#santa monica boardwalk

[unrealproportions]

[waveys-things]

🛵🖤✂️🖇️🌟.

[channeh]

Santa Monica, 24/12/22

[lvfstvl]

i ain't tryna save face, i’m just tryna get paid so.  🛹🦋💿 3 wishes — no suits

///// lol now when i’m running L8 i grab my board to get there faster 👀

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PLAYLiST: L8 drifting

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[standingatthefence]

Carrie Mae Weems | Mother with Children, from Boardwalk, Santa Monica, 1980–82

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

SUMMERTIME SADNESS- S.G ROGERS

Pairing: Benefits!Steve x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: steve has captured your heart for the summer, filling each day and night with nothing but bliss. but what happens when summer ends, when the older man needs to get back to his life- away from you?

Warnings: SMUT, petnames, breeding kink, praise kink, swearing, some fluff and angst. a lot of angst:(

“think i’ll miss you forever... like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky..”- summertime sadness, lana del rey

“I love you.” you whispered, voice cracking so softly it was as if a pin had dropped. He didn’t stop. It was almost as if Steve hadn’t even heard you, despite your lips being right next to his ear, whisper caressing the shell of his ear as his head dropped against your neck, breathing you in. 

“I love you.” you repeated softly, crying out as he thrust even harder into you, causing your toes to curl. 

“No, you don’t.” he groaned in response, your words hitting him straight to the heart. Through his chest cavity. It was as if his lungs were air balloons, suddenly punctured with the tip of a shining knife. 

“You can’t love me. You’re not allowed to love me.” 

“Why not?” you asked, the question burning like acid in your throat. You wanted the blonde haired, baby blue-eye doll of a man since the beginning of summer.

 You wanted his touch, his teeth, his praise. He had given you all of it, the summer love you had for him blossoming into something more than just a fuck. 

It was rolling in fields full of daisies in the early morning, running down the Santa Monica boardwalk and watching the waves lap against the wooden supports when the sunset. It was stolen kisses through opened windows, joints smoked and passed in the evenings in the alcove of your bedroom while a record played. 

So yes, yes you loved him. You loved everything about the man. You loved how he praised you and made you come alive when you had felt so dull before, a sad girl trapped in a shell that flaked away like paper in a forest fire.

 Steve had enighted you. A thing of poetry, so delicate and meaningful was all you could describe him as. And as he lifted your thighs, draped them across his large, tanned shoulders and fucked you harder he was telling you he wasn't allowed to love you.

 “I’m not good for you petal. I’m so, so bad for you. I don’t wanna- fuck- hurt you.” he moaned, long locks draping in front of his eyes as he squeezed them shut, almost scared to look at you and your beauty. 

He didn’t know if he could stand it. 

The idea of leaving you made him sick, but the idea of staying made it even worse. He couldn't stay. He had to remain a summer daydream, a candle in the wind. But he had let it slip. The nickname he had given you at the start of the warmer months, stuck on this tongue. 

Petal. You were his petal. A soft, colourful, bright and soft little thing, full of life he was so thrilled to pull out of you to reveal to the world. And he was just making it harder on himself to come here and do what he wanted to the most, calling you such sweet, soft things, ravishing your body as if it was edible.

 “You’re so good to me. You’re so, so good for me Stevie.” you hiccuped, hands finding his cheeks to cup them, head thrown back against the pillow as he drilled into you, as if he was using you as a means to forget his troubles.

 Let him. If you made him feel like home, maybe he'd tell you you were his. 

“Please. Don’t make me cry.” you sniffled, feeling a tear fall down your cheek, sticky and hot as he licked it from your flesh, tongue seeming to seep right through the layers of you, plunging deep into your skull as he caressed the inside of your brain. 

“It’s too late for us Petal. You know this, I know this yea?” he murmured softly. You didn’t want to accept it. It was much more doable if you could live in the make-believe, the fantasy you had created in your brain where he could stay and it could be the hot summer months forever. 

Where he didn’t have to go back to his job, move back to his place in the city so far away, where you didn’t need to go back to your life either. It was hard. It was so, so very difficult- holding his cheeks in your hands seeing his wide pupils consume you whole as he brushed your g-spot, filling you as he did every other night. 

