#this couple photoshoot definitely wasn't on it

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reacting to their idol s/o’s Calvin Klein photoshoot

Request: hihi! Could I please request svt reactions to their idol s/o’s Calvin Klein photoshoot? (think of like the jennie/jungkook ones, ABS OUTT) thank yew!!

A/N: oooff, so good! had fun with this one lmao. I remember going crazy over Jungkook's shoot and the recent mingyu shoot [I wasn't a carat during his first]

Content warning: Slightly suggestive; mostly implied, nothing graphic

Seungcheol: He didn't know you're having a photoshoot with CK, so, honestly, he was surprised. "That's... wow. You look... incredible." He stares at the photos for a second too long, jaw clenched. He’s proud but slightly very possessive. “You killed it, baby, but next time… give me a heads-up so I don’t pass out scrolling.” High-key wants a private version of that photoshoot for his eyes only.

Jeonghan: So smug, it’s annoying [in a hot way]. “Oh? That’s my y/n?” He smirks like he’s the one who styled you for the shoot. “You’re breaking the internet, huh?” He’ll tease you to no end but worship you behind closed doors. “Should I be jealous of the camera or all the men that's now gonna droll or just be proud you’re mine?”

Joshua: Flustered but definitely not innocent. Eyes widen, ears go red. “Babe… that’s… you look hot.” He’s speechless for a moment before collecting himself with a soft laugh. “Should I be worried about how many people are zooming in right now?” But trust—he saves every photo and sets one as his lock screen of his private phone; the one that's not showing too much of your abs because he does not want others to see it.

Jun: LOVES it. Can’t stop staring. “Damn, I didn’t know I was dating a Greek statue.” He’s openly proud, thirsty, and extremely supportive. “Can you model those for me at home too?” He posts the pic on his story like y’all see what I get to come home to? [With the fire emoji, obviously.] He'll buy you the whole CK collection even though you'll get them for free or cheap anyway but he wants to spend for!

Hoshi: Head-empty. Just “wow.” Stares at the photos in silence, then just blurts, “WHAT IS THIS?!” Has to sit down. “I need water.” He's flustered but eyeing you up like crazy. “You’re too sexy. I’m scared. Please marry me before someone else sees this.”

Wonwoo: Two words [technically four] internal crisis, external calm. When he sees the pictures for the first time in his feed, he stares at the photo, pushes up his glasses, and just goes: “Hm.” Inside he’s combusting. “You look stunning,” he says, then gives you that look. “But I hope you’ll do a private shoot for me too.” Say less, sir.

Woozi: Acts chill but miserably fails. Raises a brow, lips twitching into a smirk. “Interesting.” Tries not to show how much it’s affecting him but his neck’s red. “You’re gonna cause trouble with this one.” Complains jokingly, but you catch him staring at the pics late at night, looking dangerously in love. And when you confront, he's jumping on you—

Dokyeom: “What… what is THIS???” He’s loud, thirsting, flailing—but also SO proud. “Babe, you look insane. Like—INSANE.” He can’t stop smiling but also starts hitting the gym immediately. “I need to keep up with you!” And damn if I say he doesn't look sexy himself. Power couple ngl. Just know that he's thinking about the shoot 24/7 from now on.

Mingyu: He did NOT expect that you'd turn it on him when you went feral over his photoshoot and rightfully so. So imagine the way his eyes widened and his pulse started to rise... Now, he's Jealous, flustered, turned on. Help. “You collaborated with CK?! Are you trying to kill me??” Super proud but a little possessive because he knows how the shoot goes; people fixing your outfit, photographer staring, and so many men and women [yes, women are a threat to him too very you're that gorgeous and hot] around. He zooms in, stares, and then texts you when u get home, we need to talk [bring the Calvin Klein]. Ends up buying matching sets for you both.

Minghao: He just smiles. “Oh, we’re doing this now?” You better believe he’s ordering a giant print for your bedroom. "You looked perfect. But next time, I’ll be the one behind the camera." You can actually expect him to do a photoshoot at home, but this time, it'll be him who'll improvise the whole shoot. Expect some roleplay too; I'll leave it to your imagination.

Seungkwan: Kwan is flustered but v v v impressed. “WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THINGS—” He spirals, hiding his phone, peeking back at it. “You can’t just—how am I supposed to breathe??” After his panic dies down: “You looked amazing though.” You better believe that now on, he'll hit on you, even you're already his s/o. He's really into the high.

Vernon: For the first I think he's not gonna be chill but this because damn you look sexy af. “Yo… you ate.” He won’t stop glancing at the photos. He saves one and sets it as his home screen. Later goes: “So, uh… wanna do a shoot like that just for me?” Not like in a weird way but he'll take out Pinterest for inspo and actually might do a photography course but he needs to see this version of you more.

Dino: Mind = blown. His whole soul leaves his body. Once he recovers: “Wow, you looked like a supermodel. Wait. You are one.” He’s flustered, a lil jealous, and completely wrecked—but makes sure you know he’s obsessed with you. He'll probably even touch your abs in real time because he can't touch a picture to feel your abs, obviously. He's obviously but I'm letting you know, he'll go crazy crazy next. Up to your imagination.

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤGIRLS LIKE GIRLS AND BOYS * CHRIS STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where Y/N goes through a journey of self-discovery when questioning her sexuality, leading to her feeling fear of losing Chris.

FEATURING　Chris Sturniolo x bi!reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　mentions of homophobia.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

Y/N found herself in a moment of deep introspection, a journey of self-discovery that led her to confront truths that had long been kept within her.

Sitting in her favorite armchair, in her cozy bedroom lit only by the soft light of a bedside lamp, she found herself immersed in tumultuous thoughts.

Since a few months ago, something inside her had started to change. Small sparks of doubt had turned into an uncontrollable fire of questioning. Y/N, who had always considered herself heterosexual, now found herself slipping through the choppy waters of sexual uncertainty.

It was difficult to name exactly when it all started. Maybe it was that long look at the pretty girl who crossed her path in the cafe, or maybe it was the sudden intensity of feelings she felt while watching a romantic movie in which the protagonist couple were two girls.

These experiences, seemingly insignificant at the moment, now echoed within her like a deafening echo. And the more Y/N tried to ignore these feelings, the more intense they became, like a relentless tide that was dragging her towards the truth she wasn't ready to accept.

She looked at Chris, a kind and caring boy who had won her heart a few years ago. They were inseparable, sharing big dreams, secrets, and plans for a future together. But now, an abyss opened between them, an abyss fueled by the confusion and fear that Y/N carried within her.

The fear of rejection, of judgment, of change. She didn't want to hurt her boyfriend, but she also couldn't deny her growing awareness of her own identity. She wondered if he would be able to accept her completely. Would he still love her the same way when he knew the truth about her sexuality?

Y/N found herself tormented by vivid images of an uncertain future, where she was alone. She feared that revealing her bisexuality would trigger a chain reaction of events that would lead to their inevitable breakup.

She found herself turning over scenarios in her mind, rehearsing the words she would need to say to Chris, but never finding enough courage to truly face her truth.

The nights became long and lonely as Y/N spiraled into self-questioning. She read articles, sought answers in the far reaches of the internet, and desperately tried to fit into a clear definition of who she was.

She lost count of how many times she watched the video on her boyfriend and his brothers' channel, where Nick told his story of coming out to his family, trying to find some direction or inspiration.

Until she understood that there was no point in remaining closed off like she was doing. Chris was increasingly worried, filling her with questions when they were together and messages when they were away, while Nick and Matt tried to understand the situation and help both sides - that of a best friend and that of a brother.

And seeing the desperation in Chris's eyes again when he facetimed her that morning - while on his way to a photoshoot with Matt - made her finally make the decision to seek real help.

And who better to do this than Nick, who was openly gay and had gone through his own journey of self-discovery?

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With her heart racing, Y/N knocked on Nick's bedroom door after entering the triplets' house with her own key. She wondered if she was doing the right thing by seeking his guidance, but an insistent inner voice was pushing her forward, telling her it was time to confront her fears and uncertainties head on.

