he's scared he can't be enough for you.

🐱Wonwoo’s Approach to a Threesome (Fake Text) ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: The one where Mingyu sees a nude of Wonwoo's girlfriend, and instead of getting mad, Wonwoo asks the involved parties if they want to have a threesome instead. 

🍚 Ruby Lips ☆☀︎♕ Summary: Your boyfriend looks incredibly hot while working and you can’t help but get distracted.

⚔️ Dolphin Like ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend once screamed like a dolphin, and you want to know if he can scream like that during sex, too, so what do you do? Overstimulate him until he does. ⚔️ Saddle ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend has gloriously thick and muscular thighs and accentuates them by wearing tight jeans, which only makes you want to climb and ride them.

⚔️Buzz Buzz ☆☀︎♕♥  Summary: Your boyfriend discovers your sex toys and is now wondering why you need them if you have him, but more importantly, he wants to see what they do to you.

⚔️Neural Networks ☆☀︎♕☁︎♥ Summary The Escape allowed Dokyeom to gain a new life, one full of feelings. When he meets you when you save him, he experiences all of them - but did you? Strange things start happening once Dokyeom meets you. You embrace him, love him, and protect him. But when the dust from the chaos settles, Dokyeom can't help but doubt you. You have needs different from his. It's almost as if you're not like him at all. ⚔️Sharing is Caring ☆♕♥ Summary: You and Mingyu have always fooled around, and no one really caught on, but today, Mingyu was feeling rather bold, and so not only do you now have an audience, but you also have two new joiners.   ⚔️Sleep Talking ☆♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend has a habit of talking in his sleep, and usually, it’s something very random, but tonight? He mumbled that he loved you in his sleep.  ⚔️ Stitches☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Seokmin is nothing if not the perfect boyfriend, so he decided to manscape a little to spice things up. Unfortunately, he wasn’t paying enough attention, and he’s been stitched up for a week. He’s determined not to let you in on why he’s rejecting your advances, but all it’s doing is making you think he’s not interested. Seokmin sees that you’re upset, but he just doesn’t know how to tell his girlfriend that he accidentally cut his penis and now has stitches in it. 

⚔️Better Than Me (Social Media AU) ☆☀︎♕☁︎♥ Summary: You and Seokmin have been dating for a few years, but now you're the star of a new drama with your co-star Rowoon, which makes Seokmin insecure. Seokmin tries his best to be supportive and understanding, but sometimes it's too much, and you're both unsure if your relationship can survive the jealousy and fights.

🐶 Pussy Drunk ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend loves your pussy. 

🐶 Drift Away ☆☀︎♕☁︎♥ Summary: You made the biggest mistake of your life, and now, Mingyu is trying his hardest to forget and forgive you, but how long till your infidelity rips you both apart? Besides, it’s not like you’d blame him. You hurt him. You did the one thing you promised never to do.  🐶 Exile ☆☀︎♕☁︎♥ Summary: You two were high school sweethearts, and your love story was something only found in the scripts of a shitty teenage rom-com, but he was a jock, and you were shy and quiet. It shouldn’t have worked, but somehow it did. Now, fast forward ten years, and things aren’t the same. Your lives aren’t the same; he’s stuck in the past, and you only focus on the future. Neither of you has your priorities straight, and neither realises that your present is a complete and utter mess. You won’t let him go because he’s all you’ve ever known, and he won’t let you go because you’re the only thing right in his life, but will love and high school promises keep you two together?

🐶 Posey Bee ☆☀︎☁︎ ♥  Summary: Mingyu is the new hire and the walking definition of pretty privilege. His clumsy thumbs have broken more vases than you can count, yet he brings in the most orders to your shop. It's all thanks to his handsome face, it’s annoying and unfair, and you’ve vowed that if this week he breaks another vase, you’ll feed him a cactus.

🐶 Practice Makes Perfect ☆☀︎♕ Summary: Mingyu needed some help sexually. So his Hyungs decided to ask a simple favour of you, and who are you to say no to them? Besides, who could deny them pleasure? 🐶Sharing is Caring ☆♕♥ Summary: You and Mingyu have always fooled around, and no one really caught on, but today, Mingyu was feeling rather bold, and so not only do you now have an audience, but you also have two new joiners.   🐶 Snuggly ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: It’s cold outside, and your annoyingly handsome roommate keeps leaving his very comfy leather jacket everywhere around the apartment,  and you’ve returned it to him multiple times, but this time you’re sure you’ll just keep it if he forgets it again. Except for the one time he returns to retrieve the jacket, he finds you in the most compromising position possible. 🐶 Tall Boyfie and His Tall Friend (feat. Rowoon) ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend has been neglecting you for long enough, and you decide to take things into your own hands. Is it your fault that your boyfriend’s very attractive colleague is there the night you decide to do so?  🐶 The One in Red ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: You had a plan for New Year, go out and find some hot guy, you found a hot guy, but he won't stop with his crappy puns and pick-up lines, but when he looks that good, you can ignore it.  🐶 Three’s a Company ☆☀︎♕ Summary: Your best friend claims that she’s better in bed than you, and your fuck buddy Mingyu doesn’t like that, but he’s open to sharing and changing your mind as well as hers. 

🐶 Your Loss ☆♕ c.h.v | k.m.g | c.s.c | y.j.h | b.s.k Summary: Your ex-boyfriend and you broke up a few months ago, but you two remained friends, and of course, his nosy friends can’t help but pry and get as detailed as possible to find out what ended the relationship, and then, of course, offer to make only you feel better. However, they can. All while your ex-boyfriend watches.

🐶 Jealous Mingyu Texts (Fake Text) ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: The one where Mingyu gets jealous about the outfit you're wearing to an event but can't do anything about it because no one knows you both are together. So what do you do? Naturally, you tease him until he snaps. 🐶 Wonwoo’s Approach to a Threesome (Fake Text) ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: The one where Mingyu sees a nude of Wonwoo's girlfriend, and instead of getting mad, Wonwoo asks the involved parties if they want to have a threesome instead.

🐸 Sharing is Caring ☆♕♥ Summary: You and Mingyu have always fooled around, and no one really caught on, but today, Mingyu was feeling rather bold, and so not only do you now have an audience, but you also have two new joiners.   🐸 Sweetest Kiss ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and you and your boyfriend are determined to make it the best one ever, and a little edible lingerie never hurt anyone in the process. 🐸 Zen ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: You have muscle soreness, so your boyfriend suggests yoga. It’s hard to stay calm and focus when he looks that good though.

🍊Slide ☆♕♥ (On Hold) Summary: You are sore after a very intense night, but you’re still very horny. So your boyfriend proposes an alternate solution.  🍊Your Loss ☆♕ c.h.v | k.m.g | c.s.c | y.j.h | b.s.k Summary: Your ex-boyfriend and you broke up a few months ago, but you two remained friends, and of course, his nosy friends can’t help but pry and get as detailed as possible to find out what ended the relationship, and then, of course, offer to make only you feel better. However, they can. All while your ex-boyfriend watches.

🐢 Your Loss ☆♕ c.h.v | k.m.g | c.s.c | y.j.h | b.s.k Summary: Your ex-boyfriend and you broke up a few months ago, but you two remained friends, and of course, his nosy friends can’t help but pry and get as detailed as possible to find out what ended the relationship, and then, of course, offer to make only you feel better. However, they can. All while your ex-boyfriend watches.