“I’m so, so sorry.” he sighed as you screamed his name, orgasm washing over you like the mist by the ocean in the morning light, when the sun was just barely peaking over the clouds, when his hand was tight in yours as the waves curled around your toes in the sand. 

It was bliss. It was a sense of heaven, an escape as he stuffed you, groaning as you tended to him, though your legs continued to shake- letting him fill you until he spilled out of you. 

Thank you petal. He would always whisper after, repeating the phrase as if it were a chant- some kind of hymn always on the tip of his tongue whenever you were near. 

Thank you, thank you, thank you. His lips brushed yours and you were hesitant to pull away to catch a breath. Tonight it was different. The lines were blurred, his lips still remaining to find yours, as they always had, coaxing you open and breaking you apart like a piece of glass china he had smashed on the ground and had left for the maids to bleed from their feet.

 I’m sorry, I’m so sorry petal. I really am. 

“Please.” was all you could murmur, haziness seeping through your body, your muscles feeling loose as he slipped out of you, though still in your grasp. You lay there, quietly as you listened to the cicadas chirp away outside your bedroom window, the cool night breeze making the curtains sway. The window was slightly cracked, just slightly, the way you liked it. You always left it open just a smidge after Steve crawled through it. 

But now here you were, holding the man, his head resting against your chest, your hands tanging in his blonde hair, shushing him softly as you felt the tears trickle from his eyes onto your stomach. He didn’t want to leave you. He couldn't stand to part with you. But it had to be done. 

“I need you to understand petal.”

 “I don’t want to understand.” you murmured, brushing his hair gently. But you knew, deep down no matter what you said or did, he’d have to leave. So you just held him. Until your eyes drifted shut, the feeling of his hands brushing your skin in soothing motions coaxing your aching body to sleep. 

The next morning, it was as if he was never there. All that was left was the feeling of his hands on your hips, the smell of his cologne. The polaroid of the two of you that was once on your bedside table was gone. 

[theexaltedbride]

Dead Island 2 Slayers X Reader Headcanons (Part 4!)

Amy:

-You once caught Amy playing with a small puzzle piece on a string. When asked about it, she was very shy about it at first. But after thinking it over she decided to open up about it. It’s actually a little gift from her twin sister. Amy’ sister actually has the other half of the puzzle piece and the two of them fit together. Since meeting you she’s actually started considering getting a third piece for you to have. *

-At the theater she tried to sneak away with a few Romero Awards that were left lying around, because when would she ever get another chance at holding one? Plus, she planned on gifting one of them to her sister as a souvenir. 

-You and Amy sometimes share gum via a kiss, which grosses out some of the other survivors. Which Amy finds kind of BS, because they are all regularly covered in zombie guts.

-Amy once wanted to go back to her old school where she taught her students, but was afraid of what she would find. You promised to be there with her the entire time when she felt ready to go back and clear it out.

-Amy has been floating the idea of scavenging one or two arcade machines for the Gameroom back at Emma’s mansion. You’ve tried to tell her that this will be a lot of work and you could just play all sorts of other games. But the fun of playing on an actual arcade machine is worth it, nothing beats the classics. Looks like you might have to raid the pier at some point to give her a nice surprise when she comes back from a supply run.

Bruno:

-Loves talking about his grandfather now and again, and genuinely appreciates when you let him do so and don’t get annoyed or tired of him geeking out over his family. 

-Hated visiting the Santa Monica peer and fighting the Autophage Apex Clown there. Bruno isn’t afraid of clowns, but that freak there almost gave him a phobia of them. When one shows up he might hide behind you because you are braver than him against them.

-Would absolutely clear out the Theater for you so that the two of you could watch movies there and take selfies with the various Hollywood stars on the Walk of Fame. 

-Has started thinking about setting up playlists for you and the group that can be broadcast over one of the radio frequencies to give you all something to listen to when going around Hell-A saving people and fighting Zeds.

-In his free time Bruno has started teaching you some concepts of Tarot cards and asking Lady Luck to look out for you.

