#this bracelet thing is getting out of hand

[rmview]

how they’d apologize, ENHYPEN.

featuring — enhypen members x gn!reader  ( masterlist )

summary — how the enhypen boys apologize after saying they want to break up with you in the middle of an argument! ( can be read as part 2 of this )

contents — hurt & comfort, regret.

hee ▪ seung 

heeseung isn’t the type to explode in fights, but when the frustration piles up and he blurts out, “i want to break up,” the second it leaves his lips, regret punches him square in the chest. heeseung would spend hours spiraling — replaying your face when you heard those words, the way your eyes dropped, how your voice went small. he wouldn’t waste time. he’d show up at your door, no text, no call, because a message wasn’t enough. the moment you cracked the door open, his eyes would already be glossed over. 

“i didn’t mean it. i swear to god, i didn’t mean it.” he’d be breathless, words tumbling over each other. “i was scared. i was hurting and i— i lashed out like a coward.” he’d tug nervously at his sleeves, voice trembling as he apologized over and over. “i love you. i need you. please don’t let me be the idiot who loses the best thing in his life because of a stupid fight.” 

heeseung’s apologies would be raw, desperate, and honest — every inch of him willing to earn you back, no matter how long it took. 

jay ▪ 

jay’s pride makes it hard for him to back down in the moment, but the guilt eats at him quickly. after saying those words, he wouldn’t sleep, wouldn’t eat properly. he’d pace around his apartment rehearsing a thousand apologies in the mirror, only to stumble when he saw your photo on his phone. 

his apology would come in person — and it wouldn’t be polished. “i was a fucking idiot.” he’d curse at himself more than you ever could. “i hurt the person i love most ‘cause i was too stubborn to admit i was scared. scared of losing you, scared of not being enough.” jay’s voice would be low, eyes on the ground, until he worked up the nerve to meet yours. “i don’t deserve forgiveness right now. but if you’ll let me, i want to prove i can be better for you.” 

he’d leave it in your hands, no pressure — but his heart would be in every word. 

jake ▪ 

jake’s heart would shatter the moment he saw your expression after his words. he’d probably chase after you immediately, already on the verge of tears. later, when the dust settled, he’d come to you with his tail between his legs, carrying something small he knew you liked — maybe a snack, maybe a bracelet you mentioned wanting once. but it wouldn’t be about gifts. 

“y/n, i don’t even know how to say sorry right. i was so mad, and i said the worst thing i could possibly say to the person i love most.” his voice would crack, and he’d look like he hadn’t slept in days. “i didn’t mean it. not for a second. you’re everything to me, and losing you… it scares the shit out of me.” 

jake would be the type to softly cry while apologizing, unable to hide his emotions, clutching your hand if you let him, begging silently for one more chance. 

sung ▪ hoon 

sunghoon’s the type to shut down in a fight — his words sharper than he intends, and when he blurts out “i want to break up,” it’s not because he means it, it’s because he panics. the regret would hit him instantly. he’d avoid you at first, not because he didn’t care, but because he wouldn’t know how to face the damage he caused. a day or two later, he’d show up at your place, hoodie pulled over his head, eyes bloodshot. his voice would be quiet, but steady. 

“i messed up. bad.” he’d take a deep breath, fidgeting with his sleeves. “i was scared of how much you mean to me. it makes me… reckless sometimes. i thought pushing you away would protect me from getting hurt first. stupid, right?” he’d pause, searching your face. “i don’t want to break up. i don’t want a world without you in it. please… just tell me what i need to do to fix this.” 

sunghoon would mean every word — his vulnerability plain in his teary eyes and trembling voice. 

su ▪ noo 

sunoo would feel instant, suffocating guilt. the moment those words left his lips, his heart would drop, and he’d barely let you walk away before chasing after you, calling your name, his voice cracking. he wouldn’t sleep a wink. the next morning, you’d find him standing outside your place, dark circles under his eyes, holding your favorite drink. 

“i didn’t mean it. i swear i didn’t mean it.” he’d be breathless, eyes glossed over, desperate to explain. “i was hurt… and angry, and i said something unforgivable. but y/n — you mean too much to me. i love you more than my pride, more than my mistakes. i’m not okay without you.” he’d tear up mid-apology, reaching for your hand with a trembling one. “i’ll spend forever making this up to you if you’ll let me.” 

sunoo wouldn’t hold back his emotions, his sincerity written in every inch of him. 

jung ▪ won 

jungwon is calm and collected most days — but when emotions build up, he can blurt out things he instantly regrets. after saying it, his world would stop. he wouldn’t even try to hide how wrecked he was by his own words. he’d message you non-stop that night — apologizing, begging you to meet him, leaving voice notes where his voice cracked. 

when you finally opened the door, he’d look utterly wrecked. “i didn’t mean it. i… god, y/n, i was angry, and i lashed out. i’ve never hated myself more than i do right now.” he’d step closer, cautious, his usual confidence gone. “i’m so sorry. i let my pride speak instead of my heart. but my heart — it only wants you.” 

his voice would break near the end, eyes pleading for even a sliver of hope. he’d do anything to fix this.

ni ▪ ki 

ni-ki’s young, and sometimes impulsive with his words when hurt. saying “i want to break up” would have been a split-second decision driven by anger, and the crushing regret would settle in immediately after. he wouldn’t know what to do at first — pacing his room, debating if he should text, call, show up. finally, he’d come to your place late at night, looking small, nervous, and on the verge of tears. 

“i… i messed up, didn’t i?” his voice would be barely audible. “i don’t want to lose you. i don’t even know why i said it. i was scared and mad and… stupid.” he’d look at you like you hung the moon. “i’m sorry, y/n. you don’t have to forgive me now, or ever. but i need you to know — i love you. more than anything.” 

the words would be raw, his heart on his sleeve, willing to do anything to earn back your trust. 

notes: thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed <3

[grilledcheesedestroyer]

ELTINGVILLE CLUB WRITER?? I'm so glad you guys aren't extinct 🙏 could I get hcs for bill and jerry on how they'd react to getting a bracelet from reader? ^^

Bill dickey and Jerry stokes reacting to getting a bracelet from you(hcs)

Warnings: use of the f slur (I can say it guys dw), bill..just bill

A/n: wooo first request! We aren't extinct trust me guys 🫡 I had like,,no idea what to put as the title for this but its whatever! I wrote this at 4 am and it's not entirely looked over so if there are some mistakes please ignore them,,

Bill dickey:

-The second you hold it out for him to take he just stares at it before scoffing and going on a rant about how he couldn't be caught wearing a bracelet, how it's not manly, how it looks like shit..ect

"That's pansy shit! I dont wear jewelery especially not jewelery that's made by you. It looks like a 5 year old made that!"

-He'll snatch it out of your hand and critique everything about it but won't give it back when you tell him he just doesnt have to wear it

-He acts like he hates it (he actually doesn't)

-Goes home with it shoved in his pocket and leave it there until the next day when he remembers it's in there

-He wouldn't wear it..in public that is

-So what if sometimes he slips it on when he's just around the house! That doesn't mean he likes it! He's just..well.. there's no defending him c'mon

-If you ask about it, suddenly he's the worlds best gaslighter (ha)

"What the fuck are you talking about? Even if you DID give me a bracelet what makes you think I'd wear that faggy shit..now stop asking!"