Nick opened the door with an excited smile, having already been notified minutes before through a text message that she was on her way, his welcoming eyes conveying an instant sense of comfort. He opened the door wider, giving Y/N space to enter, turning around and returning to his gaming chair, Y/N finding herself surrounded by the relaxed atmosphere instantly.

"Hey girl!" Nick greeted, his voice carrying a tone of euphoria. "What do you want to do today?"

Y/N swallowed, feeling a lump form in her throat. Nick probably thought she had gone to his house to spend time together - which wasn't a lie - completely unaware of the matter at hand.

"Actually, I need to talk to you about something important." Y/N began, her voice wavering with built-up tension as she walked with shaky steps towards the bed. "It's about.. my sexuality."

Nick nodded understandingly, pointing to the mattress with his chin, inviting her to sit there, and turning his body on the chair so that he was facing her. He quickly sent her a compassionate look, encouraging her to continue.

"I've been... thinking lately." The girl continued, carefully choosing her words. "And I think I'm... bisexual."

A wave of relief swept over Y/N as she finally voiced the truth she had been keeping inside herself for so long. Nick smiled gently, looking genuinely happy for her.

"Oh my God, this is amazing, Y/N!" Nick's voice was overflowing with support and encouragement. "Discovering and accepting your true sexuality is an incredibly brave step, I'm so proud of you!"

Y/N felt tears of gratitude bubble up in her eyes. She could never have imagined such a positive and loving reaction, despite him not being heterosexual himself.

"Thank you, Nick..." She sniffled, wiping the tears from her eyes in a quick movement, letting out a low laugh. "But I'm... I'm scared to tell Chris." Y/N said, her eyes lowering to her thighs and her voice cracking with anxiety. "I don't know how he will react, and I'm so afraid of losing him."

Nick sighed, getting up from his seat and walking over to his bed before sitting next to the girl, pulling her into a big hug and resting his head on top of hers, conveying a feeling of calm and security.

“Y/N, I understand this is scary.” He began, his voice soft like a comforting whisper. "But if there's one thing I've learned on my own journey, it's that being true to yourself is the most important thing we can do. And if Chris truly loves you, he will accept you for who you are, no matter your sexual orientation."

Nick's words echoed in Y/N's mind, filling her with courage and determination. She knew that she could no longer postpone the moment of coming out to Chris, he was one of the most important people in her life - if not the most important - and keeping that from him was being a martyrdom for her.

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Y/N's heart hammered hard against her chest as she prepared to take the bravest step of all: telling Chris about her bisexual identity.

She found herself in front of him, in her own room, watching him with a mixture of nervousness and determination while searching for the right words to express what she was feeling.

Chris looked back at her with his extremely blue eyes carrying gentle and loving emotions, his face lit up with a warm smile that always made Y/N's heart melt. He held her right hand, conveying a comforting sense of silent support.

"What is happening, gorgeous?" Chris asked softly, his voice thick with concern. "You said you needed to talk to me, and you seem nervous. Did I do something?"

Y/N's eyes widened at his deduction, shaking her head quickly.

"No! No, of course not, baby." She took a deep breath, gathering all the courage she had within herself. "It's just... There's something I need to tell you." Y/N began, her voice trembling slightly as her breath came raggedly, her cold fingers trembling between his. "It's about my... sexuality."

Chris's eyes widened slightly in surprise, he hadn't really expected the conversation to be about that - the possibility hadn't even crossed his mind - but he remained silent, waiting for Y/N to continue.

"I've been struggling with this for some time." The girl continued after a few seconds, carefully choosing her words. "And I realized that... I'm bisexual."

The silence that followed seemed to echo around them, filling the space between the two with palpable tension. Y/N held her breath, waiting for Chris's reaction, her heart beating wildly and her posture falling almost automatically, as if a weight was put on her shoulders.

And then, finally, Chris broke the silence. His eyes ran over Y/N's features with a gaze full of love and understanding, a tender smile curving his lips.

"Oh my baby, I have no words to describe the honor of you sharing this with me. Thank you for trusting me." His voice sounded soft like a comforting whisper. "I want you to know that I love you exactly the way you are, and nothing will change that... I'm so proud of you!"

Tears of relief and gratitude welled up in Y/N's eyes as she threw herself into her boy's welcoming arms, feeling overwhelmed by an overwhelming wave of love and acceptance, a sob escaping her lips.

"I was so scared of losing you." Y/N admitted, her voice cracking from crying. "You really are the love of my life, huh?" She let out a tearful laugh, wiping away the lone tear that rolled down her cheek.

Chris hugged her back tightly, pulling her into his lap in a quick movement and wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing their chests together and burying his head in the crook of her neck, enveloping her in a comforting warmth that seemed to melt away all her worries and fears.

The boy sealed the exposed skin gently before pulling away slightly, cupping her face gently in his hands, looking into her eyes with an intensity that made Y/N's heart flutter.

"Princess, I'll always be here for you, no matter what." Chris revealed, his voice filled with silent promises. "You are the light of my life, and I will do everything in my power to make you happy."

Chris' words echoed in Y/N's heart, filling her with an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love. She felt infinitely blessed to have found someone so incredibly loving and understanding to share her life with.

And in that moment, as they hugged each other tightly, Y/N knew that no matter what the future held, she was right where she belonged: in the arms of the man who loved her unconditionally, regardless of who she was or who she loved. And with that came a feeling of peace and wholeness that she knew would last forever.

© vanteguccir

[margoteve]

Kafka is strangely marketable

Rating: T

Summary: Kafka's adventure with marketing post Meireki.

A/N: I just have silly ideas XD I hope y'all enjoy it!

Read on AO3

Kafka stared at the mockup designs in front of him. There were keychains, apparel, plushies. He then stared at the stone faced Director General Itami. "What is it?" Kafka asked. "Official merchandise designs," Itami deadpanned. "M— merchandise?" He desperately hoped that was a mistake. He was seeing, he was hearing but he was not understanding. What?

"The PR and marketing departments decided it would be a good idea to make you the official," Director General sighed, as if the word was hard to swallow, "mascot of the Defence Force. You will need to sign a contract."

Kafka pointed at himself. "Me? A mascot?" During the Meireki fight he not only grew a foot taller, lost his human form for good but also definitely didn't look like a marketable plushie. The merch was divided into '2.0' and '1.0' of his forms. Next to him Mina was playing with a keychain-sized no. 8 'og' look plushie. Hoshina on the other side was fighting for his life. He was slowly losing that battle. He had turned himself slowly from the visiting Director General although his shoulders were shaking in terribly concealed fits of laughter. Kafka was sure there were tears running down his face. "Can I refuse?" Kafka asked, resigned. "You can negotiate." Meaning no, he couldn't just say no. "It's in your best interest."

The way Director General said that send cold shiver down his spine.

"Right. May I look at at the contract?"

Itami pushed the documents towards him.

Couple days later Kafka was contacted by the PR team that he was to do a photoshoot for promotional stuff. Captain and Vice-Captain of the Third accompanying him to it.

"Is this really necessary?" He looked to Mina at the studio.

"You're a hero now Kafka, it comes with a few new responsibilities," Hoshina said from his other side. "And you signed a contract."

Kafka tried not to glare at his Vice Captain. Hoshina sounded way too amused with all of this for Kafka's comfort.

"It's all part of promoting Defence Force and making sure people also accept you," Mina added.

"And you said you'd work off those broken drones!" Hoshina reminded him with glee.

Kafka sighed. "Alright, let's get over it."

In the end it wasn't all that bad, despite the photographer being a bit jittery with the prospect of photographing Kafka.

Another day, another kaiju to put down. Kafka stretched his arms ready to move out.

"Oh my god, is that kaiju number eight!?" Someone shouted behind him.

His head turned around. A group of four civilians with their phones out were looking right him. They seemed like tourists.

"Oh my god he is looking this way! Hii!!" one of them yelled and waved wildly in his direction.

Kafka was dumbfounded. Lost in how to react to that he just sort of waved back. It resulted with excited squeals.

Some officers ran up to them.

"This zone is off limits please head to shelter!" They instructed the small group and tried to usher them away.