Carla:

-Unironically loves blaring Daddy Yankee’s “Gasolina” when driving around, and will get so excited if you sing along with her even if you don’t speak any Spanish. Tell anyone else about it and she will punch you in the arm (but since she loves you, you get only 5% of the normal force she’d use).

-She got pretty mad at the Santa Monica peer when she played one of those rigged claw games and tried to get herself a stuffed shark. Spent almost five dollars worth of scavenged coins to get one. She nearly smashes the machine open, but she really wanted to win one fair and square, to prove her skill to the machine.

-Would absolutely steal one of the walk of fame stars for you and bring it back to the hideout as a nice gift to you. Might not be the best plan in the world, but it’s the thought that counts.

-On the boardwalk by the beach she showed off just how much she can actually lift, and trying to bring some of it back to Emma’s mansion.

-For as much as an adrenaline junkie she can be, she doesn’t like the rush she gets when you are in danger. It feels terrible, full of fear and anxiety, rather than the world spinning rush she normally loves when doing something dangerous. 

Dani:

-When the Clown Apex roared at you both and made you jump, Dani actually roared back at it to establish dominance, but also because she didn’t like seeing you so freaked out by any kind of zombie.

-While she is more than happy to do everyone’s hair, she does not let anyone style her own hair, not even you. 

-While she’s a skilled drinker she’s not actually good at doing some of those shot glass tricks you sometimes see on the internet. She’s actually trying to learn how to do them just to impress you.

-Sometimes when you both sleep together she utterly becomes a cuddle bug and refuses to let you get up and out of bed for at least another thirty minutes in the morning.

-During days off from zombie slaying, she will sit back in the pool and drink while listening to music, though whenever you join her she spends a significant portion of that time watching and admiring you.

Jacob:

-Jacob can sometimes be a little sensitive about his damaged right eye (both because it aches in sunlight and because of how much it stands out). So you sometimes make it a point to gently pull off his sunglasses when you are alone together at night, to look at his eyes as they are and show him it doesn’t matter, you still love him.

-Likes to share his smokes with you, and its becoming common for the both of you to just pass the same one around whenever you’re nearby. 

-He shows you some of his old stuntman tricks in areas you have cleared out of Zeds, so that you can better move and fight across Hell-A.

-Has been eager to show you off to his mother, and actually changes his style of dress and hair style when taking a more ‘official’ looking photo for his mom to send to her when you can all finally get a signal out of Hell-A.

-Assures you that hanging on to the tire of a plane in midair was absolutely not the wildest or most dangerous stunt he’s ever done. But that he’d do it all over again because it meant he got to meet you.

Ryan:

-When it was your birthday, Ryan had a special surprise for you by showing you just what he used to do as a male dancer. It was a private show, but everyone knew what was going on just from how much effort Ryan put into cleaning himself up, and how loud the music was during the dance.

-You both actually found the costume shop where Ryan got his fake firefighter helmet and he went into detail about how many costumes he tried on before he was confident enough to try and pull a fast one at the evacuation zone, so of course you ask him if he’d be willing to try some of them on again just for you, and you ended up doing the same for him. 

-You found out that his brother has some teasing names for Ryan, and you have become desperate in trying to guess them. Yet he still holds strong in keeping them from you. I guess you will have to find new names to tease him with.

-If you don’t know how to dance Ryan will be more than happy to teach you. Don’t laugh! Of course he knows how to do more than just stripping. Knowing different kinds of dance styles is paramount to being the best dancer at his agency.

-When Ryan found out you always had the hots for an old 90s Pup Action hero he actually went out of his way to find a costume of it and a fake moustache. Surprisingly he can really pull it off. 

All Purpose Headcanons:

-After you evacuated Sam, Emma and Patton on the chopper your lover, and the other Slayers stood together as one force. Utterly wiping out the swarm of infected, cutting through them all like a scythe through wheat. Seeing all of you working together, the Eschaton Group realized that there was finally someone out there who could challenge them. For the first time now there was something which stood in stark opposition to their ‘Survival of the fittest’ policy, and instead put forth a ‘Survival of the United’ ideal.

-With all of the people you’ve been saving, your reputation amongst Hell-A’s survivor communities is starting to get serious, and more people are actively calling on the radios for ‘The Slayers’ to come and help them. You’re becoming the saviors of Hell-A.