🦕 Taste of Metal & You ☆☀︎♕ Summary: Your boyfriend got his lip pierced and wants to know if you can feel it when he’s laying with his head between your thighs. 🦕The Best Day ☆♕♥ Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and your boyfriend has everything perfectly planned. 

[lady-charinette]

Love this post from @ofdreamsanddoodles about Buddy Daddies and had to add my own ideas:

Rei and Kazuki use different cosmetic procedures/hair & nail salon terms for killing people so Miri won't get suspicious about their actual jobs. Like "manicure" stands for torturing people for info by breaking their fingers/hands, "nose job" means an "inside job" from internal conflicts within enemy lines. "Fillers" mean assassinating a smuggling ring. "Perm" is for gunshots to the heads i.e. swift and quick kills. "On the go" means the assassinations are on a 'side quest' basis and aren't high priority missions. "Undercut" means covert/under cover missions.

Miri is convinced her dads are beauticians.

Whenever they bring Miri over to daycare, Miri always excitedly tells everyone how her dads give so many people "perms" and that this week especially many customers wanted "fillers" & "manicures" "on the go". Kazuki and Rei are embarrassed af

The daycare/kindergarten staff actually believe Miri's dads are beauticians of some sort bc of the flashy get-up they donned on her first day

Rei accidentally throws a whole head of lettuce at a bad guy's head thinking it was a grenade

Kazuki had beaten up gangsters with a carrot or celery stick more times than he cares to admit

It gets so bad that Rei accidentally gave the cashier at their local market mini explosive devices instead of coins to pay for Miri's candies. "Um...sorry, wrong change." (quickly pockets the literal mini bombs and leaves)

Kazuki gathers all the necessary intel for their next assassination but he accidentally writes an ingredients list instead of the goods the drug cartel wants to smuggle. Rei reading the list over:"What the fuck is 'pomelo' supposed to stand for and why does the cartel want to smuggle it to Italy?" Kazuki:"Oh shit."

Have Kazuki buy an oversized baby carrier, he playfully carries Miri around on his back when she wants to be carried, that way his hands are free to shoot people. Miri sometimes hands him ammunition from the back bc Kazuki accidentally lined his bullet belt with Miri's baby carrots (the only carrots she will eat without a fuss)

Rei and Miri have this (not) game where Rei secures all his and Kazuki's weapons to places that are out of reach for Miri. Miri always tries to get to them anyway. It gets to the point where Rei just tapes all the weapons to the ceiling and has to figure out a way how to reach his weapons himself

Rei and Kazuki have codes with their colleagues at work but they mix them up with the codes they developed for Miri.

Rei:"We don't have much to do today. Just a "perm" and some "manicures on the go"." A fellow assassin:"A what and...a what on the go?"

[love-toxin]

Omg fluffy fruity four aaaaaaaaaahh!!!! Just imagine them when you first agree to date all four of them though 😍.

They absolutely smother you with love. Individually they’re always coming up to you with a new gift (lol your two dummies Eddie and Steve nearly mauled each other when they realised they’d both gotten you the same present and didn’t communicate, until you tell them they both got you a gift card to the same place and it literally just adds up). They’re always taking you out on dates because finally they can do so! Everyone’s always calling you, and knocking at your door, and throwing rocks at your window, and climbing through your window; because you’re not living together yet, soon though, they hope, but until then, every day you’re with all, or some, or at least one of them! And you’re so happy because you’re favourite people in the world are. Just. Always. Smiling!!!! Every singly minute every one of them are all shiny eyes and big smiles because everyone’s so excited and in love and it’s all finally here!!!

FIRST DATE....FIRST DATE ON MY MIND....i want that first moment.....anon u are making me always smiling.....this was so fucking fun to write

(cws: steve pov, post-s4, references to s3, polyamory, roller rink date, first kisses, established relationships/friendships, secret relationships, angel can rollerblade, angel's confident + protective (you'll see), brief mentions of blood/broken bones/injuries/scars, post-recovery, extremely mild violence, flirting, teasing, fluff fluff fluffy fluff, featuring the eddie breaks his ass saga, fem reader.)

A group date has never been much on Steve's mind, he's usually been a lone wolf when it comes to the pursuit of love. Sure, he's been on double dates, like when he and Nance were first together--but never like this, never with people he's involved with joining in. It's never been like...."Hey, this is my boyfriend Eddie, and my girlfriend Nancy, and my platonic life partner Robin, and-"

Woof. Getting a little ahead of himself; this may be normal with the others, but this is technically a first date with you. He airs out his shirt with his hand, having worn his nicest red-and-white checkered polo with jeans and the leather jacket that Eddie had thrifted for him, although it's hung over the bench he and the other three are sitting on. Nancy's in a prim little baby pink dress that flares around her knees, white stockings and a matching cardigan that's joined his, Eddie's, and Robin's jackets, with her permed hair teased up so it fluffs out. Robin's got her cuffed acid wash jeans and a brightly patterned blue t-shirt tucked into them, her sneakers scuffed and scribbled all over with bright markers. And Eddie's dressed up a bit, his hair washed and curlier than ever with a sleeveless black Judas Priest tank top (one of the few he has that isn't ripped) and black jeans, the fit accentuated with a chain on his belt, rings aplenty, and a necklace close to his throat that he carefully constructed out of soda tabs for this particular occasion. Even Steve has to admit it's pretty impressive, although his eyes are distracted a little by the inky expanses of skin that Eddie's showing off more than usual. He's surprisingly chipper for having just recently recovered from his injuries and gotten out of long-term care, bobbing his head to the music that fills the roller rink as he takes a sip from his soda, before crushing the can and launching it into the trash nearby.

With the usual haunts not seeming romantic nor special enough, the four of them had agreed on a trip to the roller rink for your first date as a complete group. It's one of the new buildings that's gone up in the section where Starcourt used to be, and it feels a little nostalgic in a way, the neon lights overhead and coming off the arcade in the corner reminding him of the view out of Scoops--which is bittersweet for both him and his best friend. But Nancy had agreed that it would be therapeutic for both he and Robin to make a hopefully good memory here, that it would help put those bad ones to rest. Still, though, his leg is bouncing nigh uncontrollably as they wait for you to arrive, his heart still rocketing around his chest cavity at the thought of you not showing up. His brain is begging him to check his watch again, but he knows that it'll only make it worse, plus Eddie's bound to slap his hand away again if he tries it.

"Relax," Robin whispers from beside him into his ear, Nancy on her other side seeming just as anxious, although she's keeping cool and still with her hands folded in her lap. His partner in crime pats his shoulder and smiles, her eyes creasing with a reassurance he wishes he could take to heart so easily. Granted, you were Robin's friend first before you met any one of them face-to-face, so she's liable to know you the best. Although Steve knows that she's probably spent so much time fawning over you she might not catch everything you say the first time, especially thinking back to when she would rush out from the backroom of Scoops just to come out and give you free icecream. Even then, you were cute as a button--but on the promise of the best friend code and the crush code, he'd never snatched you up for fear of Robin's wrath.

He's still reminiscing on that memory with his elbows perched on his knees as he's hunched over, chin supported by his locked hands, so he misses when the other three's eyes light up at the sight of someone coming straight for them. But Steve's pulled out of his reverie by your voice, chilling and sweet in the same way that forces him to sit up and look with a jolt.