The officers around him snickered. Kafka for once was glad that blushing didn't really show up on his skull face anymore...

"Mail!" The Defence Force Postal Services officer called as he entered the room.

A rush of the officers crowded around the cart as he handed out all the mail. Once everyone cleared up he wheeled his cart forward and paused by Kafka.

"Hey, Kafka," he said, then reached into his cart.

"Uh, hi?" Kafka looked up from the book he was reading. Suddenly a box filled with letters landed with a thud on the table.

"…what the-" he muttered. "Thanks." He told the officer.

The man nodded in return and pushed his cart forward.

"Whatcha got there, Old Man?" Iharu was immediately at his side, nosey about the box.

Kafka jumped a little. Seriously, did Furuhashi had some sort of teleportation power? A drama supersense? He always appeared where gossip worth things were happening.

"Just… mail. Why do you keep calling me old?" Kafka grumbled and reached inside the box pulling the first letter.

He sliced the envelope with his claw and looked inside. Just a letter. From who? He didn't recognise the name.

He started reading. It was just a simple thank you letter for beating the Meireki Daikaiju. Not so bad!

He opened another, very similar thing. Some were from kids, some from adults and some from teenagers. It felt nice. Some had cute art of him. It was flattering. Maybe this whole marketing stint wasn't all so bad!

Iharu, who volunteered to help him with the volume of letters, was getting bored. The young officer yawned as he tossed another letter to the side.

Suddenly, Furuhashi whistled and laughed.

"Man, people can be freaks," he said and showed Kafka the letter that got his attention.

Immediately, Kafka clocked the photo of a cleavage, a clipping of hair and then the bod— the text of the letter. His jaw hit the ground. Again, thank the gods a blush wasn't showing anymore on his face.

"Hey guys! Kafka got–!"

Kafka jumped and tackled Iharu. Too late though. The commotion brought the attention of other officers.

Was it too much to wish for another base raid now?

One evening Kafka walked into the common room and paused. He then walked out and walked in again. Pinched himself. Nope. He was not having hallucinations.

Every single person in the room had some form of official merch on their person. Iharu had a hoodie, Reno a floppy ear hat (except it was his paws), Aoi a T-shirt, Haruichi had a pair of black and electric blue shoes, Minase a metallic phone-case and Hakua had a hairband.

"Oh, hey Old Man!" Iharu looked up from the sofa. "Look what we have!" He pulled at his hoodie to display it better.

"What's this?" Kafka frowned. "Why are you all dressed in… that." He gestured widely to everyone.

"Marketing dropped by with samples!" Reno supplied the answer. "They said since we're same recruitment group, we got these for free in exchange for modeling."

"What?! I haven't heard anything!" He didn't get any free samples!

"They might have left some in your room," Reno suggested.

"Uwaa, that's embarrassing…" Kikoru spoke, standing next to him. "I can't imagine wanting anything with Hibino's face on."

"Didn't you get like 5 different keychains and phone charms?" Haruichi asked.

Kikoru burned a deep shade of red. "That's not for me! It's for my friends!"

"You have other friends than us?" Iharu blinked surprised. "Hey, guys! Shinomiya is cheating on us!"

"What did you say?!" She screeched.

Kafka sighed and went to check his room, while the younger officers bickered. Surely enough there was a package with his name on it.

He wasn't still sure of it but the sweatpants and hoodie were really comfy.

"Mail, Kafka."

"Thanks Takumi." Kafka picked up the usual box of fan mail from the Postal Officer, with whom he got on first name basis now.

He went through the usual nonsense but today he was looking for specific one. Ah, there it was.

A letter from a grateful mother, a child's art and a photo of a birthday party and Yukiko, the girl he saved that fateful night, with an large plush of number 8.

Maybe sometimes being so marketable wasn't all bad if it could make a person or two smile like that.

He carefully set the letter aside. This one he was going to keep.

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[aziraphales-library]

Ello Ello Ello :D

Would you happen to have a Human AU fic where Aziraphale has an toxic relationship with his family and it is well explored? Bonus points if Crowley and Aziraphale are long date friends.

Thank you so much for your work <3333

Hi. We have some fics where Aziraphale's family aren't great here. Here are more to add...

Against All Odds by GroovyNightStrawberry (E)

How can you just walk away from me? When all I can do is watch you leave 'Cos we've shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tears You're the only one who really knew me at all Az is eleven, and his world is falling apart. His best friend is walking away from him, and Az can't find a way to make him stay. Thirty-five years later, there's a familiar face at Aziraphale's new job, and it threatens to break his heart all over again. Can they do it better this time?

Ships in the Night by tishae (G)

Aziraphale did not want to head home for Christmas. Spending the entirety of the holidays with his Mother and siblings seemed, if you asked him, like a special version of Hell carved out just for him. Making up a boyfriend that he was spending the season with seemed like a perfect excuse (and no, he wasn't going to think too hard about why he had provided Crowley's name), until his Mother had insisted they should both come. "It'd be great to meet him!" Aziraphale had no idea how he was going to explain this to the coffee shop owner he'd had a crush on for the last two years, much less convince him to take part, but he was about to find out. or It's Christmas time, and our ineffable idiots are faking a relationship while definitely not being totally, completely head over heels for each other.

The Fall (Edition) by Thinkinginscripts (M)

Anthony J Crowley, former face of Burberry, fashion editor of Hell Magazine, arbiter of cool, found himself perched at a small antique card table at the back of a cluttered bookshop, looking down at a tea pot and porcelain cups, milk jug and sugar bowl as if they were alien artefacts. Or Azir's family, of sound military stock, treated feelings a little like illnesses. They could be prevented, cured, but were certainly not to be shared. Or A human AU about what happens when a photoshoot in an atmospheric bookshop puts two men from different worlds together, and how long it takes them to bumble through the embarrassment of talking about Feelings (20+ chapters, it turns out).

Rain Fall by mageofthepeople (E)

A human, Victorian AU. Anthony Crowley and Azra Fell meet and fall in love and into a two year relationship while Az finishes university. When they are set to finally escape to the continent, they are separated for three years and neither of them are completely sure what happened to cause the split. When they accidentally run into one another, they find they can't move forward until they figure out what happened in their past.

Plus One by Caedmon (E)

Aziraphale Eastgate’s wealthy family have finally come to tolerate the fact that he’s gay in the last couple of years. However, to their mind, he’s in his mid-thirties and should be settling down with someone… acceptable. So Aziraphale tells them he has a boyfriend whom they haven’t met -and doesn't exist. Now his older brother is getting married, and Aziraphale has been given a plus one. They're expecting to meet his imaginary boyfriend, so he’s got to find a date. Fast. He takes his problem to his best friend, Fergus, who suggests his mechanic, Crowley. Much to Aziraphale's surprise, the gorgeous (and likely straight) mechanic agrees to go to the Tadfield Estate for the whole five-day event. Simple, right? Well...

The False and the Fair by Princip1914 (E)

Growing up in the shadow of West Virginia’s Eden Mountain, Aziraphale Wright always expected to work for the family coal mining company. Anthony Crowley, the son of a down-and-out miner, was going to become a pilot and leave town forever. Now, thirty years later, neither of their lives have gone as planned, and an unexpected inheritance brings them back into one another’s orbit. Aziraphale hopes that they can move beyond their shared past, and a high school arrangement that ended in disaster, but he has secrets of his own that threaten their fragile reconnection… Finished, July 2021. This fic will occasionally be archive locked (I put all my E rated work behind a lock at various times due to personal reasons) but please don’t let that put you off reading it!

- Mod D

[themeraldee]

Just had the funniest thought: Picture a Vought Halloween Party/Gala/Event. Everyone is dressed up as their favorite hero. Even the Seven have donned a little extra on top of their suits—Maeve with cat ears and whiskers drawn, The Deep dressed up as Popeye, even Translucent had zombie makeup on his face whenever he chose to reappear and scare unsuspecting patrons. Homelander, however, thought this was a stupid holiday. He refused to dress up for the mud people and had little to no respect for anyone who did. You had begged him to have a little fun and even though he typically would do ANYTHING for you, this was his limit.