-Given how big Hell-A is, and how many people need help, you can’t always move together as one massive group, and instead have to split into teams to help where you ae most needed and best suited. But when you are all together into one badass zombie slaying mob, there isn’t a single Zed out there who can stand against you.

OOC:  (*So, according to an AMA by the devs it turns out that what Amy had around her neck was a puzzle piece that matches one her twin sister also has. All this time I thought it was a little cross she prayed to or kissed when she was afraid. I never got a good look at it and kind of wish the puzzle piece aspect had gotten more focus in her cutscenes.)

[ja-lin]

Lovestruck in-game vs real life -- Los Angeles (Gangster's in Love, My Siren Crush backgrounds, but also used in other series), all photos taken by me w/ my phone

Los Angeles skyline (night) -- Photo taken from Griffith observatory. The observatory closes at 10PM, your car will be locked-in/cited if you park at the top and don't leave by 10PM. Suggestion is to park at Greek Theater and walk up to the observatory, it's a 15-20min walk. 2800 E Observatory Rd, Los Angeles, CA 90027 Griffith observatory (night) -- While the observatory is closed on Mondays, this is the best time to visit with less people there. You can still walk around the grounds and take photos. The parks, grounds close at 10PM. 2800 E Observatory Rd, Los Angeles, CA 90027 Rodeo Dr -- In Beverley Hills there's a street with all high end shopping and eateries. Worth a walk through even if you don't buy anything. 9480 Dayton Way, Beverly Hills, CA 90210 Santa Monica Pier -- During weekdays you can drive up to the boardwalk and park there. During weekends it gets pretty crowded and you'd have to park at the public garages nearby in downtown. The Ferris wheel is worth a ride during the day to get a high view of the entire beach. Surfing classes, rentals are available. 200 Santa Monica Pier, Santa Monica, CA 90401 Santa Monica beaches -- I went on a weekday and there were still a lot of people, but the beaches are nice especially at sunset. I didn't get a chance this time, but I heard beaches at Malibu are also very nice. Los Angeles skyline (day) -- There's free parking about 1 mile down from the observatory and a dirt hiking trail (it's kinda steep) that leads up to the observatory. The short hiking trail is a good spot to get a view of the skyline in the daytime. 2800 E Observatory Rd, Los Angeles, CA 90027

[e-dubbc11]

Hi 🙈

I humbly send an ask with a request for your summer sleepover, hoping that you can make a moodboard with Billy and a boardwalk/pier... Can be just a beachy vibe or like Santa Monica Pier, your choice!

❤️❤️❤️

🕊️

My lovely Dove,

Thank you for this moodboard ask! I would never say no to you! This one was fun and I would love a boardwalk date with Billy, playing games, riding the Ferris wheel, maybe a kiss by the carousel, and a romantic nighttime walk on the beach 🏖️ 🥰♥️

I hope you like it!

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

[something-tofightfor]

grandiose

Pairing: Shane “Dio” Morrissey x ... well, you’ll see. 

Word Count: 1880

Rating: M? Themes and language, allusions to sex. 

Author’s Note:

This story is based on this post by @stealyourblorbos and this conversation, which I tweaked a little to suit my thoughts:

I got her permission write it, and hope she enjoys. IDK what this is or where it came from, but here we are. 

Thank you for letting me play in your sandbox with your art for a little while, Jules. It’s a lot of fun.  And thank you to @the-blind-assassin-12​ for the beta and for making some comments and suggestions.

YES, I am aware that this raises more questions than it answers - but it’s a one shot, so I hope you have a good imagination to fill in the blanks.

Summary: 

One night is enough to change someone’s life, but which night will that be?

grandiose: characterized by affectation of importance or splendor or by absurd exaggeration; often implies a whiff of pretension

It started as a joke - even to him. 

The way he dressed, the black dye he put into his hair, the way he spoke. It was almost too easy to fall into the persona that he’d carefully crafted. Despite the way he looked, he was able to fade into the background in most cases  - sitting back and watching, waiting until the right person crossed his path. 

The right impressionable person, anyway. 