It's not hard to spot you at all. You're dressed in a cute skirt he's seen before, paired with a flowy top with big sleeves that cinch at your wrists, collar open a bit to show off your pretty neck and the delicate little necklace Robin had got you a couple birthdays ago. Plus a big, sweet grin that shows off your teeth and tugs his focus off of anything else for a moment as you greet them all with a wave, your other hand clutching your bag over your opposite shoulder.

Robin's the first to get up and hurry to meet you, throwing her arms around you in a big hug that you're happy to reciprocate with a tight squeeze. Nancy's next to smooth out her skirt and get to her feet, with Eddie so close behind he's practically on her heels as they gather around you for a "friendly greeting". They've still gotta be lowkey as much as they can--no lovey hand-holding or kissing certainly, but he was more worried about Robin keeping her eyes off yours and Nancy's legs and Eddie's hands off his own ass than anything else.

He's barely even aware that he's being rude, not coming up to join them in welcoming you and just staring. But when the others part with smiles on their faces for you to set your bag down with their stuff, you approach without an inkling of disgust on your face--and when you've stopped about an inch from him, Steve finally clears his throat and gets to his feet to stand at your height.

God, you smell amazing. And he's really glad he didn't say that out loud, but rather turns his energy towards something he does know how to do properly and with ease--be a gentleman.

"Hi." You beam, so close that the desire to kiss you feels just about impossible to ignore. You've got such plump, soft-looking lips, all glossy with the same cherry stuff Nancy and Robin use that just tastes divine.

"Hi." He breathes out, eyes stuck on you even when you giggle, and tilt your head down to cover your mouth with your hand--only then does he break into a laugh himself, mostly at himself for being so awkward when he intended to be totally suave. He's got a sense that you like this better, though. Because you're you.

"Your skates, milady." He reaches back to grab the pair he'd had tucked between him and Eddie by the laces, and holds out his hand to take your bag in exchange as he passes them over and brushes your knuckles.....how are you so soft?

"Thank you, sir!" You're all too happy to take them, and reach around yourself to hold your skirt back against your thighs as you plop yourself on the bench to put them on. In the meanwhile, the rest of them hurry to dress their socked feet with their own skates, either joining you on the bench or propping themselves up elsewise to tie them up tight.

Honestly, he feels like kind of a dingus for being so nervous. Not only are you a sweet person, but you've met them all before. You've cried and fought and bled with them, you joined the party late but you were the one to follow Eddie's lead when he ventured alone into Mordor--and you were the one to bring him back, half-dead and clinging to you with pale hands and a bloodied mouth. You, who had barely gotten to know them by then and had just gotten sucked in because you were worried for Robin, kneeling over Eddie and breaking his bruised ribs as you gave him CPR every agonizing minute on the way to the hospital. The Samwise to his Frodo, as he called you so affectionately while pumped so full of painkillers when he saw you for the first time after the fact.

It's hard to see that same girl today in you, sitting thigh-to-thigh next to him as you each lace your skates like you haven't got a problem in the world. You turn your head while you do so and catch him staring again, but with a wink you somehow spark the desire that lies inside him to burn even hotter. And then you're gone, up and on your feet to roll yourself towards the opening to the rink, with Eddie already there with a hand outstretched to help you down the step. It's a bit of a trek for himself as he follows your lead, but he manages without too much hassle and it's much easier to roll along once he's on the shiny, waxed ground of the rink.

Being a Friday night, the roller rink is populated with a decent amount of people, but it's thankfully not overcrowded--just enough for you all to seem like normal friends as you skate together, but not enough that you'll feel like you're being watched every second that you're there. Which, after the Russians, is a big fear for him that lurks in the back of his mind on more days than not.

It becomes obvious very quickly that there's a distinct range of skill level between the five of you; Nancy's pretty solid on her feet, and so is himself to a lesser extent, but Robin is a bit shaky and Eddie.....lord, the man is the opposite of suave. He's barely keeping himself up, and he can already hear the complaining and grumbling from a few feet ahead where you four have gotten a head start. But you glide up to Eddie's side, speaking gently with your hands reaching for his as you help him away from the wall.

"There you go! You got it, see?" Feeling already like he's getting left behind again, Steve propels himself forward to join the rest of you, and gets a knowing look and a smile from Nancy that soothes his beating heart for the moment.

"Feel like I'm gonna fall on my ass-"

"Can I give you a tip?" With your hands locked together, you two drift back to cut in front of your other three dates, and it's really quite impressive that you're managing to absorb Eddie's horrendous lack of balance that's causing his feet to slide every which way, and forcing him to keep catching himself.

"Course you can, sweetheart."

"Don't fall on your ass." You chuckle at your own joke, but you're nice enough to show him your form and wait for him to adopt it, mimicking the stance of your legs so he can stand on steadier ones of his own.

"Aw, don't wanna breathe life back into it?" Just as he's grinning like a fool, you tug him forward and catch him by the elbows as he collides with your chest, a whisper boldly uttered into his ear before you let him go and skate on ahead a few feet. Whatever you said, Eddie's blushing hard--and when he turns back to the other three, all Steve catches is him mouthing "Holy fuck!" with a huge grin and eager eyes.

"Coming anytime soon, kiddies? Or am I skating alone?" You laugh uproariously, showing off by taking a few rolling steps backwards before you turn and skid off towards the curve of the arena. And Steve's not gonna be left watching again--he's gotta reclaim his title as King Steve, and does so by shooting off after you with Nancy and Robin just a few steps behind, the two of them encouraging Eddie along who thankfully seems confident enough now to keep up. It doesn't take long for him to catch up, and when he does, you don't seem one bit bothered by his presence--which at first puts him off, wondering self-consciously if maybe your teasing is a ruse and you haven't got any affection for him and just for his partners. A glimpse of conceited terror flashes by, and he considers the image of the ones he loves leaving him because you'd rather them instead of him.

Thankfully that doesn't slow him down, though, because then he would miss the bite of your lip as you check him out from head to toe when he rides up beside you and matches your pace. It disappears when you realize he's looking, but your expression doesn't fall, which is a good sign....hopefully.

"You look really pretty tonight, by the way. I meant to say that earlier, but you left me speechless." Luckily for him, it seems that cheesiness is your kind of romance--because you seem genuinely flattered, your hair whipping back as you two have a little moment together, riding round the curve to hit a long stretch of track again.

"I'm glad I'm not the only one." His brow raises, and he leans a little closer into your space with a "Really, now?", unawares that the whiff you get of his cologne is totally striking you into the dreamy lover zone. "Really! Nancy looks so good in her dress--I'll have to borrow it off her sometime."

Oh, so you are a jokester. No wonder you and Robin get along so well, the laugh you both share being cut short only by you stumbling forwards as someone crashes into you from behind. Steve's hands shoot out to catch you, but thankfully you manage not to fall, and instead stand back up straight from wrestling with your balance to find Robin herself scrambling to keep upright too. He's just about to give her a verbal jab for nearly knocking you over, before he feels a collision with his back that's preempted by a girlish yelp from behind him--and he's unfortunately not as coordinated as you, because while Robin's got her arms around your middle as you stand together, he falls straight forward with an "Ah!" as someone lands right on top of him.

"Shit!" Nancy squeaks as she collapses into him, barely braced for impact against his toned back nor him into the hard floor, his hands hitting the waxed surface with a loud slap that turns heads all over the rink. Fortunately for him she's quick to get herself back on her feet, you and Robin looking out for her dress so it doesn't ride up, and from behind the two of them Eddie erupts into laughter--and no wonder, it's no surprise that he's the one who pushed her. By the time Steve's on his feet and dusting himself and Nancy off, Eddie's meandering up with a smirk, and rolls right past him with a "Don't look now" as he passes the two of them by. Obviously he does, turns his head over his shoulder to look at you--and for a split second he loses himself in a memory that only ever crops up in his dreams.