-When he's not wearing it, it sits in his side table next to his bed

-If you ever see it when you come over he makes up some lame excuse about just tossing it in there and not caring about it then throwing it in the trashcan infront of you

-Once you leave he digs around for it, complaining the whole time

"-SHITshitshit! Where the hell is this dumb thing!this is the stupidest thing ever!"

-He'll never tell you that he went back for it though

-Does change the hiding spot for it just in case

Jerry stokes:

-Unlike bill, jerry is happy to see you hand him a bracelet!

-Once he takes it from you he immediately puts it on and thanks you

"Bidi bidi bidi thank you! This is really cool..you made it yourself?"

-If he walks home alone, he'll admire it and fidget with it absentmindedly

-but If he's walking with the guys he keep it tucked in his pocket praying to whoever that it doesn't fall out

-Wears it pretty much everyday besides when he sees the guys

-As much as he loves the bracelet, he knows the guys will flame him for it so he doesn't risk it.

-When he's not wearing it though, he leaves it on his desk where it's safe (and where he knows he'll remember it!)

-If he can he does try to make you something in return!

-I hc that even though jerry can be..questionable at times he likes to give stuff to people

-In all he cherishes the bracelet and thinks its awesome!

[catzz089]

Lestappen reverse amnesia for the Put That Guy Into A Situation ask game?? 👀👀👀

Max had been having a great day.

Perfect, even.

He’d walked to a bakery in the other side of Monaco without being interrupted, ordered and walked all the way back and still, there were no photos or autographs or anything.

And look, he appreciated that people liked him, he really did. He enjoyed hearing people shout his name in grandstands and cheer for him and make him little bracelets with “inchident” written on them. It was lovely, truly.

But god. Sometimes he missed the peace and sanctity of being alone and getting to actually live his life.

It was rare he had days like this, especially in Monaco, where all the worlds famous people are compounded into one tiny country, and people came from far and wide specifically to watch them like animals in a cage.

You couldn’t blame him for wanting a day or two in silence.

Well, not total silence.

Today had been total silence.

He hadn’t received texts from anyone. Not the team, even though he knew he was due a stern talking to for skipping a press conference.

Hell, not even Charles had texted.

Which he wasn’t upset about, he really wasn’t.

It just…

He’d been dating Charles for eight whole months, and he knew in the grand scheme of things that was nothing, but it felt so right. So normal.

They’d managed to tip-toe around each other for about a week or so, before they finally took the drive and went straight in. Since then it had been magical.

It was a new, brilliant feeling to be loved so wholeheartedly. And every single morning, every single one, they would send each other a good morning message, maybe a face time call. Probably a promise to call later. They’d continue texting throughout the entire day, even when they were still going to see each other.

Charles had never forgotten, not properly. Because even when he forgot, Max wouldn’t. Once Max sent his, Charles would usually be straight on it and it would all be perfect.

Max had sent his message at 7:42.

It was 14:28.

He wasn’t bitter. He could never be upset with Charles. It just maybe felt a little lonely.

It had been seven hours. Even if Charles had woken up late, surely it wouldn’t have been that late.

(Max knew he hadn’t woken up late. He knew. It was a Tuesday, Charles always went to the gym at 8am on a Tuesday. He also had a Ferrari meeting today, he’d been told about that last week. The meeting was at 12, Charles should be awake.)

It was fine.

Charles would message later.

———

Charles did not message later.

Max was beginning to get the sickening feeling that something was really, really wrong.

In his boredom he’d texted about a thousand other people- even Esteban got sent a meme of their podium together.

Absolutely no responses.

Not one person messaged him back.

He was desperately hoping Charles was just super busy, or maybe he’d lost his phone.

Something like that.

Charlie ❤️🏎️:

Me:

Good morning love

How are you?

<sent at 7:42>

Me:

Charles?

Are you okay?

Has something happened?

<sent at 19:01>

He’d give it an hour.

———

He did not give it an hour

It was maybe 25 minutes at best before he slipped his shoes on and slammed the door on his apartment shut.

It was a 10 minute walk, but he honestly couldn’t stop himself as he walked towards his Aston and jumped inside.

He shot down the street, desperately hoping he wouldn’t get fined for this, because a Formula 1 driver getting into issues because of a car was downright embarrassing.

Charles’ doorman didn’t spare him a glance and he swept inside and made a break for the stairs. The elevator alway took so long to open, he trusted his legs to go faster.

He didn’t waste a second, whipping out his spare key and instantly shoving it through the lock and pushing his way inside.

“Charles?” He called.

There was no response.

He walked further, going towards the kitchen.

He gently pushed open the door and-

He was slammed back with a vicious hand grabbing at his collar.

Cold sharp metal was pressed to his throat.

He barely managed to regain his balance in time to look Charles in his wide, wild eyes.

“Who the fuck are you?” Charles growled.

Max opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.

What the fuck was he doing.

“Charlie?”

“Don’t fucking Charlie me,” he snarled, “who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house.”

“Um, apartment, actually.” He corrected on total instinct.

The knife pressed harder.

Expertly done, Max. Real good job.

Now he was genuinely fearing for his safety, which really fucked with his head considering this was the only person he felt completely, 100% safe and comfortable with. But for whatever reason, Charles looked to be just in the wrong side of insane, and Max had some survival instinct to his name.

“No no no, Charles. What do you mean? I’m Max. Your fucking boyfriend? What the fuck is going on?” His breaths were coming in faster now, he laughed and it sounded fake and hysterical to his own ears.

Charles’ face never softened, not like it usually did. He kept his grip firm.

“Look, man. I get you’re some fucking fan or whatever, but you do not get to break into my fucking house and act like we know each other.” He snapped.

“What? No, have you hit your head? Charles I’m your boyfriend. At the very least I’m your fucking coworker, we’ve been racing against each other since we were eight.” Max stressed.

Charles somehow managed to look even more angry.

Max grabbed his wrist and pushed the knife away, very quickly followed by Charles himself getting a firm shove as he jumped back and far far away from his pyscho insane boyfriend.

“No no no, Charles I swear. I can prove it! I can prove it!” He whipped his phone out and brandished it about like a torch.

Charles was looking at him, still very angry but at least he wasn’t being threatened with the damn knife again.

Max rushed to pull up his camera roll, clicking in the ones of their most recent date.

“Look!” He exclaimed, scrolling through the photos from afar. “It’s you and me, see! Happy! Together! Because we are dating, Charlie.”

Charles looked pale and unsure, before it flicked straight back to anger.

“Is that fucking AI? You fucking psycho, you break into my apartment claim we’re dating and then show me fake photos? You don’t think I’d be able to remember my boyfriend?”

“Well, honestly I kind of thought you’d remember your boyfriend too,” Max muttered, which was the wrong decision as the fire relit Charles eyes and he stepped forward.