And there’d been plenty of those - young men and women that hadn’t looked closely enough to figure out that it was all an act, all a way for Shane Morrissey to pretend that he wasn’t who he was supposed to be - to make himself feel important, to matter in a way that had nothing to do with a 9-5 job in a sensible position or meeting the societal norms that he’d been inundated with from childhood. 

But there’d been times when he’d gotten too close to things, the act bleeding over more than it should have. There’d been the incident with Raven and that goddamn knife in his early 20’s, and that had been hard for a while. But even that had mostly blown over quickly, much to everyone’s surprise. 

While locked up, he’d started writing. He’d done a few years in jail for the assault before getting released early due to good behavior, which was ample time to fill up multiple notebooks with his thoughts and feelings. 

After his release, he’d roamed New York City looking for outlets to share his work.  And when faced with even fewer options than he’d had before, Dio dropped the moniker and persona and started going by Shane again. 

But the city had quickly become too expensive for him to stay, and no one seemed interested in listening to his poetry or lyrics when he looked just like everyone else, so he’d spent some of the little money he’d made and saved on a bus ticket west.

He’d found a secondhand guitar in a pawn shop, carting the case around along with his battered backpack of all his worldly possessions and teaching himself to play as he made his way toward the opposite side of the country. Shane was determined to make it happen for himself there in a way that he never had as Dio on the East Coast. 

And for a while, he’d done just that. He busked in parks, turning his writing into song while actively avoiding the same traps that had gotten him into trouble before. He made friends - other struggling artists and musicians - and after only a few weeks of roaming parks and sleeping on benches, he was living in a two bedroom apartment near Santa Monica with four other people. 

Shane worked overnight cleaning buildings. He earned enough to pay weekly rent and feed himself. It allowed him to continue performing on the Venice Beach boardwalk and the Pier. Slowly, he began to find himself, though the memory of who he’d pretended to be was never buried too deep. 

Until one night, a year after his move to California, he looked up after finishing a song only to find one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen watching him play. She caught his eye immediately, her ruby lips full and perfectly painted, the rest of her makeup done to match. 

He’d tried to play it cool, giving her a nod as she dropped a $20 into his guitar case and then stepped back, the man returning to his instrument and starting a new song. 

She was there when he looked up again, her arms crossed over her chest and fire in her eyes, but before he could speak, she beat him to it. “Do you have a few minutes? I think we should talk, Dio.” 

Her voice was like smoke, curling around him and muting everything else happening on the pier.  

He only had eyes for her, and moments later, he was walking next to her across the sand, parallel to the water with the guitar case slung over one shoulder. “No one’s called me that in years.” His fingers gripped the leather of the strap as he spoke, but the woman stayed quiet. 

They followed alongside the edge of the surf, her hair blowing in the wind, and after ten or so minutes, she stopped and turned back to face him. “I’ve been watching you.” Her voice was low but it was sharp, the look in her eyes piercing as she stared at him. “Put the guitar down, Dio, let’s talk.” 

He moved on autopilot, a feeling of certainty growing in his chest by the second though he didn’t understand it. “Who are you? How do you know me?” He wet his lips, narrowing his eyes. “You’ve been watching me? Where?”

“Philadelphia. New York City. Here. I’ve been everywhere with you, Dio. Don’t you recognize me?” He looked closer, the man’s head tilted to the side, his long, dark locks moving with the breeze.Giving himself a few seconds to think, he tried to figure out who she was and where he might have known her from. But I don’t know. I would have remembered someone like her. She stepped even closer, lifting a hand to touch the side of his face. “Have you ever wanted something you didn’t think you could have?” 

“Yes.” He closed his eyes, nodding. “I have.” - 

She continued to touch him, the scent of the woman’s perfume overwhelming his senses. Rich and spicy, it reminded him of the altars he’d made and maintained when he’d gone by the name she was using for him. 

Swallowing hard, he reached for her, breathing hard as he placed his hands at her waist. The woman didn’t shy away from his hold, instead moving even closer.

“I can give it to you.” She hummed as she kissed him on the cheek, lips dragging over it as they moved toward his ear. “I can give you everything.” The man felt her breath on his skin and then the bite of her teeth against his earlobe before they caught - and tugged on the silver hoops he wore there. “Everything you’ve ever wanted.” 