In his mind, he sees you there again. Dressed in your hoodie and jeans as battle gear, wielding nothing but a broken mop handle from the Munson's trailer wrapped with cloth, hair matted with gooey Upside Down gunk. The image of you burning the end of it like a torch with the lighter Eddie entrusted to you, and thrusting it upwards into the sky to keep the swarm at bay before you were forced to use it like a bat on the stragglers. That's what Eddie had told them he saw when he lay there, bleeding out--that's when he knew he was in love, watching your tears dry on your cheeks as sorrow and fear were refreshed with fury and frustration, and you stabbed and thrashed and beat those bats feeding on him into bloody submission. If you were there when he and Robin....well, if you had been there from the beginning, he knows that you all would've been better off. Hell, if he had met you years ago, he probably would've enjoyed a much different life, because he never would have let you go.

"Steve," Nancy nudges his arm, unusually upbeat for having just been shoved over, and when he comes back to reality he's found that you're just as lost in his eyes as he is in yours. Robin's held on to you for awhile longer, longingly clinging to you from behind as you stroke her hand around your belly, before all four of you manage to disengage and move a more respectable distance away from each other. But you're still close, all four of you rolling along at a leisurely pace in a group while other skaters pass you by on both sides. And just as Eddie's enjoying his jump on you all by rolling backwards and cackling, his foot suddenly slides out just a touch too far and he lands flat on his ass with a shriek--much to your collective and very deserved amusement, both you and Steve rolling over to help him up with minimal complaint even though he has plenty as he rubs his sore behind. You're just in the midst of cooing at him, reminding him of his previous transgressions with lovely Nancy and the value of karma....before the chatter of the crowd and the upbeat music is cut through by two middle-aged riders, one of them spitting out a single word as he passes by you five.

"Freak."

There's no question who it was directed towards. Eddie cringes, the fun and the laughter dissipating immediately like a match being blown out. Steve feels his own anger bubbling to the surface with increasing frequency as he watches their backs, but a deep breath and Robin's warning hand on his arm stop him where he's at, just barely manage to contain the rageful words that would have burst out of him otherwise. It's unfair--unfair for all of you, for Eddie especially, but it's unfair that it stings his heart so bad but he can't...can't do even the simplest thing about it, he can't even yell or fight back, because then people would start to wonder.

It hurts even worse that this is just a glimpse at what you can expect as a part of their collective. To even associate yourself with them, with Eddie, means you'll be branded as a fellow freak for life. There's worse in store, he's sure, and living with that fear is barely tolerable for the four of them--now that it hits him with reality, it seems unfair for them to even ask you to take on that same responsibility, no matter how much they adore you and wish to keep you close and safe.

Yet, you're ahead of the four of them. Literally--you're out in front of them, blading forward on practiced feet and your face set as you roll quietly but with determined intention. You come right up behind your harasser and his friend without interruption or notice. And what Steve sees next is almost too shocking for him to digest, the same for his partners beside him as they watch you check the guy with your shoulder, dashing forward and whizzing by him so fast he has no chance of catching himself--and you hit him hard with no aid of your hands, the ungentle-gentleman crashing into the ground with no semblance of grace and a pained shout that causes his friend to wobble and nearly fall himself.

"Oops."

You circle back around to meet with them, passing just close enough by the other bystander not to collide with him too, but for him to flinch away and cause a smirk to twist your lips as you stare him down. Your eyes only shift when you skid to a stop in front of your dates, completely aware and prideful at all the eyes on your back and the attention you've just shamelessly drawn to yourself and the rest of them. Steve's left without words again, just turning and sharing a look amongst all of them before aiming his gaze back towards you. God, he's never wanted to kiss anyone so bad in his life.

And it gets better. He didn't even realize his mouth was hanging half-open until you reach your hand up to his chin, and close it for him. With that one show of confidence, he knows that his doubts were wrong--you belong nowhere else but with them, that much is more than obvious now that his eyes have been opened. It's too much to take, he's a little too wrapped up in the admiration and devotion and love he feels--because yes, he knows it, he's in love--he grabs your face in his hands, dips down, and kisses you for everyone to see. Warm, sweet, and sticky, your lips compliment his as perfectly as honey on fruit and tastes a bit like it too. The cherry flavour makes itself known on his tongue, eyes closed and breath stopped to savour the fleeting kiss in its entirety like he won't ever get it again. He might not; you might slap him for being so forward, but he doesn't care....well, he cares a little bit, but not enough to feel any regret as he breaks off with a smack and is left standing there, cupping your face and breathing hard.

When he dares to open his eyes, yours are still blinking back into the light, those lashes fluttering as you look back at him with surprisingly delicate doe eyes. Your first kiss in the middle of a roller rink--not as romantic as he thought it might be, but you don't seem all that bothered, surprisingly.

"Hey! You two!" Your heads both snap towards the source of the yelling, broken out of the haze of being trapped in your own little world to spot the manager or what-have-you storming towards you from the DJ stand.

"Run!" Shockingly, the onlookers are witness to prim and proper Nancy Wheeler being the one to yell that out, the five of you bolting at once--while you and Steve have your hands locked together, and you whip your other arm back for Robin to grab as the three of you race like hell towards the exit on the opposite side, you can hear Nancy pushing Eddie along and his cries of "Shit! Fuck! Fucking Christ, Wheeler-!" before he hits the ground again. Fortunately with a look back for Steve to make sure you're not abandoning your other dates, he catches a glimpse of Eddie kicking his skates off and Nancy following suit before helping him up by the arm, the two of them choosing instead to sprint on their bare feet across the arena to catch up with you three at the gate.

One after another you hurriedly kick your skates off in succession as you hop up the step to the carpeted side area, even quicker to grab your bags and jackets and shoes as the manager hustles after you with a grim and annoyed look on his face, motioning for some other members of security to hurry over to cut you off. Unlike all of you, though, they don't truly know the rush of running for one's life--while the adrenaline of such is still fresh in all five of your minds, and you're able to gather everything in seconds on your way by before dashing past the other rink-goers to hit the entrance. And like always Steve's the one bringing up the rear, hurrying you all along and just barely missing the grab that one of the security makes for him before he makes a run for it too.

Before he knows it, you're all past the glass doors that clunk as you throw them open and running through the darkened parking lot, Steve's BMW standing out alone amongst the other cars too nervous to park close to such a nice ride. Doors unlocked in a flash, he haphazardly throws his jacket and shoes into the backseat with Nancy, Eddie, and Robin squished in the middle, and is the last one in his seat with a last glance towards the doors you just ran out of. As if he'll suddenly see a crowd of men in uniform pass by the glass, and feel the cold silver of a gun on his neck as someone shouts at him with words he doesn't understand.

Your voices calling his name bring him back, though, and he drops into the seat and slams the door shut to fumble with the keys and turn them in the ignition. As Steve starts up the car, the dulcet notes of Here Comes The Rain Again strikes up midway through the chorus, orchestrating the background track of your speed away from the scene with hopefully few consequences--although he's sure you'll never be allowed back there again, which is quite the ironic turn of events considering his history with the place. And honestly? Fuck it all to hell, he thinks as he peels away from the place and skids on to the road from the lot to vanish into the darkness, save for the glow of his tail lights disappearing slowly into the night.