Max was still far too aware of the massive kitchen knife hung in his hand and Charles’ usually harmless tendency to defend the people and things around him.

Except this time he was defending himself from his boyfriend and Max was scared.

“Okay, uhm, it seems like this is a bad time? I’ll- uh- pop back in later?” He said, more of a question than anything else.

He backed slowly towards the door, watching Charles carefully for any changes in movement; like prey escaping a predator.

When Charles seemed to register his words, and moved after him to do something, Max leapt back and out of the door, slamming it in front of him.

———

The second Max entered his apartment he make a break for his bed and collapsed onto it, burying his face in a pillow- which didn’t even fucking help because the pillow smelt like Charles and Charles didn’t even know who he was.

Was he okay?

Had he hit his head or something?

Max hoped he hadn’t, he was busy moping in bed instead of calling an ambulance for his disillusioned boyfriend. If something was wrong Max was being insanely useless.

Charles had never looked at him like that before.

Max had seen him angry, hell he’d even seen Charles angry at him. But that had been different. So, so different.

At least Charles knew his fucking name, at least they both knew they’d get it sorted out the second the emotions had calmed down. At least Max hadn’t been scared of being hurt.

His eyes gazed over his streams of messages. Some people had left him on read. Some delivered.

Nobody had responded.

No, he thought.

Charles wasn’t the issue here.

Max was.

He wasn’t sure how or why, but for some reason he was the issue and he had no fucking idea how to solve it.

He clenched his eyes shut.

What the fuck was he meant to do?

Nobody knew him.

Did he still have a job? Could he still race?

There was a month before the next one, surely that was enough time to figure it out.

God, did he have anyone?

Charles clearly didn’t remember him, what about his sister? His mother? His friends?

Was he just.. a ghost?

What had happened?

And how the fuck was he meant to get things back to the way they were?

He couldn’t live like this. He knew that.

What was the point if he woke up to a cold bed, woke up to do nothing and then went back to bed?

He wanted Charles back.

He wanted his morning cuddles and secret make out sessions and careful words back.

His heart ached at the thought that he might never get that again.

He could never love anybody else after Charles, he was it for Max. They were meant to get married and retire and move away together in a house by the water somewhere with a zoo of animals.

He brushed his hand over his neck. He could feel the raised skin where the knife had grazed. It hadn’t cut him, not properly, it had just broken a couple of the top layers of skin, leaving it red and inflamed. It hurt, almost. It hurt more that Charles had been the one to do it.

His sweet, caring Charles who always looked out for him, and held him tight and treated him with such reverence Max hardly knew how he deserved it.

Maybe he didn’t.

Maybe, some omniscient force recognised that Max didn’t deserve the love and affection Charles presented him on a silver platter, and ripped him away. It must have been too overpowered for Max to even be able to do anything.

He felt cold, like the terror creeping through his veins had turned to ice and he would never be able to feel warm again.

He fought back the tears pressing at the corners of his eyes and hauled himself up to the closet.

He pulled out a hoodie. His favourite one.

Obnoxious red with a massive 16 on the back. It smelled distinctly of his favourite cologne.

He slipped it on and flopped back into his bed.

He was overwhelmed with the scent and feel of what should’ve been pure happiness, but was now beginning to feel like the worst mix of dread and despair.

He curled up tighter, not even bothering to go underneath the covers, even if it would’ve helped with the ceaseless shivers.

His breaths turned shattered, until they turned into soft sobs ripping their way past his lips.

He gripped his legs, digging his nails in under the vauge hope it would help ground him.

The crying never stopped, no matter how hard he tried to muffle it down.

His eyelids felt wet and heavy, his entire body felt weak and useless but he just couldn’t sleep.

He checked his clock, 02:14.

His mind was still restless, running on a mill that never slowed or stopped. It just kept fucking going.

By the time his body finally gave up and lulled him into a fitful sleep, it read 04:01

———

He startled awake as a loud bang resonated across his room. He jumped upright, propping himself up on the bed with his hands, especially as his head spun at the sudden change.

He looked to the doorway, a shadowy outline of a person with their hands pressed agaisnt the side of the doorframe.

It almost looked like-

“Charles?”

He seemed to deflate, and stepped closer.

Max flinched back, thinking for just a second that Charles had returned to finish what he started, until Charles, in a voice so utterly soft and breathless said, “Oh, Max.”

Max let out some strangled mix between a sob and a sigh of relief. Charles leapt forward onto the bed and pulled Max into his arms.

Max instantly reciprocated, wrapping his arms firmly around his torso and shoving his head into the warm crook between his neck and collar as he safely positioned himself on Charles’ lap.

Charles pressed frantic kisses along the top of his head, gripping him close protectively, like nothing else in the world mattered.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry mon cœur.” He whispered.

“I swear. I swear I don’t know what came over me. I love you, Max. I love you more than you even know, sweetheart.”

Max sniffled, pressing impossibly closer.

“I’m so so sorry, I’m so sorry, baby.”

Charles gently peeled Max away from him, eliciting an embarrassing whine.

He framed Max’s face with his hands, dropping kiss after kiss on porcelain skin.

His forehead, cheeks, nose, lips. Max surged back in desperately for a stronger, firmer kiss. Charles complied easily, moving a hand to card through his hair.

Eventually, he pulled away, to Max’s displeasure.

He titled Max’s head up, taking a squinted look at his neck.

Max heard his breath hitch and felt his hands begin to tremble as they pushed Max back into his body, curling his arms tighter around him.

“God- I. Max I’m so sorry. I swear- I promise, I-“ Charles stuttered. He sounded so genuinely distraught that it hurt Max too.

He also sounded frighteningly close to tears, and Max really didn’t want that.

“It’s okay, Charlie.” He said, his voice came out low and croaky.

“No it’s not. I hurt you. I threatened you. Fuck, Max. I had a knife to your throat. What part of that is okay?”

Max sat up and snuck his arms around Charles’ neck.

“No, Charlie. You saw an intruder break into your house and did what you could to get them out.” He said sternly. “I don’t know what happened yesterday. But nobody knew me. You couldn’t have done anything about that. That is exactly what I want you to do whenever someone breaks in.”

Charles looked miserable staring at him. Max smiled softly and kissed his forehead.

“The intruder isn’t meant to be you, baby. You came in with a key. That’s not intruding. And what if I had been worse? I don’t ever, ever want to hurt you. I want to keep you safe from everything, but I was the one putting you in danger.”

Max frowned.

“I’m okay, Charlie. You didn’t hurt me. I’ve done worse itching my neck.” He explained, his throat was begging him to stop talking but he had to keep going until he forced it through his boyfriend’s thick skull.

Charles huffed a little hysterically, “You’re eyes are raw and red, I came in and you were curled up on top of the duvet wearing my hoodie that you were clinging on to way too tightly. You have massive black circles under your eyes and a cut on your neck that I put there.”

Max loved him so much. But sometimes he was so stupid.

“Yes, well you’re here now, aren’t you? You can fix me up nice and quickly. You’re always the best at it.”