It was difficult to breathe, the sound of the ocean dulled by the woman’s proximity, the air heavy in his lungs. 

One of her hands was pressed to the back of his head, her fingers twisted into his hair; the other was running idly up and down his arm, the tips of her fingernails dragging slowly over the skin and bringing goosebumps to the surface. “How? What do you want from me?” 

He didn’t know how he was able to get the words out, but she laughed quietly at them, the hand moving all the way down his arm before her fingers slid between his, pushing their palms together. “Nothing you won’t miss.” She squeezed, pulling on his hair with her other hand. “Nothing you didn’t already claim you were ready to give.” 

He was confused at the woman’s words, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. 

She’d honed in on the thoughts concealed in the deepest part of his brain, the plans he’d made so many years earlier and all but abandoned in order to survive. “OK.” He shivered, nodding. “Sure.” He felt her cheeks lift in a smile and then the woman kissed him, yanking his head backwards enough so that she could press her lips to his. 

But the kiss was broken only moments later, the woman releasing his hair and then stepping back, though she didn’t let go of his hand. “Tell me what you crave, Dio.” He was breathing hard, still reeling from the kiss, but her demeanor was no different than it had been, the woman’s pale skin almost glowing under the moonlight, her dark eyes locked with his. “Tell me what you want.” 

“I want them to worship me.” His upper lip curled, the words coming with no pause. “All of them. I want their attention. I want them to see how I live. I want them to love me.” The woman hummed again, angling her head back, though she never looked away from him. 

It felt good to be so honest - to tell someone that even though he’d tried to ignore it for years, he still felt that way - still wanted the same things he had before. The Dio persona had been false, but the reasons he’d adopted it hadn’t been. 

He didn’t know what game the woman was playing, or how the night would end, though he hoped it would end in a bed with her somewhere. He certainly didn’t expect the way she moved as she pulled her hand free from his and then straightened her shoulders, the ocean - and moonlight - at her back. 

And it had to have been a trick of the light when he caught sight of a shadow behind her that looked like a pair of wings, unfurling and stretching up and out before they disappeared, the man blinking in confusion as she uncrossed her arms, still staring at him.

“I can make that happen.” Her smile grew, white teeth on display behind the red lips that had just been on his. “I can make it all happen for you.” 

She took another breath, extending her hand toward him, and for the first time, Dio noticed the design on her palm: a pentagram in dark ink, stark against the woman’s pale skin. Like the one I used to… He blinked slowly and then stepped forward, nodding. What do I have to lose?

“Let’s do.” 

It felt good to be back in New York City. 

Despite the abrupt nature of his previous departure, and the memories associated with the time he’d spent there earlier, Dio felt a sense of nostalgia for the place. And that’s a shock. 

With a final shrug of his shoulders, the man finished re-tying his boot and then glanced upward, nodding to the small crew of people gathered behind the camera. He gave them a thumbs up, and then pressed the tips of his fingers to the cement, the gold rings adorning them glinting in the light from above. 

He focused on the camera flashes as they came, repositioning his legs and arms and giving the crew what they asked for with the subtle tilt of his head and the smirk that had become second nature to him over the previous months. 

And though he worked with the long coat, the fabric pooled around his legs as he changed positions, he was careful to keep certain appendages hidden from view, though he could feel the weight of them against his back - their presence a constant reminder of what he’d chosen on Santa Monica Beach. 

But it was worth it, he reminded himself as he smiled for the camera, one of the assistants rushing over to adjust his styled hair and reposition his garters before any more pictures were taken, her fingers combing carefully through the strands and then sliding - not entirely professionally - over the skin of his thighs. Completely worth it. 

His smile grew, but so did the heat that crawled over his right palm - and the man knew exactly what that meant. 

It’s time to find someone else… and make a new offer.

- 

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[goodwriterwithbadhabits]

Stray Kids Favorite Dates.

{Master List}

Warnings: Swearing (its me, come on)

Chan: Boardwalk Dates

Hear me out

Near the beach, enjoying the sun

Shopping

Goofing around at the record shop you find

If its somewhere like the Santa Monica boardwalk where there are rides and carnival stuff

He’s gonna try his darndest to win you a plushie. 