Aside from the panting from all of you, Eddie's the first to speak through the realization of what just happened. What you all just did, right in the middle of supposedly keeping a low profile. "I think you stole my kiss, big boy."

With a glance into the rearview, Steve's heart swells with relief at seeing his boyfriend smile at the laughter he gets out of you from that joke. It takes him a second to realize that both the girls have the same smile--that soft, relieved smile of peace after the storm, that he'll never stop loving for as long as he lives.

"I've got plenty, promise. Also, how often do you guys run from the law like that?" It's almost like he forgot you were in the seat next to him, although that might be a good thing, because in the panicked shuffle he might have crashed had he caught a glimpse of your pretty legs in his seat and your skirt hitching up.

"How often do you body check old men? That was amazing," Nancy laughs in the seat behind you, still completely in disbelief. You reach your arm back over the console and grab her hand after she says that, the two of you holding each other for a few beats of content quiet.

"Told you she's awesome," Robin sighs happily, sinking into her spot and letting her head hit the back behind her, as she settles her thudding heart with a hand on her chest.

"I know that, she saved my life."

You seem to grow a little sober at that idea, your hold on Nancy's hand broken and yours sliding back into your own lap to fiddle with the hem of your shirt. You're shy around praise, that's pretty obvious--kind of funny to think about, considering you didn't seem too shy when you were kissing him breathless at the arena.

"I didn't, really. But...thank you, Eddie."

"You kidding? I wouldn't have an ass to bruise if you didn't, angel. I'm holding you to that promise, by the way." You turn to him with a finger to your lips in a "Shh!" motion, giggly and lighthearted as you smack his knee and he makes kissy sounds at you with his lips puckered.

If it wasn't abundantly clear by his own feelings and theirs, he knows with complete confidence that you fit right into their dynamic now. In hindsight, there should have been none of those tense conversations shared between the four of them for those nights leading up to the day that would decide their fate, because it's turned out a thousand times better than he hoped.

"...I don't regret it, y'know. Not for a second." Your head lolls to the side to look over at him, and he manages to tear his gaze from the road to meet your eyes--like fiery cinders among the ashes of simmering coals. When it drifts, though, and he lets his sink downwards, he catches sight of something he never even knew you'd been carrying all by yourself.

Where your skirt's ridden up, he can spot what looks like a mostly-healed gash in your thigh. It runs from one side to the other and disappears where your skin meets the seat, still bright and painful-looking despite not being an open wound....if he didn't know better he'd think it was the mark of a demobat's tail wrapped round your leg, because that's exactly what it looks like. And he'd know better than anybody what that looks and feels like. You meet where he's looking with a tilt of your head, and move to pull your skirt down to cover it--but while making sure he moves his attention back to the dark road, he grabs your wrist before you can do it.

"It doesn't hurt, Steve." If he could see it, he'd be unnerved by your smile. It's definitely fake this time.

"I know. Not anymore, right?" He glances back one more time, bringing his hand off yours with haste once he realizes he's squeezing you too tight. But the way your smile lifts up your face this time, shifting from lips parted in awe to flicker up into an expression that makes his heart melt....it's better than when you put it all on for their sake. Way better.

"Right. Not anymore."

[wyntereyez]

Here we go, Part One of my scream into the void. Here I'm going to talk about my mother

Some of you may remember my posts about how two birthdays went by without her saying anything, and how when she did finally bother to text a month after that second birthday, there was no acknowledgement of my birthday or her silence, and how I agonized over whether I should respond (and eventually chose not to.)

I don't regret this.

My mom left our family when I was thirteen. Before then, I was a 'mama's girl,' though damned if I know why. Probably because she was the parent I saw more, I guess.

I want to say those first thirteen years weren't awful. But there are things I remember that stick with me that weren't good.

She wasn't much of a cook. So I grew up on frozen, processed food, and shockingly, my health reflected that. And, oh, did she make me feel like shit about my weight. She constantly bemoaned how hard it was to buy things for me because my waist was so big and I was so short (this was, btw, before a growth spurt). She refused to buy jeans for me because she couldn't find any that fit my proportions. It was fucking YEARS before I finally bought my first pair of jeans as an adult because I knew I was too fat for them. So all through school, I wore stretch pants, and was constantly made fun of for them.

Then there's my hair. She didn't care to do anything with my hair. She convinced me I wanted it long, then never maintained it, just put it in a ponytail, which did me no favors. My hair was seldom cut because it stopped growing past a certain length, and was always limp and stringy and oily. There was one time - ONE - where she did something with my hair - she got me a perm when I was eleven. It was an awful experience, and taking care of it was miserable and I hated those picks needed to constantly smooth out the perpetual tangles. It made me hate doing anything with my hair.

It should not have taken over twenty years for me to realize I had curly hair that was actually really nice and easy to care for when anyone bothered.

My mom taught me that I was fat and ugly and there was nothing I could do about it.

Then she left us. She got a job where she worked third shift, and slept pretty much all day and ignored us. The only time we really saw her was when she was getting ready for work. She'd spend hours doing her make-up - for a factory job - blasting Bonnie Raitt's 'Something to Talk About' on perpetual repeat. To this day I absolutely HATE that song. HATE IT.

She'd met a guy on third shift, got caught cheating, and just left us.

They had just bought a house and a second vehicle together because they had two steady incomes. Now she wanted to leave us struggling.

My Dad gave her this option: He'd leave, she could have the house, the car, and us. She'd have everything, along with child support, and he'd get a couch at his brother's house.

She didn't want us.

So she left, taking only the family car, leaving us with a tiny Chevy S-10 pickup for a family of four. She didn't want shared custody. She didn't want to pay child support. She wanted nothing to do with us.

She then proceeded to make life Hell for us. While she did, with great reluctance, occasionally let us visit, it was rare. She also did everything she could to make sure we didn't have a support network. My Dad's side of the family is terrible - I will talk about them much later - and they wouldn't help. My Mom's side of the family cared for us, but my Mom did everything in her power to make sure we couldn't go to them for help. She knew her parents liked my Dad far more than her new guy, so she was going to make sure they wouldn't have any kind of relationship with my Dad.

She also wanted us to be spies. She had this idea that my Dad would be her safety net if the new guy didn't work out, so she made damn sure my Dad couldn't meet anyone or have any kind of life. And she wanted us to be her spies; she would quiz us about what Dad was up to, and persuade us to tell her everything, then she would proceed to leave nasty phone calls or messages on his bathroom mirror, because she'd kept a key to the house.

Meanwhile, she continued to be the world's worst mother. She had my two half-siblings, and we had to watch them get all the attention we never got, because unlike us, they were her children. She'd occasionally buy clothing, usually used stuff she found at yard sales that didn't fit (she seemed to think I was her size, despite me being taller and skinnier than her). Once she bought me a maternity outfit because she knew that would be the only thing that would fit me.

She also basically destroyed my past. Remember my despair that I couldn't find any medical records? She took a lot of things, including pretty much every baby picture of me, and left them in her parents' garage, which was exposed to the elements and eventually flooded and collapsed. She casually destroyed it and just doesn't care.

So, it's been years of barely tolerating my mother, occasionally trying to have some kind of relationship with her and wondering why I bother.