Except…that was before he saw you show up in what seemed to be the female version of HIS costume. You strolled in, having had the costume department work on it for weeks before the event. The suit was skin tight, the muscle padding unnecessary as you wanted it to look as sexy as possible. Everyone smiled and greeted you, but Homelander was left speechless, eyes roaming up and down, taking in your figure. We know our boy loves himself but imagine seeing you dressed up as him? His ego would soar and he’d get turned on within minutes. You avoid him, obviously, wanting to draw out the teasing. If he was SO against Halloween, then you’d make sure this was one that he would never forget ;)

Ahhhhhhhhhh I love this. I feel like it would be even funnier if you put on a blonde wig (if you're not blonde already) and just really be the gender bent version of Homelander for everyone to ogle and drool over. Because one sexy Homelander wasn't enough!

You know he's fed up with the regular folk daring to dress up as him especially with those cheap plasticky shitty replicas of his costume. So you coming in with this overengineered tailored suit that just totally makes you Mrs Homelander that would fit right on the cover of Superhero Weekly has most certainly got him whipped!

I love the idea of avoiding him, teasing him throughout the night and there's very little he can do bcs there are cameras and he wants to fit his brand. So you throw him a wink across the room every now and then before socialising with the rest of the crowd.

He loves seeing you (and only you) in his costume but he's getting increasingly more frustrated with you being bratty and hitting him with a good old you're the real hero. Him! Like yeah he definitely is the real hero but that's besides the point.

People are taking pictures of you two and already you've given marketing the idea to get a proper photoshoot of the power couple planned for the next magazine.

When he finally manages to whisk you away he's teasing you telling you to fly you two away saying something along the lines of "well if you wanted to dress up as me you might as well be me" but you just roll your eyes and drag him to the elevator to his penthouse. In his mind he's already thinking what would happen if you took V and with a lucky hit managed to snag powers matching his...

He totally fucks with as much of the suit on as possible. And its most certainly getting hung up right next to his until the next occasion.

[holdmytesseract]

A Spell To Break?

model!Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Summary: When you have to witness Tom posing with another woman for a sexy perfume photoshoot, your insecurities are kicking in...

Warnings: thirst, angst, insecurities, swear words, fluff

Word Count: 4,3k

a/n: I couldn't help myself but to write a part three for this lil' series/AU. 👀 I had an idea and well... This is the result. I hope y'all enjoy it! 😁

Divider by the lovely @fictive-sl0th <3

Tagging: @lulubelle814 @km-ffluv @eleniblue @muddyorbsblr @vbecker10 @loz-3 @jennyggggrrr @mochie85 @chantsdemarins @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @fictive-sl0th @lovingchoices14 @simping-for-marvel @stupidthoughtsinwriting @vanilla-daydreaming @lou12346789 @lady-rose-moon @evelyn-kingsley @the-princess-of-loki @acefeather2002 @chokeanddagger @smolvenger

°☆• Masterlist •☆° Hiddles Masterlist •☆°

Here's part one and part two of the model!Tom series. This can be also read as a stand-alone fic.

(Credits for the pic goes to @multifandom-worlds )

The day had started so good. Better than the most days. You woke up early - but in your boyfriend's arms, had a nice breakfast, three wonderful photoshoots that morning, and the coffee machine wasn't broken. That was how every work day should be supposed to go. It was a perfect day - until after your lunch break. That was when the dream started to turn in a nightmare...

You had one photo shooting left for the day. A very huge photo shooting, to say the least... A perfume ad - and it was for none other than 'Dolce & Gabbana'. Yes, no joke. After you had landed the Calvin Klein job almost two years back, quite a few other big shoots followed. 'Dolce & Gabbana' was the fifth one this year - and it was July...

And not just that... Quite a few things had changed within those two years. You still worked with your best friend Sam - but she had promoted you and suddenly, you owned this little company as well; were the second boss. Beside that, you had found your soulmate and were in a very happy relationship. Remember that handsome lad with the tattoos and piercings, Tom Hiddleston? The newcomer in the model business? Exactly. You two were a thing now - a big thing.

All in all, you could say that the Calvin Klein photoshoot had turned your life upside down - in the best way possible.

You were in the studio now, setting everything up for the said perfume ad. A green screen, small wind machine and your camera, of course. The clothes your models were supposed to wear, laid perfectly folded on the little table in the corner. Sam had forwarded you the email of 'Dolce & Gabbana's management, so you knew what they wanted and what the setup should be. They didn't want anything super special, but it was definitely... spicy and sexy. A couple on a stony beach, with the sea and waves in the background. Wet hair and clothes; paired up with intimate poses.

You were totally lost in adjusting the camera and tripod, when you suddenly felt two muscular arms sneaking around your waist; big, gentle hands crossing in front of your tummy. You couldn't help but flinch at first at the sudden contact, but when you saw the beautiful, black inked flowers wove around the strong arms embracing you, you relaxed immediately. "Tommy?" You asked; giggling like a schoolgirl, as you felt his lips on the exposed skin of your neck. "What are you doing here?" You heard a deep chuckle rumbling through your boyfriend's chest. "Your humour is truly something else, darling." Uhhh, okay… Now you were a bit confused.

Frowning, you turned in Tom's embrace, hands landing on his white t-shirt clad pecs. His beautiful smile greeted you instantly; alongside those stunning baby blues. "My... My humour? Tommy, I'm afraid I can't follow you at the moment." Tom's expression changed at your words; eyebrows slanting. "Baby, I think we are talking past each other. You asked me, why I'm here. I thought you made a cute, little joke. I'm here because of you." You blinked, "Because of me?" before your cheeks turned red. "You are visiting me at work? Awww, cutie pie, that's so sweet of you!" Tom giggled, but shook his head. "No, darling. I'm here because you booked me for this photoshoot."

Your eyes widened. "Wait, what? No, I... I didn't book you for this photoshoot. I booked a couple, 'cause the management of 'Dolce & Gabbana' asked for it, so I booked Nicky and Tessa. Not you." Tom was visibly confused now as well. "What? But... But Luke told me I was booked for this photoshoot. Perfume ad. 'Dolce & Gabbana'. And since you were listed as the photographer, I didn't ask further."

Your frown deepened. "That's quite a bit quaint and... strange. Something definitely went wrong." Tom shrugged his shoulders; tongue darting out to wet his lips, bringing his tongue piercing on full display. "Perhaps it was a misunderstanding?" "Could be, yes. But that doesn't answer the question who booked you. Clearly, I didn't, the management neither and Luke had nothing to do with it as well. Who booked you th-"

You weren't able to finish your sentence. The thud of the wooden door to the studio closing shut cut you off. High heels click-clacked over the floor; announcing another person's arrival. And then her voice cut through the air. A voice you hoped you'd never hear again. Not after everything that happened.

"I did. He is here, because I wanted him to be here." Instantly - like struck by lightning, you let go of your boyfriend; eyes landing on the woman with blonde hair, leather skirt and skintight red top; looking as arrogant and tarted up as always...

Ivy. Your former high school best friend. Emphasis on former.

Back in school, you were like the yin and yang to each other. Soulmates. Inseparable. Now? Now you were not even close to what once was. Now, you were enemies. Why? Well...

It all started with you both sharing the dream of becoming a professional photographer. You followed this dream together. Bought your first professional camera together. Applied to various photo studios together. You encouraged each other. Always. For years. At some point, Ivy decided to switch to the model business instead - a decision you supported wholeheartedly. Since both your jobs were quite similar, you kept on helping each other to reach your goals - until that one particular day...

You didn't really know where you both took the wrong path, but suddenly, Ivy distanced herself more and more from you. She became bitter, harsh and especially jealous. Perhaps because you landed a big job first, but who knew? You spent endless nights awake; pondering about why things went as they did. Why you were losing your best friend. What mistake you made to get the ball rolling. You didn't know. You just didn't know. It ate you up inside. So, you decided to confront her - which caused things to escalate and get even worse. You walked in that conversation with the hopes of you and Ivy reunite as best friends. Instead, you walked out as enemies. She hurt you to the bones that day; called you unspeakable things and spat right into your face that you were nothing more than a millstone around her leg. With that, Ivy just moved on, but loved to give you absolute hell once in a while. It was exhausting, but it didn't stop you from reaching for your dream. And then you met Sam. She picked up all your broken pieces and puzzled them back together. She became your best friend - a true friend. Someone you could trust with your life.