These kinds of dates remind him of home

Even if you’re not in Australia 

The date will not end until you’ve watched the sunset

And even then yall will inevitably end up staying up to watch the stars and try naming constellations. 

There are definitely some songs about these days

~~

Minho: Volunteering at a shelter

We all know Minho's love of animals

So his partner would have to love them too

You two plan this for days if not weeks

Its a super big deal

Cause you don’t get to do it often

But you do it enough for the staff to remember you

you guys remember all the shelters residents 

And absolutely love hearing about those that get adopted

It doesn’t seem like a date but you guys love it

It lets you do something you love together

Plus you get to hang out with and help cute pets

The last hour or so that you’re there, you end up just playing with the kittens

Constantly have to talk each other out of adopting another baby

~~

Changbin: Korean BBQ/ Hot Pot.

Rich boy loves simple dates

You always dress up a little

Nothing too fancy, but enough to make it feel special

You don’t get to go out often but when you do

He goes all out

No matter what you want, he’s got you. 

All the best meats

A private booth or room if possible

Just the two of you and some spectacular food

You never sit across from each other

Its easier to feed one another if you’re beside each other

He loves cooking meat and feeding it to you

And vice versa. 

The night always ends with the two of you cuddled together in food comas

~~

Hyunjin: Art Gallery/ Painting at home

You are his favorite muse

Loves taking candid pics of you admiring artwork

Or drawing you 

He also loves just getting coffee or tea and heading to whatever art exhibit he can find. 

It always feels like you’re the only two there

Shoulder to shoulder, sipping your drinks and whispering about the art. 

He will inevitably end up taking copious amounts of pictures

To him its art admiring art

If you do end up staying home to draw or paint or whatever he will draw you

He has several paintings of you that no one else is allowed to see

He might have even gifted you a painting of yourself at some point

~~

Jisung: Nap Dates

Nothing beats coming over to his place with some snacks

Throwing on a Studio Ghibli movie 

And passing the fuck out all cuddled together.

No matter what you come over wearing

You will end up in his hoodie

He likes the way they end up smelling like you after

Also, on the rare occasion you’re the only one asleep he can take a cute picture of you in his hoodie. 

Most of the time he’s the one falling asleep first.

You guys are practically fused together every time

Just a mess of limbs

The other boys probably have tons of pics of you two 

He just loves waking up with you in his arms tbh

~~

Felix: Shopping/ Mall dates

loves people watching and coming up with ridiculous scenarios for people's lives. 

Whoever makes the other laugh harder gets to pick which shop you go in first

The loser has to pay for lunch

Also greatly enjoys just buying you things

You guys play this game in clothing shops where you make outfits for each other

Outfits you end up wearing on future dates probably

He loves buying matching clothes

Or lowkey matching accessories.

Like a ring that matches your necklace

Or hats that match each others bags or shoes

No matter how many clothes he buys you, you’ll just end up wearing his anyway

Most things you buy end up shared either way.

Your jewelry collection has increased dramatically cause of him

~~

Seungmin: Picnic Dates

He thinks there's nothing more romantic 

Always has to make the food together

Or shop for the food together

Unless its a surprise date

You guys actually bought one of the cheesy picnic baskets from the movies

And the red checkered blanket

He has a whole backpack of related supplies

Like sunscreen, bug spray, baby wipes, the important stuff.

Loves finding the quiet, hidden spots for your dates. 

His favorite is this peaceful meadow with a little duck pond

You will end up spending hours laying on your backs staring up at the clouds

Sometimes you stay out late enough to see the stars

He always gets pouty when you finally decide to pack everything up and head home

~~

Jeongin: Cafe Date

He's a sucker for the classics 

He just wants to hold your hand over the table and feed you cake

Your first date was at this little cafe and it quickly became your spot

he adores going back there for any big occasion

Always gets a window seat so you can people watch

At this point he knows your order 

And vice versa

So whoever gets there first orders for the both of you

He always tries to get there first so he can pay

He loves planning matching outfits and posting OOTDs on Insta for everyone to see

If you’re having a bad day, he makes a point to dress you up and take you to the cafe

Or if you don’t want to get dressed, you guys go in your pjs

He really doesn’t care, he just wants to take you to the happy place.