Now, she did once, not long after they divorced, ask if I wanted to live with her. Just me, not my siblings. I refused. I didn't want to live with a strange man and be second fiddle to my half siblings. And it would have gone very, very badly. I would have been living with a heavy smoker with ultra-conservative views whose fire-and-brimstone mother was the kind of person to get involved in everything. I would have received no health care, never been able to go anywhere, would have had to transfer to a school with the worst reputation in the area, probably would have had to help care for my half siblings, would not have new clothes, would not have gone to college, and would probably have the worst flea infestation because she doesn't really clean, either.

And the last time I saw her? She got into this anti-vaxx rant that was somehow also horrifically racist, and all I could think was, "Yeah, I'm never going to see you again."

She's just...UGH.

[kismets-barista]

IF I WAIT UNTIL THE ART IS DONE I'LL NEVER POST THE LORE BWHAHA!

I see y'all chose Floyd! SOOO HERE 🌟 WE 🌟 GOOO!! 🌟🌟🌟

🦋 Floyd is the middle child of three brothers: Ollie, Floyd, and Archer. Archer is the youngest by four years, And Ollie and Floyd are twins! Hatched two minutes apart and Ollie will never let him live it down.

🌟 Floyd is BroZone's uncle, along with Ollie! Until Archer met his wife, Dolly, the three of them performed in the Troll Tree as a band called The Ollies- an oldies/sunshine pop genre that a lot of trolls were fond of. They put together many records that are now unfortunately lost to the trolls in the village as they were separated during the Trollstice battle.

🌟 Floyd was a music therapist in the tree, and actually pinned JD with his OCD as a kid. The other therapist, of course, took care of him clinically, but Floyd was always there for his little nephew and sing to him- AND the rest of his nephews whenever he was around.

🦋 Speaking of nephews... Uncle Floyd was the Floyd we know today's surrogate! Archer has a greying disease that causes his fertility to suffer, and after losing an egg before Floyd, Uncle Floyd decided to step up to surrogate for them. He had Dolly and Archer's hair braided into his, and lost the straightened perm he'd done to carry the egg for his baby brother. That's how Floyd was born! Uncle Floyd also had Mallen streaks, and if you put a photo of him beside Floyd, they look eerily similar. Growing up, JD and Spruce always bullied Floyd into believing he was adopted until Clay bit them LMAO.

🌟 His VC is Terry Kirkman from The Association. Cherish is a song Ollie wrote but one they all sang to the trollings often.

And that's it for now! I DEFINITELY wanna make art of him soon (well, more than the doodles I have of him now- but if you're down here and read through, thank you so so much! Have a lovely day and remember food, water, and meds!)

💜🌟🫧

[hypaalicious]

Black Hair Care myths BUSTED!

Since I’m fighting off the plague and have nothing else better to do but lay here pitifully, I’ve decided to talk about hair again after my last two posts on shampoo types and curly hair care , only this time focusing on Black folks’ hair and the misinformation lots of us grew up on.

Now, because I know the gowrls like to tussle (and Mercury in Microbraids along with an eclipse is upon us), lemme just say this: if you’re absolutely happy with your hair care routine, then this post isn’t for you.

This post is only for people who are curious and want to evolve and simplify their hair care routines.

OKAY LEGGO:

The hair typing chart is garbage.

Everyone and they mama should be familiar with this chart. So many of us use it to determine what type of hair products to buy that work best for our hair type.

Unfortunately, the chart is pseudo-science.

All hair types need the same basic care (shampooing/conditioning at least every week), and products that claim to cater to a specific hair type is just a marketing tactic. This chart also promotes texturism; Oprah’s stylist literally made up the type 4 category to say that the only thing to do to tight curls is to straighten or loosen them. 🥲

Products can’t give you the kind of curls you want.

I touched on this a bit in my first hair post, but it bears repeating here: Curl “activators”, Shea butter, raw oil blends, creams, leave-in conditioners, texturizing shampoos… all of them are finessing you, beloveds. If your hair isn’t holding defined clumps of curls immediately after shampooing, then your hair is likely chronically dehydrated and needs to be detoxed.

We’re kinda raised to product chase because we’re told that the way our hair grows out of our heads is bad and needs to be fixed, and the $2.5 billion Black hair care industry is always eager to offer us placebos for our coin. We see someone with the hair texture and length we want and we immediately ask “what products do you use??” as if the answer is in a bottle when it’s really just genetics. 🤷🏽‍♀️

Greasing/oiling your scalp does not moisturize it, get rid of dandruff, or make your hair grow faster.

As a kid I remember my hairdresser using a fine toothed comb and “breaking up” the dandruff on my scalp before applying Sea Breeze to soothe it. Every single time, the dandruff came back worse. 😩 If I put oil on my scalp, it would take only a day before build up and large yellow flakes would rain out of my hair. But I thought because my scalp and my hair needed moisturizing that I couldn’t go without oils.

Well, I was right on one thing; my scalp and hair def needed moisture. But I wasn’t gonna get moisture from anything but water, and at the time I was avoiding water like the plague because I always had a fresh silk press or perm and I didn’t want my hair “reverting”.

If you have a scalp condition or chronic itchiness, you are very much making it worse by adding any of that to your head. The only solution is to wash your hair, loves. Yes, you may have to choose between looking “laid” and what’s actually good for your hair and scalp, but them’s the breaks.

The hair growth oils that line the shelves at Sally’s? Literally snake oil. Same goes for hair vitamins, biotin, MSM, rice water, JBCO, egg white/tea rinse/fruit or food products, African Black soap, rose water, etc. Nothing topical, save for specific medicated prescription drugs from a dermatologist, can make hair grow. Save ya money, hunny!

Co-washing and water-only washing doesn’t get your hair clean.

Conditioner is incapable of doing what shampoo does. You’re just gonna add layers of build up on your hair doing co-washes. Water-only cleansing is like never using soap in your laundry and expecting your clothes to be clean. 😬 Only putting shampoo on your scalp and carefully avoiding the length of your hair is the equivalent of white folks not washing their legs in the shower. Don’t do any of this.

I actually do not know where the myth started that Black folks hair is somehow too fragile to handle shampoo, a thing that is specifically formulated for hair. 😅 If shampoo is drying your hair out, you need to make sure you’re using the right kind of shampoo, not ditching shampoo altogether. If you need help, I touched on shampoo basics here!

Using a spray bottle to “refresh” your hair doesn’t do what you think it’s doing.

Tiny water droplets from a spray bottle only sit on the surface of your hair, even more so if your hair already has product in it. If your styles aren’t holding until your next wash, you may need to re-examine what you’re using, how you apply it, and how you set it. If you need to refresh a style or get moisture, nothing less than washing your hair will do.

Finger detangling or using a wide toothed comb or denman brush isn’t doing the job.

I know we’ve been raised to think that because our hair is tightly coiled, that we have to treat it with kid gloves. But we actually do more harm to our hair by not detangling correctly. Detangling is the act of getting shed hair out from your head so it doesn’t wrap up in your healthy hair and cause breakage. A wide toothed comb can’t do that, and neither can your fingers. A denman brush is ONLY supposed to be used to hold tension in the hair when blowdrying it straight. What you want is a Felicia Leatherwood brush and to use that bad boy in the shower right after putting conditioner on sopping wet hair, trust me.

Protective styles don’t exist.

Buns, braids, wigs… all of them look fantastic when done right and it doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t wear them. But they are all just alternative styles; nothing is being protected. I know a lot of us love the low maintenance that having these styles provide, but I want us to examine why they are thought of as low maintenance: it’s because folks are less likely to wash their hair/detangle while having them.