They say time heals all wounds - but not the wound Ivy inflicted you. It was a scar so deep; bound to stay forever carved into your soul.

"I-Ivy? What... What are you doing here?!" The blonde-haired woman gave you a spiteful smirk. "What do you think, silly? I'm the female model for this photoshoot." Your face fell. "W-What? But... But that can't be! I booked Nicky and Tessa a-and-" Ivy cut you off with a high-pitched laugh. "Oh, you wish you did, sweetheart. I changed it. Well, my management changed it. They asked me to choose a male model as well and I chose Tom." Now you were even more speechless - and utterly angry. The problem was, that Ivy knew Tom - and Tom knew Ivy. She had casted an eye on your beautiful boyfriend a long time ago, and when he fell in love with you and the two of you got together, Ivy bursted with jealousy. In her eyes, you weren't worthy of the sweet, polite gentleman.

You were quite a bit bewildered and stood in front of your boyfriend and former best friend like an absolute fool. "I-I... B-But this was supposed t-to be a couple photoshoot. Dolce & Gabbana asked specifically f-for a couple..." Your former best friend faked a surprised gasp; "They, uh, wanted a couple for this photoshoot?" and clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh... Whoopsies. My bad. I didn't know that. Sorry, bestie. In that case, Tom and I have to make it look very real."

A breathless gasp left your lips at her words and you had to fight hard against the rising bile in your throat. All of a sudden, you felt like absolute shit. She knew. She knew - and did this on full purpose. Only to get her filthy hands on Tom and torture you. What a bitch.

Another bitchy giggle left Ivy's lips. "You don't look well, Y/N. Perhaps you should call it a day, go home and let this photoshoot do someone who can stay professional." That was the point where Tom couldn't just stand by anymore. He had to intervene. And he did. He walked the few steps up to you and placed a comforting hand on the small of your back. The handsome Brit wasn't able to change the situation, but he was able to help you.

"Perhaps you should go and get changed already, Ivy. I'd like to have a moment alone with my girlfriend." Tom audibly underlined the last two words of his sentence, while pulling you closer towards him. Ivy just answered with a fake smile, then stalked past you and Tom; vanishing in the small side room.

"Darling..." Your boyfriend addressed you immediately, once Ivy was out of earshot and took your smaller hands in his bigger ones. "I am so sorry about this. If I would've known I-" You shook your head; interrupting him. "No, it's not your fault, Tommy. It's entirely her fault." "That may be true, but if I would've talked earlier with you about this, I could've prevented it from happening. Now, I'm afraid we both can't change this situation. But I can assure you that this photo shooting is going to be purely professional. I'll do what I have to do, but it won't change anything." You nodded; trying to look confident. Tom knew you better, though. He knew how insecure you were about yourself. Letting go of your hand, he lifted his up to gently cup your chin. "Hey... I love you, sweet girl - and you better know it." Once again you nodded; giving him a small smile. "Love you, too." Tom pressed a sweet, lingering kiss on your lips, before he left to the other side room, in order to get changed as well.

Once everyone was ready, the photo shooting could start. You tried your best to stay completely professional; block out everything around you. You'd pull through this shooting like every other shooting - and you did. At some point, you were so focused, that you didn't see your boyfriend and ex best friend standing in front of you and posing together for a quite spicy perfume ad. You saw two clients; doing what they should do, in order to get the job done.

At this point you were confident to believe that you had tricked your mind and dodged Ivy's attempt to fuck you up. Little did you know, that everything would come back at you later...

It had gotten quite late. The photoshoot had taken more time than you had expected. After cleaning up the whole studio and sending Sam home, you decided to edit the photos you had just taken. You wanted to get over with it and move on.

Being still completely convinced of the strong wall you had built up around you, you sat down at your desk, connected the memory card to your computer and opened the program. When the first picture of Tom and Ivy came up, the walls came immediately tumbling down. It was the moment you realised, that these walls had been anything but strong; rather consisted of paper and not solid stone.

It was also the moment it dawned on you, that your mind couldn't be tricked. It had just tricked you into believing you had. How foolish, you thought of yourself. How fucking foolish.

With that, the damage was done. It got the stone rolling - and you wouldn't be able to stop it. You knew it. Your mind had you trapped now, and the bad thoughts - all your insecurities came crashing down on you; invading your system like poison. Every look on each picture hurt you more - and destiny had chosen one of the worst ones to start with...

It had been a picture you had taken towards the end. Scenery: Tom and Ivy were both wet; clothes absolutely drenched with water. Ivy wore nothing more than a scarce, white bikini; showing off everything she got - and Ivy got a lot. Way more than you did...

Tom wore a tight, white tank top, which literally clung to his chest, but also showed off his tattoos and especially nipple piercings. His hips and legs were clad in jeans dungarees - close to those who mechanics wore, but with the straps dangling loosely around his thick, muscular thighs. Of course, they were also wet. Water droplets ran down the skin of his neck, face and arms, causing him to look even sexier.

Ivy wasn't any less sexy. It was simply a fact. And the posture they were in didn't lack sexiness either. Quite the opposite...

Your former best friend stood in front of your boyfriend; literally clinging desperately to his wet body. Both her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, while they gazed each other deep in the eyes. Their heads were close; lips not far from touching. Tom's big hand was splayed out across Ivy's back; fingertips tantalisingly playing with the knot who held her bikini top together. It was perfect - and you hated it. Sure, you had told them to posture like that, 'cause 'Dolce & Gabbana' described something along that, since they had a TV ad which was similar, but nevertheless... It fucked with your brain. And the other pictures on which they were free to posture how they wanted weren't any better... Ivy being as close to Tom as somehow possible; always literally eye fucking him with her lusting gaze and touching him in places only you thought you were supposed to touch him. In one picture her hands were close to his ass - you could tell. Or in another, she was touching his pecs and six pack. Hence, she even had her hands in his hair once.

Watching all the pictures you had taken; it came all crashing down on you. But it wasn't jealousy, who poisoned and fogged up your brain, no... It were your insecurities who kicked in; causing you to fall down a deep, dark hole.

Seeing how utterly perfect Tom looked with a woman who was so much prettier and sexier than you could ever be, planted the toxic thought in your brain that you simply weren't good enough. Not pretty enough. Not sexy enough. Not smart enough. Not loveable enough. You were just you. And being just you didn't apply to Tom's standards. He was out of your league - by miles. What is he doing with a girl like me? you thought. He deserves someone better... Perhaps Ivy had been right all the time. You weren't worthy of such a handsome, loving and respectful man.

You clicked further through the pictures; tears starting to form in your eyes. Since you already were spiralling down that dark path, once thing was triggering another and fear joined the party. Fear of Tom leaving you. Why would he not? You're nobody, the voice in your brain whispered. He could get rid of you so easily. And he would. You were sure of it. One day, he was going to wake up and see. Tears trickled down your face by now, as emptiness spread within your stomach and radiating throughout your whole body, causing you to feel so utterly cold and lonely.

You had lost every sense of time, but you could tell that it was quite late. You didn't care, though. All you cared about was if you should leave Tom before he could leave you, or beg him on your knees to stay. Anyways… It was both pathetic...

By now, you had abandoned your computer and the pictures; said huddled in a corner of the little office and positively crying your eyes out.

Tom, who had waited for you at home for way longer than planned started to worry, of course. Always checking his phone and walking impatiently up and down in the cosy, little apartment you two shared. He got uneasy. You hadn't texted him and you also didn't pick up your phone. What if something happened? He decided to not just sit around longer. He couldn't. So, he grabbed the keys of his bike, alongside his leather jacket and helmet, and swung himself on the vehicle; riding straight to yours and Sam's photo studio.