[uswnt5]

Hey Gos. Do you have an LA activity/sightseeing suggestions for someone going with their family but not really into the Disneyland hype?

Griffith observatory, Santa Monica Pier, Venice boardwalk, Hollywood Reservoir for a great view of the Hollywood sign and a nice walk, a game a BMO, Grand Central market, Spend a day in South Bay and rent bikes to bike along the ocean, so much!

But its definitely a car city.

[angelsdusted]

" now i know you're lying if you say you've never been to a boardwalk carnival before . santa monica — you've never been ? "

[shalini-yadav45]

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[invisibleraven]

Date Night for Rose/Ray/Reggie? Pretty please and thank you.

After Reggie falls into Ray and Rose's bed, he kind of never wants to leave. Not only for the sex which is blazing hot, far better than the few fumbling encounters with fans he'd had in the past. But also, just being held by them, talking long into the night until their voices are hoarse and the sun is cresting the horizon.

But they have to leave the bedroom sometime, and Reggie worries that they won't work outside of there. He knows that he means more to them than the sex, it's not some twisted friends with benefits situation, but still. Rose and Ray have been together for years now, have their own groove. Yet he seems to fit into it like a greased wheel, cog moving together like clockwork.

But he's still surprised when Ray asks him what he wants to do for date night,

"Are you okay going out with the three of us?" Reggie asked. "Won't people talk?"

"No one we care about," Rose says with a shrug. "The Petal Pushers all know and gave me a heck yeah. Hazel is thrilled, she was rooting for you extra hard."

"Gosh I love Hazel," Reggie sighs.

"Don't we all," Ray quips. "Tori knows. She doesn't get it, but she loves us too much to raise a stink. And I work with artists who don't care about who you sleep with as long as the job gets done."

"So, date night?" Rose poses again.

"Um, my last date was in high school," Reggie replies with a blush, a time that seems like yesterday and a million years ago now. He never feels very young or naive around Ray and Rose but they were both in their twenties when he first met them, and he's passed his twenty first birthday not that long ago. But still...

"What did you do for dates then?" Ray asked. "I know we went to a fair few shows, but I get if that's a big no for you."

Reggie nods his head appreciatively. "What do you guys usually do?" They've gone on a few date nights since bringing him home, but he doubts nearly as many as they used to.

"Bowling, drive in, maybe a nice meal somewhere, nothing crazy," Rose answers. Which isn't far off from Reggie's history, only substitute bowling for the arcade and a nice meal with getting a slice somewhere.

"I like bowling," he supplies. "I'm no good at it though."

"Oh, neither are we," Ray says with a laugh.

"Speak for yourself," Rose interjects.

So they go bowling, with Rose kicking their asses, and crowing when she does. Reggie doesn't even care that his balls seem attached to the gutters, he's having too much fun jibing at Ray while shoveling nachos and watered down beer into his system.

Eventually though the rented shoes are pinching their toes and they decide to move on, stopping on the boardwalk for ice cream, enjoying the sound of crashing waves in the distance, the lights of the Santa Monica pier a distant blur.

"We should go there next time," Reggie suggests. "Ride the ferris wheel, eat our weight in funnel cakes and cotton candy."

"Sounds like a lovely second date," Rose replies. Ray hums in agreement, and the three of them swing their hands together as they make their way back to the car.

"Did you have fun lindo?" Ray asks as he drives them home, Rose kicking her feet up on the dash, singing along quietly to Heart playing on the radio.

"It was the best first date I've ever had," Reggie replied, smile wide, and then joins Rose for the chorus, their voices melding together as the Wilson sisters croon.

Then, at the door to their apartment, Ray and Rose both playfully give him goodnight kisses, like they would as if he was dropping them home. Only then they giggle as they pull Reggie inside and and engage in a few activities that the movies usually reserved for a third date.

But Reggie doesn't really care, because he knows they'll have hundreds of dates in the future, and he can't wait to go on every single one of them.