Charles perked up at that, not obviously but Max knew. He would always know.

“Yes, of course- I mean… Can I? Please?” He asked hopefully.

Max let out a wet laugh, “Yes, of course Schat. I finally get you back, obviously I want you to take care of me.”

Charles sighed in relief, pulling Max back in and flopping them both down into bed so they were lying down. He kicked the sheets down until he could flick them over the both of them, encasing them in warmth.

Max cuddled happily into him, dropping a trail of kisses across his neck.

“I think,” Charles whispered, “We start by getting some more sleep. Then I can make you a nice breakfast, and we can have breakfast in bed-“

“Charlie,” Max giggled, “You can’t even boil pasta properly. You’ll burn my apartment down if you try breakfast.”

Charles gasped dramatically, “Lies and slander, mon trésor. How dare you.” He grabbed Max’s waist and flipped them both over, so Max was underneath Charles, staring up at him as he sat up and straddled Max’s waist.

“You’ll pay for this, baby. I have no other option.” He monologued. “I’m going to have to torture you,” He bent down and pressed a flurry of kissed over Max’s face, coating every available surface until Max was laughing and writhing underneath him.

“Charles! Get your slobber off of me!” He shrieked, but Charles continued his attack with vigour.

“Have you had enough, sweetheart? Because I’m afraid we aren’t done yet!”

Max managed to get his arms free enough to cover his face from the onslaught and pushed back against Charles’ face.

“I surrender! I surrender!” He shouted, and Charles finally let up.

“Fine fine,” he drawled, “Just let me see your pretty face.”

Charles coaxed his arms away from his smiling face and dropped one more firm kiss onto his lips.

They grinned at each other, the previous day forgotten. Charles grabbed at Max’s waist again to spin them back over so Max could curl back into his chest again, exactly where he belonged.

“I love you, baby.” Charles sighed fondly.

“I love you too, Charlie.”

[bbitches]

Falling without a net (pt.1)

Mafia!Charles Leclerc x gossipgirl!reader x brother!Nate Archibald

sypnosis: Little Miss Archibald is caught leaving Constance Billard in a blacked-out Ferrari—driven by none other than dangerously handsome mafia affiliate, Charles Leclerc. As Upper East Side gossip explodes, Y/N flaunts the scandalous relationship, shrugging off Blair’s warnings and Nate’s concern. But as nights blur into VIP parties and whispered promises, even Chuck and Blair start to worry—will she survive this high-stakes romance, or will it destroy her? XOXO, Gossip Girl.

warnings: underage drinking, use of drug substances, huge age gap, grooming?? cl is 26 and reader is 16 lmao, cursing

a/n: god pleaseeee let this reach the right audience. i’ve already written like five parts lol. i’ll post them if this isn’t a flop.

part two

Spotted: Little Miss Archibald stepping out of Constance Billard in a blacked-out Ferrari… and it’s not Nate behind the wheel. *Ding, ding—scandal alert!* Who’s the mysterious (and dangerously handsome) driver making all the UES moms clutch their pearls? Let’s just say, someone’s been keeping secrets. —Gossip Girl  

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The dismissal bell rings at Constance Billard, and the usual swarm of uniformed socialites floods the sidewalk. You’re laughing with your friends, twirling the silver bracelet Charles gave you—

"So you remember who you belong to," he’d murmured, fastening it around your wrist.  

With a dirty glance towards some head-band wearing, lipgloss applying nepo babies, you descend from the front steps.

Nate caught your eye from the other side of the school.

Just then, as Nate was about to call out to you, the low purr of an engine cuts through the chatter.  

A sleek, black Ferrari glides to the curb. The tinted window rolls down, revealing him—Charles Leclerc, sharp jawline, dreamy green eyes, a smirk that makes even Serena sigh.  

"Mon cœur,” he calls, ignoring the stares.  (my heart)

Blair, standing nearby with her minions, stiffens. "That’s who you’ve been sneaking around with?" she hisses, gripping your arm. "He’s twenty-six. And—" She lowers her voice. "Dangerous."  

You shrug her off. "I smell a little jealousy, Blair. Is my brother and Chuck still not enough for you?"  

A scoff leaves her Dior lipstick covered lips, “I’m looking out for you-“

You shrugged past her.

The gossip spreads faster than wildfire. By the time you slide into the leather seat, Charles’ hand resting possessively on your thigh, everyone is watching.  

Some with disapproving stares.

---

Nate slams his glass down. "You’re sixteen. He’s—"  

"Perfect," you interrupt, swirling the vodka Charles poured you earlier.  

Blair, perched on Chuck’s lap, glares. "She’s been skipping classes. Showing up hungover. And now this? Next thing you know, she’ll be getting stoned-"  

Chuck, ever the provocateur, smirks. "I like him. He’s got style."  

Blair elbows him. "Not helping."  

Nate runs a hand through his hair. "He’s mafia, Y/N. You think this ends well?"  

You laugh, the room tilting slightly. "It ends with me in Monaco, wearing his ring. Besides, you screwed a married woman. And almost every screw-able person on the upper east side. I don’t see what the problem is."  

Nate grabs his bag and storms out without another word.

Blair’s expression softens—just for a second. "God, you’re such an idiot." But there’s worry in her eyes.  

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Charles’ hand is firm around yours as he leads you through the VIP section, past models and mob associates. The bass thrums in your chest, the world blurring at the edges.  

"You’re mine, yes?" he murmurs against your ear, lips brushing your skin, squeezing your hand firmly to remind you to behave.

You nod, dizzy. "Always."  

Across the room, Chuck watches, drink in hand. Blair’s next to him, arms crossed.  

"She’s in over her head," Blair mutters.  

Chuck sighs. "Let’s just make sure she doesn’t drown."  

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“Think you can handle it?” The aged man says from across the table. One of Charles’ associates, you assumed. His attire screamed class, but something about his gaze told you his life was anything but. He slid a bunch white powder and a straw towards you.

You were finally being acknowledged in Charles’ meetings. You weren’t about to give them a chance to think less of you.

So, without a single thought about the consequences that would come after, you took the straw, “Why the fuck not?”

“No.” Charles said, eerily calm, but with quiet authority.

Your movements stilled.

“Oh, why not?” The man from across said. Protests came from all around the table.

“She’s mine, and if I say she’s not, she’s not.” Charles said, his tone making it crystal clear that he would not repeat that statement a second time.

The painful squeeze to your hand acted as a final warning. Behave.

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“What the fuck were you thinking?” He snarled as soon as you arrived to the familiar safety of his NYC penthouse.

His eyes were the epitome of fury.

You ignored him, bad idea, and helped yourself to a bottle of tequila, not even bothering to pour it into a glass and drank it straight from the bottle.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He growled, snatching the bottle from you.

”What?” You grunted, directing a glare towards him.

“Tell me what you did tonight.” He said, as if he was lecturing a child.

You let out a scoff, “you were there, you know what I did.”

He looked as if he was about to burst. Jaw clenched, eyes wild. But he collected himself. Took a deep breath.