When he arrived, he saw that no visible light was on in the building, giving him an even more uneasy feeling. The unlocked door didn't quite help. Quietly, he entered the studio; switching on the light. "Y/N?" No answer. "Sam?" No answer. He swallowed hard, but made his way through the studio; checking every room - which turned out to be either locked or neatly cleaned up; ready for the next day.

Tom's heart was literally beating out of his chest, as he went to check the last possible room you could be in... Your office. With a slightly shaking hand, he opened the door. The lights were out, but he could see that the computer was on and the only thing which casted a small ray of light through the darkened room, was the display of your camera - on which he recognised himself. Small, soft whines and whimpers could be heard, causing him to immediately switch on the light. And then he saw you. Curled up in a ball in the corner. Your body was shaking with sobs. Relieved, that he had finally found you, but nevertheless worried about the condition you were in, he literally threw his helmet aside and ran over to you.

"Y/N!" He said with relief; dropping to his knees beside you, "I thought something had happened to you! My texts stayed unanswered and whenever I called, you didn't pick up... Gods, I was so worried!" and immediately scooped you up in his arms. You let him hug you tightly for a few seconds, bathing in his embrace and how good he smelled, before your brain kicked in again and you started to push him away from you, leaving the handsome Brit confused.

Frowning, he pulled back - like you obviously requested and letting go of you. "Darling? What's wrong?" Tom tried to reach for your hands, put you avoided his touch. It confused him even more. "Love, what- Why are you crying? What happened?" You didn't answer him, but pushed yourself further against the wall in the corner; wrapping your arms around yourself and hiding your face. Your boyfriend tried to connect the dots; figure out what could be wrong - and suddenly it fell like scales from his eyes... The pictures. The photoshoot.

"Y/N..." He spoke your name with his deep, velvety - but hushed voice; addressing you gently. "Is this about the photo shooting I did with Ivy today?" Her name upon his lips caused the tears to fall even more. "Please... My love... Talk to me," the Brit literally begged; tongue playing nervously with his black labret piercing.

You looked then up at him; eyes swollen and red due to all the crying. "Don't... Don't call m-me that..." You whispered; shaking your head. "Don't call you what?" "L-Love... D-Darling..." "But why? You are my love and you certainly are my darling." You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head again. "'M not worthy." Your boyfriend frowned. "Not worthy?" You nodded, "Of your love. Of you." and shed another few tears. "You deserve someone better, Thomas." The way you rolled his full name over your tongue left a bitter feeling behind. It sounded so wrong to him.

"It's okay if you're going to leave me for a woman who is smarter. Prettier. I can't force you to stay. Even if I wanted to. You are free to go." The words caused a stinging pain to shoot through your heart, like you've been just pierced by a knife. Your whole body was shaking; trying somehow to compromise the heartbreak.

Unbeknownst to you, was Tom looking at you like he had just seen a ghost. He was literally speechless; couldn't believe what he had just heard. His heart ached and screamed; suffering with you. "Y/N... How... How can you say something like... like that?" He needed a moment to find his ability to speak again. Tom knew about your insecurities and fears and he had witnessed them playing with your mind more than once, but that... That was a whole other level. He had never seen you like that - and it shook him to the core.

"Why should I ever leave you? I-" You interrupted him. "Because you can't waste your time on me!" "Waste... Waste my time on you?" That was it. He needed to stop this. Shaking his head and reaching out his hands, he slowly lifted your chin with his fingers, before he cupped both your cheeks; gently wiping away the tears with his thumbs. "Y/N..." He spoke - again, in that deep, velvety voice, which lulled you easily to sleep at night; having such a calming effect on you. "Look at me, please." You did what he asked you to and looked up into his baby blues - which were clouded with tears.

"My sweet, beautiful girl... I'd never... NEVER waste my time on you. Neither would I ever leave you. I don't want somebody else. I don't need somebody else. All I ever wanted is you." Your bottom lip wobbled dangerously as you spoke up again. "But-" "No, my love..." Tom interrupted you this time, before you were able to say something bad about yourself again. "Please listen to what I have to say. Don't listen to the voices in your head. They are wrong. I am not out of your league. You are out of my league. When I walked through that studio door, down the hall for the very first time and saw you there, I couldn't believe my eyes. I had never seen such beauty before. You literally swept me off my feet - and definitely not just with your good looks. You are beautiful from the inside and the outside. I had a hard time playing it cool."

You were still gazing in his eyes, listening to his every word. "It pains me thoroughly to hear how ill you speak of yourself, because you are the prettiest, smartest, sexiest, sweetest, kindest, funniest- Do you want me to keep going?" For the first time since hours darted a small smile over your lips. You couldn't help it. Tom noticed, of course. "Ah! I saw that, my love! I saw that!" He exclaimed like a happy little boy, who had just walked into a candy store.

He smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss on your forehead. You felt the cool metal of his piercing on your skin. When he pulled back and gazed at you again, you saw that a tear was rolling down his cheek. "I love you, Y/N. I love you so much it hurts and I promise you, I'll never leave you. You are enough. You are more than I ever dreamed of." You nodded, trying desperately to believe him. "Are those voices quiet now?" "A-Almost..." He shook his head. "Now, now, we can't have that. I must eliminate them from your sweet, creative mind. I can't keep on letting them poison the woman I love and want to spend the rest of my life with."

Your heart literally skipped a beat at that sentence.

Tom leaned towards you again and kissed you repeatedly on the lips; whispering countless 'I love you's' in between - like a preacher a prayer in the church.

The voices in your head really disappeared and at some point, you broke out into giggles. "Tommy! I-" Kiss. "I need to-" Kiss. "Breathe!" Kiss. "I need to breathe!" Your boyfriend stopped then, chuckling softly and watching how you took a few deep breaths. "Was my mission successful?" You nodded; smiling up at him. "Voices gone?" "Voices gone." You shuffled; moved towards Tom and snuggled into his awaiting arms. "Thank you, Tommy... And I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you and-" He interrupted you once more.

"Shush, baby. It's all good." He moved to sit on the floor beside you, then pulled you into his arms; making you sit onto his lap. Tom cuddled you close; not letting go. You accepted his touch and the comforting position; cuddled close and just enjoyed the moment.

"Did you feel that way because of the photoshoot?" Tom asked after a while. You nodded, "Uh.Huh. Seeing Ivy on those pics, having her hands all over you and giving you those 'Fuck me' eyes unleashed the insecurities in my brain." Your boyfriend nodded; interlacing your fingers with his. "I should've said no. I should've known..." You immediately shook your hand, "No, Tommy. You couldn't know. You did your job." and traced the tattoo on his arm with your free hand. "I just let Ivy get into my head..."

You felt how Tom's soft, warm lips pressed a sweet kiss against your temple. "Well, I won't let her do that again, baby."

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Jiseok's Letter

Dear Jiseok,

Jiseok I hate you because you made me fall into the stupid cliche of a girl who crushes on her brother’s best friend. I don’t even know how you managed to do it. I remember all the times you flirted with me in the past and I never cared. Couldn’t even be bothered to bat an eye at it. I choose to blame that couple photoshoot we did. Because I swear I never thought about you like that before. There was just something about that shoot about the feeling of being in your arms. It’s like everything fell into place. Suddenly my heart was beating faster and I had to fight off a blush from consuming my face. We were only supposed to be playing a couple, so why did it feel so real, so intimate. 

That fact that there’s a picture that perfectly captures the moment I realized that I liked you. It makes me wonder, when did you sneak into my heart? Was it when you said you retired from flings and wanted to find a serious relationship? Or maybe everytime you covered me with a blanket when I was sleeping on the couch you crept, snuck, bit by bit into my heart.

Speaking of me sleeping on the couch. Did you know that half the time you covered me with a blanket I wasn't actually asleep. I was just too comfortable to move or was procrastinating doing work, so I would just lie there with my eyes closed. 

Anyway I’m not quite sure how to act around you now. I’m supposed to be the last person who would fall for you, but now I daydream about being in your arms again. I’ve thought about asking y/f/n to pair us up for another photoshoot, but that would definitely make her raise a brow. I guess I can only hope for a situation where we get paired together again. 