Any style that discourages you from weekly hair washing cannot be protective. It instead promotes hair neglect. Yes, I know, it can cost thousands of dollars for those waist length box braids or sew in, but you paid for the labor that goes into those kinds of styles, not the ability to keep them in for as long as possible. Not touching your hair for weeks on end means you’ll have dehydrated hair with mad buildup to get rid of. And btw, that type of damage to the hair cannot be fixed in just one visit to the salon. For as many weeks as you go without washing your hair, you need that many weeks out of an alternative style with frequent washing to help it recover.

Dry hair is determined by its behavior, not how it feels.

This one has a lot of folks tripped out because logically, we should be able to just touch our strands and know that it needs moisture. Unfortunately, so many of us don’t know what our actual hair feels like without it being slathered in products, so the moment that we stop using them we think our hair is “dry” when it’s really just how our natural hair texture may feel. It’s def not easy in the beginning to let go of the familiarity a nicely oiled head of hair presents. 🥲

So, how do you know if you have dry hair? If it can’t hold a curl pattern without manipulation, is hydrophobic (if water doesn’t completely flatten hair to your scalp when you wash it, it’s not absorbing), is extremely difficult to detangle, breaks off easily, etc.

You don’t need to rinse your hair in cold water.

Only reason you should even consider it is if you have vivid color in your hair, but… lemme tell y’all sumn.

Years ago when I started dyeing my hair, it was typical for a permanent black hair dye to act like a semi-perm and wash almost completely out or turn grey in a few weeks. Now that I have a much better hair regimen that keeps my hair in the best health it can be, my semi-permanent fashion colors last for months until I decide to touch it up again. And I absolutely do not relish being cold in the shower, so I just use hot water.

The health of your hair matters more than any gimmicks or products you can use to fix a problem.

Long hair/shiny hair is not an indicator of health, it is an indicator of genetics.

I want DESPERATELY for us as a people to break the shackles of thinking that the only hair that matters is long and thick, or that someone who has long hair is an automatic authority on hair care.

If you want an idea of how long your hair can get, then look to your family. If your mom or dad don’t have hair touching their waist then it’s highly possible you were not blessed with the DNA to get your hair waist length either. And that’s okay! You aren’t any less valid. It will just save you a LOT of heartache to learn to embrace your hair the way it naturally is rather than to run around buying products and chasing haircare trends in hopes that a miracle will happen. Not to mention, I’ve seen a lot of folks with long hair but they ain’t had a trim in years and it absolutely shows. 😬

A lot of folks do not have shiny hair, that is once again due to genetics not hair health. Matte hair has a different surface texture and that’s absolutely fine! Only manufactured beauty standards glorify long and shiny hair.

Speaking of hair length…

Shrinkage is not your enemy.

A general rule is that the only hair length that matters is how you regularly wear it.

My hair stays comfortably at the nape of my neck now that I wear my curls 100% of the time. If I pull it taut, then it’ll reach mid-back. But I don’t plan on straightening my hair ever again to show that mid-back length, so… 🤷🏽‍♀️ I have short hair because that is how it lays without manipulation. And that’s fine.

Shrinkage doesn’t scare me because it’s what healthy curly hair DOES. If my hair springs like a coil and retains shape, then I’m doing something right! I have always wanted long hair, I won’t deny that. But if I have to stretch my natural hair in any way in order to GET that long hair, it’s not worth it to me. I’ll just wear a wig for a hot min if I wanna whip my hair back and forth.

Air drying your hair isn’t better than diffusing it with a hair dryer.

Another thing we’ve been told is that heat damages our hair and that air drying is best. That’s not necessarily true.

DIRECT heat can damage your hair (flat irons, blow outs, pressing combs). INDIRECT heat (hooded dryers, a diffuser attachment on a handheld dryer) does not. In fact, diffused heat sets your wash and gos/twist outs way better than air drying. It cuts down on frizz and ensures your style will last through the week.

Also, it’s better to dry your hair completely rather than wait hours for it to air dry and then maybe sleep on wet hair. Fun fact: Leaving your hair wet for too long can cause mold to grow in your hair! 😱 And if you lay a wet head on a pillow, the bacteria transfers to your pillowcase and you continue to sleep in that until you wash the pillow!

You can’t “lock moisture in” your hair.

Water evaporates. It’s what it’s gonna do. 🤷🏽‍♀️ Putting leave ins or oils on your hair in hopes that water stays in your strands longer isn’t a thing, despite what a lot of us have been told. The only thing you’re gonna be left with is greasy, dehydrated hair if you don’t wash it weekly.

Avoiding getting a hair cut will not grant you healthy or long hair.

Hair grows an average of half an inch per month, regardless of race. The belief that “Black hair doesn’t grow” is rooted in anti-Blackness. 😅 If you’re not seeing growth, then it’s most likely that your hair is simply breaking off faster than the rate of growth, or you have an underlying health issue that needs to be addressed by a doctor.

I know I used to hate hairdressers who seemed “scissor happy” because I was always chasing length, so I would often only tell them to “dust” the ends if they do anything. Now, I will grab my clippers and cut inches off my hair in a heartbeat if my hair starts looking raggedy. Clinging on to scraggly hair because it takes “so long to grow” doesn’t do you any favors, trust me. 😭 Take better care of your hair and you will retain length a lot easier, and that includes getting quarterly haircuts.

Porosity does not matter.

How many of us did this whole “put a strand of hair in a cup of water and see if it floats or sinks”? Well, what if I told you that it means absolutely nothing for everyday hair care? 😭 Porosity isn’t even a static state, so many things can change it on a dime!

The only time porosity matters is if you are getting a color service and that is only for your stylist to determine. And you will never see a stylist worth their salt putting your hair in a cup of water to figure it out. Also, a lot of “low” porosity hair is just product build up.

Using home remedies to address hair loss concerns doesn’t work.

No, it doesn’t matter that your grandma did black tea rinses regularly to stop her hair from shedding. It doesn’t matter what women in India do with their hair, either. This may be a hard pill to swallow, but it’s perfectly okay to evolve past things that aren’t truly helpful even if it’s a Black culture staple.

Please don’t be afraid to go to a dermatologist. 🥺 There’s even a Black Dermatologist Directory to reference if you don’t wanna go to just anybody. Yeah, it may seem pricey, but Dermatologists have the training to cut through the guesswork, pinpoint what the problem is and save you a LOT of time and pain. You don’t wanna fuck around and make your hair loss WORSE by doing psuedo-chemistry in your kitchen.

“Do what works for you” doesn’t have the mileage you think it does.

When people don’t want to hear that their current hair practices aren’t really helping them, they default to “Well, it works for ME!” or “Everyone’s hair is different!”

Nobody’s hair is so different that it doesn’t need a weekly wash with shampoo. Nobody’s hair is the magical unicorn that grew 4 inches in a month because they used JBCO. Your hair is not “built different”, and believing that it is will lead you to spending money on things you don’t need. Doing what works for you only comes after you have nailed the basics of healthy hair care, and it only varies in like… if you prefer to use styling foam to set your wash n go as opposed to gel. Or using one brand’s shampoo over another. Not “my hair likes butters and oils and staying in protective styles for months on end and is doing just fine, and you telling me otherwise is anti-Black”.

If you have unexamined hatred of your natural hair texture, then nothing in this long-ass post will hit for you. If a large part of your identity as a Black person is rooted in product chasing, protective styles and taking an entire business day to wash your hair, then a lot of this will offend you. I’m really sorry for that, and I am not here to argue with anybody. I’ll just tell you “if you like it, I love it” and go on about my business.