His hand cupped your cheek, his touch gentle, so gentle, “you were about to-“ He sighed, “I shouldn’t have brought you around those people. I’m sorry.”

He caught your eye, still as stubborn as ever.

His thumb stroked your cheek, “You almost went too far tonight.”

“Whatever.” You mumbled, pushing his hand away and collected your things.

You saw a flash of hurt in his eyes, but you were too drunk to care.

And so you left, without a care in the world.

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You stumbled onto the street, Louboutins digging into your feet.

You flipped your phone open to see 23 missed calls from Nate, 32 texts from Blair and one voicemail from Chuck.

Overbearing fuckers.

With a grunt, you called Nate.

Within a ring, you heard his voice on the other end, “Where the hell are you?”

“Chill, Nathaniel.” You said, sarcastically, “let me think… New York!”

“Y/n Archibald, do you-“

---

Gossip Girl Here, Your One and Only Source Into the Scandalous Lives of Manhattan’s Elite.

And the question on everyone’s lips: *Will Nate let his baby sister run off with a mob prince? Or will the Upper East Side’s golden girl crash and burn?* Stay tuned, darlings. —XOXO, Gossip Girl.

//

part two

[decayedsword]

oh my gosh thank you for 40 followers??

HI OMG i never thought i would reach this far but awoefhaoweuhfoawhe THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!! im writing--i promise--its just super busy in my life atm!!

here are two excerpts from my two latest works in progress from my asks!

1) kc!ronin x artist reader

When you had clicked the ‘accept call’ option, you didn’t expect to be so enamoured by the devil, who peered in his swivel gaming chair, posters decorating the blood-red walls around him.

You sat there, mouth slightly agape for a few beats, simply taking in the epitome of a painting of a thousand words that was behind a web camera. This was the first time you had ever thought a grotesque serial killer known for fucking up the bodies beyond repair looked beautiful.

Atop his burgundy hair sat a striped gray beanie with two red horns standing tall on the fabric. Piercings adorned his ears, industrial on the left and double lobe on the right. His neck was decorated with a collar imbued with spikes, and a necklace with a sword charm that vaguely resembled a cross. He wore a simple black shirt with a skull graphic on the front, a leather jacket spilling from his elbows. You don’t fail to notice the varying pins he’s stuck onto his clothes to make them feel more like him, as well as the bracelets that peek out from his sleeve.

“Aw, don’t tell me you’ve fallen for me already?”

Ronin’s voice barely snaps you out of the trance he’s put you in. You’re in-and-out of your loops when you two talk over voice call, your eyes piercing into him, trying to capture his essence into the back of your head.

You bite your lip and curse yourself internally. There was no scrap paper lying around, and your sketchbook was laying on your bed. Deemed too suspicious to go and get it right now, you decide you’re better off trying to memorize what Ronin looks like.

When, at last, he ends the video call, you scramble for a mechanical pencil and hit your bed with a loud thump. Your hand moves on its own, drawing quick strokes, in an almost-obsessive manner. You draw Ronin with such precision that you can’t comprehend that you just met him 15 minutes ago.

You need more.

2) gg!thernin x artist reader that gets in a lot of trouble (a combo of two separate asks!)

It started as a joke, you swear.

You loved drawing whatever catches your eye these days, making sure to put your signature sinister twist to it. Pure white lilies doused in red, the corpses of a couple in their wedding attire in the center. Hands around someone’s neck, laughing, maniacal and batshit insane, the look of love in their eyes. Corrupted angels standing beside Lucifer himself, sweet and rotten—you adored making sure your drawings told stories and spoke of poems to the viewer.

It was, in its own way, a healthy anger release mechanism for you.

You passed by Etheriality’s campaign poster in the halls. They truly were beautiful, ginger locks perfectly framing their face, light blue eyes and the most captivating smile you’ve ever seen.

The more you analyze their expression, the more it comes to you that it looks…fake in a way.

Shrugging your shoulders, you head outside, willing to get fresh air. As you go down the stairs, a tall boy walks by you, hair bleached white and in all-black, and you momentarily halt as shivers went down your spine.

Maybe this was when the rot started to consume you.

You leaned against a tree, shielding yourself from the rays of the sun. Absent-mindedly sketching on your notebook, you try your best to draw the many things you’ve seen today. A teacher talking about chemistry, the familiar shape of a prom queen’s emotions, a dead rat you saw splattered on the pavement, a black hoodie worn by the devil—

Your eyes scanned the page, holding your sketchbook up. You tilt it in your hands as you admire Ms. Popular and Mr. Edgy. An idea implants itself in your head, rooting itself in your desires and growing guns and roses.

That was when you had started drawing the two together. The epitome of perfection and the amalgamation of pride. Their beauty combined was like no other. Illustrations of them flooded the pages of your sketchbook. Oftentimes, you depicted them in such a domestic and intimate way that you completely disregarded your signature sinister twist in your drawings.

The bell rings, and the students around you all shuffle quickly to get out the door. You quickly stuff your supplies in your bag and head toward the crowd.

SO YEAH!! it was super fun to write this--they arent finished yet, but hey! stay tuned for the future fics ;P

[teenag3z0mbi3]

Mouthwashing Daisuke x Fem! Reader HCs

Masterlist & Request Rules Warnings: NSFW (separated from the SFW stuff) Author’s Note: Starting out with Daisuke, I will do the rest of the characters eventually.

SFW

☆ : Quality time and physical touch are his main love languages. 

☆ : This boy adores you! He would drop to his knees and worship you and the ground you walk on if you asked him to. 

☆ : He’s big on pet names and rarely addresses you by your actual name. He mostly calls you babe, baby, sweetheart, or my love.  He’ll also come up with some funny-sweet ones to tease you with.

☆ : He plans the best dates! He’s not big on elaborate, fancy dinner dates; he prefers to take you out for a meal from your favorite takeout or fast food place before taking you to do something fun. He’s a big fan of carnivals, picnics, arcades, and thrifting for dates. When going out to eat, be prepared to let him try your food. He usually orders a lot of food because he is like a bottomless pit. This boy can EAT.

☆ : He can not keep his hands off you. He always wants to cuddle or at least get a hug and kiss from you. He loves to spoon you or be spooned and enjoys lying on your chest. He’s clingy but doesn’t like to be called that.

☆ : Can’t keep his hands out of your hair either. Whether he’s just styling it, playing with it, or bleaching and dyeing it, he loves your hair. 

☆ : He has a lot of trouble falling asleep without you, but once he’s out, he’s out. He sleeps like a rock, with his arms wrapped tightly around you, unintentionally trapping you in his arms. On the nights you aren’t spending the night with him, he wants to FaceTime you before bed. Sometimes he’ll set up his laptop or phone on the nightstand with his camera on so he can fall asleep on the call with you. 

☆ : Gives you a lot of silly drawings and doodles, stuff like the Yimpy drawing he gave to Anya, but also cute stuff as well. A lot of purposefully weird-looking cat drawings too. He can draw good stuff, and he does give you nice art too, but he likes to see you laugh at his funny doodles.