I don’t know how I went so long without noticing how pretty your eyes are. I just want to stare at them, see the sparkles in them. Also I know I made fun of your cotton candy hair back then, but as I was looking back at the photos of you (because apparently that’s something I do now) with it. You actually pulled it off. 

Anyway I know I’ve lowkey been avoiding you since the photoshoot. Don’t know how long it will last, but I hope we can talk like we used to one day.

Your best friends little sister,

Y/n

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[backboneofthevees]

VELVETTE HEADCANNONS!

Not my usual post, but I thought I'd share! Have fun reading :)

♡ (if it wasn't obvious enough) She's a lesbian! I love the little girl-liker third wheel to a mlm couple (vox and val) her and the other vees have going on, plus the velvette x verosika art i see is ALWAYS so beautiful!

♡ referring to this post below:

She owns corsets (yet doesnt use them much because LOOK AT THAT WAIST), and one or two have definitely been stolen....by both of her male conterparts.

♡ She sews! Not ALL the time, since she's busy doing things like running shows and doing photoshoots, but I feel like it'd be a little something nice to do in her free time. Blasting some music while tailoring a new coat or something.

♡ She only wears the same colors. I know this is a little obvious from the few outfit changes she has in the show, but imagine it. A large walk-in closet filled with ONLY pink, purple, white and black. (And perhaps a singular green christmas sweater.) They're not ALL just dresses and jackets, she has pants and t-shirts too. She just likes to dress femme and throws in a masc/more casual outfit from time to time.

♡ She has a diverse music taste. I might me self-projecting here a bit, but I think it'd be pretty cute to see hee listening to different types of music. Like listening to something metal/punk when wearing an 'emo' outfit (one thst consists of mostly black) or some pop/r&b when dressing up in her normal dress-and-tights- combo. It helps her get in the mood.

♡ She has a close relationship with Vox and Valentino. This is also shown in the actual show, seeing how docile they are around eachother, but I imagine the boys and Vel having a brother-sistertjust generally close relationship, like Val and Vel would talk shit and go shopping one day or Vox and Vel talking about the shoots they're doing/planning on doing and having their nails done together. (Painting Vox's claws or sharpening them since he doesn't really have nails.)

♡ She's a little nerdy. I'm not talking about book-nerd, more likke a genuinely-invested-in-fashion-and-knows-about-its-history nerd. Like she'll read up on magazines or articles about how the kitten heel came to be or fun facts about the creator of a specific clothing brand she likes. She doesn't bring it up often, more of a random thing she'll drop into a conversation to keep it going. Also, since she's on her phone all the time, I think she'd be a little bit of a tech wiz like Vox. Like he'll give her a prototype for a new V-Phone and ask her about any bugs or special features. She'll evaluate it and Vox would give her his credit card for a day as a thank you.

♡ She has a major sweet tooth. I'm not saying she's constantly eating candy, given her figure and those crisp pearly whites, but whenever she's going out she'll get a milkshake or perhaps a little sweet treat at a local bakery. Not nicely, but still.

♡ Her full name, when she was still alive, was Veronica Barbie Hernandez, hinting at a latina/mexcian background. Her friends usually called her by her middle name or just Barb, since she had (and still does) such an affliction for having cute outfits and wearing pink. (I might draw her aswell as the rest of the vee's as humans, who knows)

♡ She has a doll body. This is a bit of a short one, but since she's based of a doll like Vox is a TV and Valentino is a moth, she has a plastic-y, smooth doll body. Specifically a ball-jointed doll body. (She can also pop off her limbs and/or head with little to no pain, using it to scare the boys during halloween or whenever she feels like it.)

♡ She's in her early 30s-late 20s, Vox and Val being around 30-40.

♡ She has 2 cats, one white cat named PomPom, and one tabby cat named Spike.

♡ Her favorite musicals are Heathers and Hairspray. (heathers fans hmu)

♡ Despite being known as 'the girly one', she grew up with 2 brothers. Both are dead and are running around somewhere in Hell, probably.

♡ She helps pick out outfits for the boys, despite them wearing (like almost every other male character) suit-like attire. She LOVES trying on dresses with Val, though.

♡ She goes out often. To shop, get food, get drunk, or to just walk around town and blog for her live feed. God forbid you bump into her though, especially if she's holding a drink (or just anything that could spill on her/something expensive she bought dropping onto the ground). She'll EXPLODE.

That's all for now! Feel free to ask for more or just anything else <3

[canirove]

Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 5

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"The internet is going nuts about you and that Nico."

"Really?"

"Yep" Jourdan laughed. "Right now it is team Mason vs. team Nico, and it is so funny. I don't know who has the craziest fans."

"As long as they leave me alone..." Adele sighed.

"Have you heard from any of them?"

"Nope. Mason seems to be still working in Italy, and Nico followed me on Instagram and that's all I know."

"Was he just a one night stand, then?"

"Yeah. He's cute and we had fun, but I don't think anything else could happen."

"Then team Mason wins!"

"I hate you, Jourdan" Adele said, rolling her eyes.

"Hate you too" she smiled. 

"And my mum is calling me, I guess it's time to leave."

"Oh, good luck! I can't wait to see those photos, they are gonna be amazing."

"I hope so."

"They will, you'll see. Good luck, Addie."

"Thank you. I'll need it" she replied before hanging up.

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"Mum, move your right hand a bit. Yes, perfect" Adele said before snapping another photo. 

"She's a natural" she heard the other photographer say behind her.

"Both of them are" Maria Grazia added.

They had decided to stay and see her and her mum work together for the Dior campaign, which had made Adele feel even more nervous than she already was. This was her first professional photoshoot, and since being for one of the most iconic brands wasn't enough already, she had their creative director and a photographer who had been working for as long as she had been alive, keeping an eye on her. 

When she first picked up the camera, her hands were shaking so much that she thought she wouldn't be able to take a single photo. But as her mum started posing, she relaxed and everything flowed. 

"Ok, I think we are done" Adele said.

"Wait, no" her mum stopped her. "Let's take a couple more. Maybe standing?"

"Maria Grazia, what do you..."

"Yes, yes" she said, holding Adele from her shoulders and not allowing her to turn around.

"Ok…" Why were they all suddenly acting so weird?

"Now I do think we have them all" Elizabeth smiled after just a couple of shots. "Should we check them on the computer?"

"Sur... Mason?" Adele said when she was finally allowed to turn around. "What... How..."

"Hello, Addie. Elizabeth" he said with that smile of his that had broken so many hearts.

"What are you doing here?" Adele finally managed to say. "Weren't you in Italy?"

"I was, yes. But we wrapped up early, my mum told me that you were shooting your mum for Dior, and I said to myself, why don't I pay them a visit? I know this is huge and I wanted to be here for you. To support you."

"Thank you, Mase" she smiled, feeling her cheeks get warm.

"Mason, since we have you here, would you mind taking a photo of Adele and I together? You are the only one who manages to convince her to pose in front of a camera and I want to remember today."

"Of course. What do you say, Addie?"

"I'm not looking presentable, I..."

"Nonsense, you look beautiful. Give me that and join your mum" he said while taking the camera from her hands.

"C'mon, do as he says" Elizabeth insisted.

"Ok, fine" Adele replied, rolling her eyes and doing as she was being asked. Or ordered to. 

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"I hate you so much."

"Why?" Mason laughed.

"The trap you and our mums set up?"

"Oh, that. We just wanted to surprise you on a big day."

"Yeah, sure" Adele snorted.

"Will a macaroon make you forgive me?" Mason pouted, offering her the little box. After the shoot was done, they had decided to go for a walk around the city to catch up and stop at their favourite bakery.

"It may help" she said. "So, how was Italy?"

"Definitely not as fun as Paris. Every time I saw you on Instagram I wished I was here with you. It looks like you've made some new friends."

"I've met so many people, Mase... So many" she chuckled. "But I don't consider them my friends, just acquaintances."

"Nico too?" Mason asked as he looked down, suddenly too interested on the floor.

"Nico too."

"You won't be seeing him again, then?"