For everyone else, I really hope this post helps to shed some light on hair care and set you on a better journey that gives you more time and more confidence in your styles! 🥹

[fibrielsolaer]

FibS lays down the facts: April o' Neil

I'm so fuggin' tired of hearing morons drool out their mouths over this so here's all you need to know:

It's perfectly fine that Rise April is black.

April o'Neil has been portrayed as black before Rise.

April o'Neil was not "originally black" in the Mirage comics.

Rise did not make April black for woke points. Rise makes numerous changes to Turtles orthodoxy so that it isn't a boring repeat of the more traditional 2012 cartoon that immediately preceded it.

(EDIT: Many of the comic scans from this blog post, as well as some of its information, are from this blogspot post from 2018. I neglected to mention this earlier, but at least one person is asking. Unfortunately, people who reblog this post from earlier versions will not see this edit.)

The original creators of TMNT are Peter Laird and Kevin Eastman. Laird has always considered April o'Neil to be white other than considering possibly making her Asian in early notes; the confusion over April's race is solely due to Eastman.

In her earliest appearances, April o'Neil conveniently stands right next to known definitely-black character Baxter Stockman:

This April is as white as the Mousers and the lab walls and doesn't have curly hair. If anything she looks like Sigourney Weaver (Dutch, English, Scots-Irish, Scottish), right down to Ellen Ripley's outfit.

Since Alien came out in 1979 and Ellen Ripley is a massive influence on female lead characters even decades later, this resemblance might be intentional.

But Kevin Eastman, who has a habit of designing female characters based on the woman he is seeing at the time, redesigned April two issues or so later based (rather loosely) on his at-the-time girlfriend April Fisher (she has since passed away.)

April Fisher was, as a matter of fact, mixed-race.

Eastman later clarified that April Fisher was, of course, the source of April o'Neil's given name the entire time. (And I would like to point out that the surname of o'Neil doesn't preclude someone from being black.)

But being named after or inspired by a mixed-race person the creator knows does not mean the character is mixed-race, any more than the numerous My Little Ponies based on real people share those people's races (as opposed to being cartoon horse fairies or whatnot.)

April o'Neil specifically states that she got her hair done. That is to say, she got a perm.

Since black women's hair is already very curly, black women get perms to straighten their hair. April got hers to curl her hair - because she's not black, she's a white lady trying to look like a bootleg Paula Abdul (Syrian).

Or, quite frankly, any other 1980s pop star?

Because, y'see, now's a great time to point something out that Twitter & Tumblr seem to hope you'll forget:

The entire 1980s.

I'm pretty sure nobody who cares whether April o'Neil is black or not knows who Paula Abdul is, except maybe that she was a judge on American Idol. Paula herself might be a year or two late for April's redesign to reference her specifically, but April o'Neil looks like any random white woman from the 1980s. Because the Mirage comics were released in the 1980s. They take place in 1980s New York. And damn near every single white woman in the 1980s got a perm at some time or another.

I doubt these black April fanatics recognize half of them:

.....

Even the men got them!!

And eventually, around the time everybody else was over it, the exact same April o'Neil in the exact same continuity lost the perm:

Remember what Eastman said about April's "different looks"? Even in the same damn comic they can't draw her consistently. April here not only looks nothing like Paula Abdul April, but nothing like Ellen Ripley April either. Hell, she looks like a JoJo character.

And there are some panels were Paula Abdul April is shaded darker than in others, which you could take as April being black if you literally ignore the entire rest of the comic and pretend that's the only time she was ever drawn:

You know, like how people pretend Princess Daisy was "originally black" because she was sliiiightly darker in Mario Tennis than usualy, including ignoring that there are earlier illustrations where she is more pale?

A perm and a tan doesn't make you black. That'd be, y'know, blackface. Not like T&T actually knows what that means either, since they think a white person posting an image with a black person in it counts as it.

Don't you think the fact April looks like four different people in the same fucking comic should convince us that we can't deduce her race from interpreting the illustrations and instead, we should, I dunno, recognize that every single time April has appeared in color with Laird and Eastman's oversight, she's been clearly white?

As opposed to that one comic everybody likes to cite, which is a non-canon guest comic by Mark Bode that changes such details as the city it takes place in and April's job, which was originally published in black and white, whose black April was colored that way by another guest artist (Bill Fitts) and looks like a disco queen stereotype which I could've sworn T&T hated, and which was later corrected to a white April when republished:

We really shouldn't listen to uneducated narcissists who want to have their cake and eat it too, don't know who Cyndi Lauper is, and already had their conclusion ready before they looked at any of the evidence, blatantly misinforming us about the world's most inconsistent comic and pretending 98% of that comic and one of the most important decades in modern human culture just never fucking happened.

[secretarykang]

sending another ask bcos I forgot to put this on the previous one huhu can we get modern au devyn kang headcanons 🛐🛐🛐 thank you so much

i like makings headcanons, istg they are so fun to write

modern au devyn headcanons ✿

babes is her father’s only kid so you know she was very very spoiled as a child, especially after her mother passed away and dong hwa felt the need to spoil her twice as much in hopes she won’t feel her mother’s absence too much

grew up around gil (had to add him in the au <3), karl and richter and used to have (might still have) a big fat crush on gil in middle school, behold of aurora finding out later in highschool cuz she will remind karl about devyn’s crush every time just to annoy him (i’m never getting rid of aurora cuz her and devyn will forever be my best girls <3 😔)

as i mentioned in other posts about her in the modern au, devyn is a ballerina — following in her mother’s footsteps, and this one time she was chosen to play Coppélia in Coppélia/The girl with the enamel eyes, but she managed to sprain her ankle and obviously couldn’t dance for a good while, dropping the role in the process as well; awful period for her, the first two days she refused to eat and cried so much, she didn’t attend school the first week, but went to see her colleagues performance bc she supports her girls forever <3 gil, karl and aurora visited a lot that week, gil would usually come with karl and regret it, so when was time to leave, he faked leaving and came back to devyn so they could actually have a proper convo since when karl was around he always interrupted

i don’t know what sorcery this girl uses but she never breaks her nails, she always has those medium sized nude almond nails perfect. istg not one nail broken or chipped or anything

has a habit of waking up in the middle of the night to unbraid her hair; like she gets into her pjs, does her skin care and braids her hair and then when the clock strikes 3 or 4 am she wakes up—she mostly asleep tho so if you’d witness that, don’t try to talk to her, she won’t respond, she’s on autopilot— an unbraids her hair, as simple as that

much like our og devyn, modern au devyn despises summer and hates hates hates the hot air, give her spring or autumn time any day pls; she likes to have holidays in italy or greece during the summer, but you’ll catch her out and at the beach either till 9 am or after 7 pm, no in between, but will forever chose a cold, chill place for holiday in the summer over italy or greece or even south of france

i think i’ve mentioned it once, or told laila in private, but she barely knows how to drive lol; she got her license and was a great driver during the learning phase and a bit after, but with karl appointing himself as her designated driver, she barely touched the driver’s seat since she got her license so her skills are quite rusty

she’s often sad that her hair doesn’t really hold curls, like those made with a curler or even heatless, so whenever she gets tired of straight hair, she gets those lovely korean perms, gets a similar pattern to what her mother’s hair used to be

unlike og devyn, she’s not so skilled in the kitchen, but can do very basic meals so at least you won’t starve around her