☆ : He one day randomly decided he wanted to get into making bracelets (mostly kandi) and spent way too much money on beads and charms (this happened to me), so for the rest of your life, you’ll probably receive bracelets from him because he has an endless supply of beads. He makes you both matching bracelets with your names and initials. Also likes to make bracelets with you. Kandi-making date! 

☆ : You’re the first person he tells anything to. He can and will talk about literally anything for hours if you let him. His rambling is usually just him talking while you listen, but he does appreciate you showing interest. He also starts talking about random stuff at very inappropriate times, but it’s easy to shut him up with a kiss, but don’t expect him to stay quiet for long after you pull away. He just loves talking to you.

☆ : He has a terrible attention span, and you’ll find yourself having to get his attention back on track a lot. He loves hearing you talk, but sometimes everything you say will go in one ear and out the other. (I promise he’s not doing it on purpose.)

☆ : He takes any opportunity to talk about you as well. “I love my girlfriend so much.” “My girlfriend is the best. “My girlfriend is so pretty.” “My girlfriend…blah blah blah.” He can ramble on and on about you to people until he notices them getting annoyed, but sometimes he’ll still keep going. 

☆ : He will post you on his socials if you let him, tag you in his bio, have matching profile pictures, etc. Makes his status things like “I love my wife!” (You don’t have to be married for him to call you that.)

☆ : If you have him added on any gaming platform, he will spam you with invites the moment he sees you online. He loves playing video games with you, and whenever he gets into a new game (or anything), he will talk about it nonstop until you play it. You’re also the only person he will let use his consoles. He likes it when you watch him play, and he also enjoys watching you play.

☆ : Spams you with funny videos and memes. “Babe, did you see the video I sent you earlier?” He will proceed to stand over your shoulder and make sure you actually watched it. “This is so us.” “Us,” “You,” “Me,” “Real.” He also just texts you a lot in general.

☆ : He always wants your opinion on his outfits. If you’re not there to judge in person, he will send you mirror selfies. When you go thrifting together, he wants your opinion on every piece of clothing he picks up. He loves when you compliment him, not just on his clothes and appearance, but on other things too. 

☆ : He loves to compliment you too and always has something nice to say about you. He always talks about how pretty he thinks you are and reminds you of how good you look. 

NSFW

☆ : As expected, he has a very high sex drive. He can finish and immediately get turned back on again just from seeing you. He can get turned on just from some kisses and light touching. Because his drive is so high and he’s still figuring out what he likes and doesn’t like, I think he’d be more likely to explore new things.

☆ : Switch! He loves it when you take control and get a bit rough with him and will take any opportunity you give him to do the same with you. Sometimes he’ll just take over out of nowhere and become super dominant in the middle of you riding him.

☆ : He loves to make out with you to make things feel more intimate. He likes it when you lean down to kiss him while on top of him or when you pull him down into a kiss when he’s on top. He also loves being given hickeys all over his neck, but gets a bit embarrassed about them the next day.

☆ : He is very vocal through his moaning, whimpering, and whining. When he does speak, it’s mostly him begging between whimpers. He’ll beg a lot more if you tease him because teasing him makes him super needy. "Please don't stop." Lots of mumbling curses under his breath, too. "Fuck, you feel so good."

☆ : He goes crazy for praise and compliments, both receiving and giving them. He will lose it whenever you call him a good boy or tell him how good he is doing.  He's very responsive to your praising, usually repeating to himself what you're telling him and nodding in agreement.

☆ : Enjoys being overstimulated by you; after he finishes, he’ll sometimes beg you to keep going. He will squirm around a lot from this, arch his back, and grip the sheets while moaning. 

☆ : He loves eating you out and could do it for hours and still not get tired if you let him. He doesn’t have much experience with it, but that won’t hold him back since he just loves doing it and loves the taste. But he does worry about his performance not being good enough for you.

☆ : He loves your thighs, especially when he can grip them while he eats you out or when you squeeze his head between them. He kisses and bites your inner thighs to tease you too. He’d also be into thigh-fucking you.

☆ : I also think he’d be a big fan of boobs too; the size doesn’t matter to him either. He’d definitely want to bury his face into them.

☆ : He’d be really into grinding and dry humping, with you and without you. He likes to come up behind you and grind against you while he buries his face in your neck and grips your hips tightly. He’d also like you to sit in his lap and grind against him. 

☆ : *cough* pegging *cough* Yes, I think Daisuke would be totally down to try it at least once in his life and would enjoy it. I don’t care if this is considered controversial; I said what I said, and nothing can change my mind…

☆ : When you’re not around to satisfy him, he jerks off a lot to the thought of you; if he has photos of you, even better. Even nonsexual photos are good enough for him; his imagination can run wild. When he’s by himself, he finishes a lot quicker because he’s only focused on himself. He lasts a lot longer when he’s with you.

☆ : Big on aftercare! I’ve already written aftercare headcanons if you’re interested in them (LINK)

[lvrrinnie]

T.I.E.S headcanons because I read too many fics about them and now I’m hyperfixated.

Just to establish some things before we start this, my headcanons for them are the following: Etho is an arctic fox, Impulse is a demon, Tango as blaze hybrid and Skizz as an angel. I don't know if these are the most popular headcanons for them, but personally I love them in this combo. Now let's get into this. 

It took them months to learn how to be somehow quiet around Etho since he has a very sensitive hearing (Skizz had an especially hard time, with his loud personality). At the beginning, they wonder what made Etho so jumpy every time they were all together in the same room, and why his fox ears were always hidden in his hair. Later, Tango was the one to realise that maybe, just maybe, they were a bit too loud, and that happened when Tango watched Etho absolutely jumping out of his skin by the sound of Skizz’s voice that was on the other side of his base. 

Impulse is the only one that used to be able to carry Tango when they needed to fly from one point to another. His skin being partially immune to the hot temperature that Tango’s body has; the only downside to it was that the skin on Impulse’s hands would be sensitive for a day or two after, which made Tango feel bad, so he locked himself into his workshop and created a contraption that let him fly. (Steampunk elytra for the win here.)

Both Etho and Impulse help Skizz with the preening. Their sharp claws/ nails are perfect for the task, especially in the places where Skizz cannot reach at all. We won’t talk about the time when Tango insisted on helping Skizz with the preening just to end up almost burning a few of his feathers, all because he sneezed.

Skizz made them all matching necklaces and bracelets with his feathers as a way of knowing where his friends are, and offering them protection when he’s not with them. (When damaged, the feather creates a shield around the person for five to ten seconds.)

Before officially joining them, Etho would leave ‘offerings’ in front of their bases. Small rabbits, random shiny things, leather, whatever he deemed important, or he thought the three men would need. One time, after taking a nap under the sun, Tango woke up with a weird-shaped leaf on the tip of his nose. Even to this day, he does not know how a maple leaf managed to find its way into a cherry blossom biome; and Etho still denies that it was him. 

For someone who is supposed to be their main healer, Skizz is extremely clumsy, ending up with more wounds and bruises than the other three combined. Impulse is always nagging him, telling him to be more careful, yet Skizz just laughs it off saying that it's nothing. 

After meeting Skizz, Impulse had a small complex about his wings. He kept them tucked as much as he could, due to the fact that his bony, flesh-covered wings looked, in his opinion, ugly compared to the massive, fluffy white wings Skizz was proudly showing. It took meeting Tango, who was in total awe of them, for Impulse to get over that small complex. And maybe some heart-to-heart conversations with Skizz, but Impulse doesn't want to think about the anger the angel was carrying once he found out about why he was hiding his wings. 

A very silly one, but they once used a sleeping tango to roast marshmallows. That's it. 

Bringing redstone inside the house is strictly prohibited. Not since Tango almost blew the house up by messing up his noodles while being sleep deprived, and also distracted by the way Etho’s tail was just moving at a very rapid rate, almost in indignation, while Skizz was lecturing him about working too much. 

Both Skizz and Impluse use their wings as blankets for the other two, while Tango makes sure to let himself run a bit hotter than normal, just to make sure none of his friends are cold if they are sleeping outside. 

Etho likes to curl up while sleeping/napping, so the other three made a habit of curling around him as well, no matter what.

This makes me wanna write a fantasy T.I.E.S fic so goddamn bad, you guys have no idea. Maybe I would do that after exam season is over, and I will finally have some time to breathe.

[channieehrtz]

Mr. Loverman -(K.S)

click to libary

summary : Seungmin would always spoil his his fav girl

The crisp autumn air swirled fallen ginkgo leaves around Park Aera's ankles as she walked home from her kindergarten. The vibrant yellow of the leaves mirrored the sunshine in her heart. Today had been a good day. No glitter explosions gone wrong, no rogue finger-painting incidents, just twenty-three happy, giggling children learning about the wonders of the world.As she turned the corner onto her street, she noticed a familiar black van parked in front of her apartment building. Her heart did a little flutter-kick. Seungmin was here.Kim Seungmin, Kpop idol, member of the globally famous Stray Kids, and, incredibly, her boyfriend of two years. Their relationship was a carefully guarded secret, a haven of normalcy carved out amidst the chaos of his fame.He was leaning against the van, phone in hand, looking effortlessly handsome even in a simple black hoodie and jeans. Aera grinned as she approached.He looked up, his face lighting up with a smile. "Aera-yah!" He practically bounded towards her, engulfing her in a warm hug. "How was your day?""Good, really good," she said, breathing in his familiar scent of sandalwood and something subtly sweet. "And yours? Any crazy schedules?"Seungmin grimaced playfully. "Endless practice, a few interviews, the usual. But I snuck out for a bit. I missed you."

This was Seungmin. Despite the pressures of his career, he always found a way to make Aera feel like she was the most important person in the world. He spoiled her relentlessly, not with extravagant gifts (though there had been a few of those, carefully chosen and always thoughtful), but with his time, his attention, and his unwavering affection.He pulled a small bouquet of lilies from behind his back, their delicate white petals glowing in the fading light. "For you. I know they're your favorite."Aera's heart melted. Seungmin remembered the tiniest details about her, things she probably hadn't even told him. "Seungmin, you shouldn't have."

"But I wanted to," he said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Besides, I have a surprise for dinner too."He led her inside, and Aera immediately noticed the aroma wafting from her small kitchen. He had ordered her favorite tteokbokki from the little street vendor near her school, the one she always craved after a long day with her kids."I know you love this place," he said, seeing the happy surprise on her face. "And I figured you wouldn't want to cook tonight.

"After dinner, they settled on her cozy couch, a blanket pulled over them. Seungmin started telling her about their upcoming comeback, the excitement bubbling in his voice. But he was also careful to ask her about her day, genuinely interested in the triumphs and tribulations of her little kindergarteners. He listened intently as she recounted a story about one of her students finally learning to tie his shoes, his eyes sparkling with genuine admiration.Later, as they were getting ready for bed, Aera found a small, neatly wrapped box on her pillow."What's this?" she asked, turning to Seungmin, who was watching her with an expectant smile."Open it and see," he said, his eyes twinkling.Inside, nestled in soft cotton, was a delicate silver bracelet with a tiny charm shaped like a ladybug."It reminded me of you," he said softly, seeing her look of surprise. "Always bringing good luck and happiness to those around you."Aera's eyes welled up. It was more than the bracelet; it was the thought behind it, the way he always seemed to know exactly what she needed, even before she did."

Seungmin," she breathed, "You're too good to me."He cupped her face in his hands, his gaze intense. "Never, Aera. You deserve the world. And if I can't give it to you, I can at least try to make you happy every single day."He leaned in and kissed her, a soft, lingering kiss that spoke volumes about his love and devotion. In that moment, Aera felt incredibly lucky. She knew their relationship was unconventional, and far from easy. But with Seungmin, even the challenges felt manageable, and the love they shared was a beacon of light in a world that often felt too bright, too loud, and too demanding.As she drifted off to sleep, the scent of lilies still lingering in the air, Aera knew that she had something truly special.

Kim Seungmin, the global superstar, was her own personal sunshine, showering her with love and spoiling her in all the ways that truly mattered. And she wouldn't trade it for the world.

A/N : i might be crazy but 3 storys in one day haha i have time now soo another coming too ??? Im writting a txt fic at the moment but i wont tell whos the member in it

[losingdcgs]

Isaiah shook his head with a gentle laugh, quick to wave off any thanks for his small action. While he was always quick to express his gratitude, he was just as quick to think of his own actions as not needing to be acknowledged. "It's no problem, I'm just glad I was actually able to help instead of further tangling it. For a moment there I was worried I was going to hand it back to you even more tangled than before."

As she went back to work on her bracelet, his own attention went back to trying to make something salvageable out of the mess of string he had been working on. Worst case scenario he had nothing but the world's most miserable friendship bracelet to give to one of his longtime friends. He was sure they'd get a laugh out of it, making the effort worth it. His thoughts drifted from the bracelet to the other's words as he found himself nodding along. "I've always thought so at least." He admitted. "I've found when you start thinking about how you wouldn't hold your friends to the same standards you hold yourself to, it makes it a little easier to cut yourself a little slack." At least momentarily. It was all too easy to start imposing those high standards on himself once more at a later time.

A quiet laugh of his own rang out, "That's actually a better way of looking at it. I was mostly hanging onto them because I didn't want to throw them out in front of the person who instructed the class and then eventually I just sort of forgot about them." The silly confession flowed from him as he made very slow progress with his bracelet. "Sort of. I don't necessarily seek crafting like this out, but I like to go to the little things the community center puts together whenever I have the time. I think my days off just so happen to align with the more craft orientated days." He had to admit it was nice to step out of his comfort zone each time and try something new as well. "What about you? Are you more into this sort of thing?"

“Oh,   you’re   a   life   saver!”   she   grinned,   carefully   accepting   the   untangled   bracelet   back   like   it   might   somehow   tangle   itself   again   if   she   wasn’t   gentle   enough.  “Thank   you,”  Signe   said,   offering   him   a   polite   but   genuine   smile.  “I   owe   you   one   —   you   saved   me   from   a   pretty   public   meltdown   over   here.”   Signe   taped   one   end   of   her   friendship   bracelet   down   and   straightened   the   pattern   outline   that   she   had   been   following.   It   was   probably   a   bit   more   complicated   than   what   most   attempted   as   a   first   try,   but   she   also   figured   if   these   were   crafts   for   children,   surely   she   should   be   able   to   handle   a   slightly   more   complex   pattern.   Her   fingers   fiddled   with   the   threads   and   gave   him   a   side   glance. “You’re   not   wrong   about   us   being   our   own   worst   critics,”  Signe   tucked   her   hair   behind   her   ears.   She   had   a   lifetime   of   that   lesson   that   she   was   trying   to   undo.  “It’s   easier   to   show   other   people   grace   than   ourselves,   right?”   She   laughed,   quiet   but   sincere,   when   he   mentioned   keeping   his   crafts.  “I   think   that’s   actually   really   cool,   though,”   she   said   after   a   moment.  “Keeping   them   even   if   you’re   not   exactly   proud   of   them.   It’s   proof   that   you   at   least   tried,   right?”   The   thought   was   encouraging   enough   for   her   fingers   to   set   work   again   on   the   strings.   “So   you   do   this   sort   of   thing   often?”   she   asked,   gesturing   towards   the   bracelet   in   front   of   her.

[itsduckinghard]

Ok since we're all - well mainly me, anyway - discussing James' jewellery, here's a litte recap

Bracelets

The wooden beaded one

which might or mightn't be the other (?) wooden beaded one

The australian, oval beaded one

The chain one bought while filming One For Road

The "piece of string from a Hindu temple"

Mixed blings from the Botswana Special (potato quality)

[kizzer55555]

Core Gems

So when a ghost becomes injured, they have a last ditch defense where they retreat into their core. And I mean, injured badly where their body is rip apart to the point they can’t hold a solid form anymore. And they basically go into a hibernation state until they are strong enough to form again.

Ellie, Danny, and Dan are all injured in a final battle against the GIW. The organization was destroyed and the ghosts were safe but the halfas ended up being so injured that they reverted to core form and then went to sleep for a bit. When they woke up, they were still weak but at least recovered enough to gain consciousness. And realize…they are in some kind of auction…in the middle of a heist. It appeared that two furries (one in a bat costume and one in a cat costume) were ducking it out. And they…they were a necklace. All three of them had been turned into a necklace with their cores as gems accompanied by sapphires, pearls, and opals. And frankly gorgeous craftsmanship as the metal was crafted around their cores as if to cradle them and the other gems.

Unfortunately, they were too weak to take a form properly, they could still feel the strain on their bodies. But at least they could still communicate through their auras. Then the cat lady punched a hole in the glass container surrounding them and grabbed their necklace.

However, the bat grabbed the other end and it resulted in a sort of tug-a-war. Meanwhile, Danny, Ellie, and Dan were having a back and form commentary on the situation and what they should do. Completely unheard by the other party.

In the corner of their eye, the three halfas finally noticed a third contender. Some kind of clown who was…hold on…holding a gun?! And it was pointed straight at the two fighting furies who had yet to notice him. The ghosts’ protective instincts went into overdrive and they frantically tried to shout, yell, move. Just do something to warn the two but their cries fell on deaf ears. All they succeeded in doing was faintly glow which immediatly caught the attention of the fighting duo. The two turned to look at the strange necklace but right at that moment, the clown fired and a gunshot rang throughout the auction room. Having no other options, Danny and the others poured every ounce of ectoplasm they had to try and phaseshift, making the two furries intangible as the bullets passed right through them, but in their shock, the two jumped away in opposite directions and accidentally ripped the necklace apart. Gems and pearls went flying and the three cores bounced along the ground.

Luckily, the two finally noticed the clown and went to deal with him and his minions who had appeared. Seemingly putting their fight on hold and forming a temporary truce. The three halfas could only watch as the battle finally wound down, ending with the cops barging into the place and arresting the clown and his grunts, the cat managing to escape with half the scattered gems and pearls from the broken necklace along with a few other jewelry pieces (none of their cores though) and the bat leaving through a skylight.

The auction continued and in the end, despite being broken, their necklace seemed to have caught someone’s interest. A man named Bruce Wayne bought up every piece of the shattered jewelry wear. The auctioneers appeared relived that the item managed to sell in the end and gratefully gave it to him.

Bruce had no idea what happened at the auction, but he could have sworn that some of the gems faintly glowed right before he and Selina were shot. If the necklace was some sort of magical item, then he needed to understand exactly what has been brought to Gotham. It was unfortunate that Selena had taken some parts of the necklace but he utilized his vast wealth to make sure all the other parts ended in his possession. Now he would take them back to the mansion for examination.

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Just a silly guy, with silly silly thoughts.

@glowweek Day 2

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A casual surprise?😬😬😬

[dogywoofer996]

You could draw scales on the bottoms of your shoes if you’re a snake or something! :3

Or like

Try to mimick the texture of under a bird’s foot if your type is a bird!

If you’re a bird, you can also do like. Long, flowy scarves or big sleeves, or even paint your nails the colors of the tips of your wings! If you wanna go another step further, you can get a feather from a crafts store and texture the nailpolish!

You can also try getting a face mask with a cheap print of your type’s mandibles, if the mandibles are exposed!

Try to find similarities and equivalencies between your anatomy and that of your type, that’s my recommendation.

Spider? Try baggy pants or overalls as a stand in for your abdomen (the big “butt” part of the spider; all its organs are in there), a pair of kaleidoscope goggles (either worn on eyes or on your head), matching dark nailpolish to mimick the grippy toes, or even just keeping plushies of small animals or other critters you can get in your web and eat! You can also try with some dried bugs!

Mantis? Keep some knives or swords and leggings on hand, maybe a layered scarf to have flowing behind you; for irony, maybe have some jars - perhaps keep some flowers in them, if that’s easy for you.

I might be preaching to the choir here, but if there’s a will, there’s a way.

As a snake myself, I like to do unique banding on my arms (snake armlet, wrist-finger bracelets, etc), often paired with black long sleeves or, if it’s summer, simple black wristbands or fingerless gloves. It pulls operational attention away from the arms and I get to keep them for show. It keeps my eyes off my hands, too, if they’re covered, and it freaks me out a lot less when I don’t have the option of falling into an existential crisis over my palms again.

As a wolf, I do largely similar things, but try to pull the attention more to my chest and ears. As a horse, it’s the strength in my legs that I try to draw attention to.

In other words, drawing attention towards or away from things can help display your theriotype discreetly!

I hope this helps!!!

Wish there were more affirming gear and DIY tips for animals which don't have paws. Like yeah, drawing paws on converse is cool if you have paws or just want to add some small aesthetic to your fit but it's not doing me any personal favours lol I'd make it myself if I had any ideas

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Scary Marlowe my beloved <3 every day I miss her

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If you scroll far enough down I’ve posted this before but traditionally not digital art so I’m being NEW and CREATIVE guys

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