"Nah."

"Good."

"Good?" Adele chuckled.

"I mean, you've probably seen everything that is going on online. Team Mason vs. Team Nico and all that. You are struggling enough with everything going on with us, you don't need to add more to it."

"Yeah, you are right" she sighed. 

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Eating another macaroon?"

"Haven't you had enough?" Mason laughed, hiding the box behind him.

"No, I have not. I barely ate today, I was too nervous."

"Then let's go find something else to eat. This is too much sugar."

"Oh, c'mon, Mase. Just another one" Adele pouted.

"Nope."

"Just one, please" she said, trying to take the box from his hands.

"I said no" Mason smirked, lifting it in the air so she wouldn't reach it.

"That won't stop me. I'm almost as tall as you are."

"Yeah... Perks of having a mum who is a supermodel and a dad who could have played basketball, right?"

"Exactly" she said, standing on her tiptoes and reaching the box.

"Addie, wait… Addie!" Mason said, the macaroons that were left on the box falling to the floor. "Now what?"

"Now I guess the pigeons will be having a feast, and you'll have to buy me lunch" she shrugged.

"Ok, come here you little rascal" he laughed, putting an arm around her shoulder and starting to walk. "What do you fancy?"

"Pasta."

"Addie, I just came from Italy. Can't we have something else?"

"Ummm... No" she replied with her best smile.

"Ok, then. I can't say no to that face" he said before kissing her cheek, her skin tingling where his lips had been. It was something Adele had never felt before with any other guy, and definitely not with Mason. 

[1rsoldiersince2012]

Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 2440 (chapter 51)

51. Bang

"Hello, Brett. Again." You smile awkwardly when you reach Mahoney, Matt and Foggy, involved in a hushed conversation.

"Wow, what are you... wearing?" Foggy is the first one to ask, looking at your silk dress and high heels. The silver cross catches light from one of the police cars, and Foggy squints to see if you're really wearing it.

"Uh..." You panic, looking down at yourself. No one would believe that you were a lawyer currently standing near the crime scene, and not a model who ran away from the photoshoot. "I was on a date." 

Brett eyes you as well, visibly surprised to see you in something other than your lawyer outfit he has seen earlier today. "We meet far too often, y/n."

Matt clears his throat, bringing the attention back to himself and away from you. "I called. We work as a team." Mahoney bites away another comment and waits for either of you to finish your explanation about the mystery client, who was currently in hospital with Karen.

"Client privilege." Foggy answers to Mahoney's raised eyebrows from his previous question.

"Well, uh, Mr. Nelson, if that was true... Hypothetically speaking, I'd tell you that withholding your client from the NYPD would be obstructing governmental administration, and I'd probably just arrest your ass myself." Mahoney fires back, smiling, "In theory." 

"I guess we really can't help each other after all." Foggy shrugs, fixing his jacket. You notice that he has ditched his office outfit and is wearing a comfortable hoodie underneath. Surely he has been home.

"Sergeant." Matt speaks up, "Why would an Irish mobster wear body armor to a private meeting inside his own club?" This makes you furrow your eyebrows and look at Matt confused. You didn't even understand why they called you here in the first place.

"Hey! Tell 'em to keep it down in there or somebody's getting written up." Mahoney shouts to a passing colleague, annoyed. "I help you, you help me?" 

"That's all we want." Matt smiles briefly, making your heart skip a beat.

"There's a total clampdown on any of this getting out to the press. I'd like to keep it that way."

"Brett, you can trust us. We're lawyers." Foggy's words win over and Brett gives in, gesturing to follow him behind a parked police van.

"Come with me over here."

"Come on." Foggy urges the two of you, slowly dragging behind.

"DA's going batshit trying to figure it out. This isn't the first hit that matches this mode of operating. Call it massive gang-on-gang overkill. Downtown office thinks we got new players in Hell's Kitchen, and whoever they are, we're talking some kind of paramilitary-type organization with the training, knowledge and hardware to take out half the city." Mahoney looks around uneasy and disturbed. The sight inside wasn't pretty, and his eyes were telling exactly that.

"What do they want?" You step closer, and together all four of you form a circle. 

"That's what's driving the DA nuts. We don't know who they are. We just know who they're not."

"I'd say they're definitely not fond of the Irish." Foggy shrugs.

Matt turns his head to the side, listening to one of the officers complaining about the situation, the last sentence draws his attention. 'You think? Where exactly am I gonna put this asshole? The morgue's completely full.This is worse than what happened to the Dogs of Hell.'

"Now, we got history, so I'll tell you as a friend, you stay out of this shit. If you got a witness, the smart move is to turn him over and walk away. Hell's Kitchen is about to explode." Mahoney is about to turn on his heel to leave, but then he looks at you, "I guess the Irish didn't get to use their warehouse stock after all."

"You hear that? He called me friend." Foggy slaps a hand on Matt's back, and pulls Matt away, a couple of meters from you, leaving you standing confused. 

You catch up with Mahoney, "Hey, is Paxton gonna be okay?"

Mahoney rests hands on his belt, "Listen, I can't promise anything, and especially can't promise that this won't reach the district attorney, but, we have confiscated the ammunition from that warehouse, so the kids shouldn't be too worried about a possible connection to what happened here."

"So, if you took the guns before this..." You gesture back at the club, "that means that there's another warehouse fully packed, and it belongs to whoever has it against the Irish?"

"They really didn't explain anything to you, huh?" 

You laugh shortly, sighing afterward, "No, I was on a date, not working night shift just this evening."

"Well, I hope you enjoyed that free time, because it seems to me that Mr Nelson won't give the witness to us easily, so... Enjoy working, y/n, goodnight."

"Yeah." You look at the ground, in thought, "Night." Foggy shouts something and returns back to you with a quick step, and alone. "Where's Matt?" Words leave your mouth faster than you'd like, and you clear your throat uncomfortably.

"Uh, he left. Said he has to stop somewhere on his way home." Foggy smiles awkwardly, "want to grab a cab?"

"Yeah, sure." You answer, watching Matt disappear in an alley, confused. This evening has been too much and a headache was forming in the back of your head.

"So, a date?" Sly grin appears on Foggy's face, and he eyes your dress again.

"Yeah. Figured it's time to... Start dating again."

"Huh. I noticed lately..." He fixes his hair, that are fighting a battle of their own with the wind. "You've been kind of, god, what's that word... Ah, glowing!"

"Glowing?" You laugh in disbelief. "Good joke Foggy."

"No, I'm serious!" He grabs his heart, offended. "I hope he makes you happy. And is at least better than that Fisk's guy."

Your smile falls slightly, and Foggy is quick to apologize. "No, it's alright."

Halfway through the city, Foggy asks the cab to stop in front of a shady bikers' bar, urging you to get home. You don't trust that weird thing going on with Matt and Foggy, so you stop the cab around the corner and walk towards the bar, slowly, trying to not draw attention to yourself with your heels clicking on the pavement. 

The bar 'Dogs of Hell' looks terrible from what you can see outside, and you can easily guess that it's just as much of a pig house inside as it is outside. Snooping around gives you no results, so you try to get as close to the bar without alerting the huge man standing guard in front. Foggy is nowhere to be seen, so you sneak around the back, watching a buff guy push Foggy into the night. They both start shouting at each other, and you see a knife's blade shine in front of Foggy's face. Instantly alert, you try to think of ways you could help Foggy. Calling for help or cops would take too long and draw attention, and just your luck, you left your pepper spray at home. Glancing around your hiding place, you notice a brick and take it. For the sake of confidence. 

"Shut up!" The guy shouts, pointing the knife again. You clutch the brick close to your chest and listen intently to any dangerous words. 

"I helped a guy named Pope! Yeah, the VA said that his injuries weren't sustained during battle, but they were! They just didn't manifest themselves for 20 years." Foggy stammers, his voice getting higher when he's afraid. "Uh, we got his operation sorted and then, a couple of months later, he was back on his Harley, doing whatever it is you guys do. Which is none of my business! 

"You helped Pope?" The biker asks, confused. Foggy nods slowly, but the answer he gets isn't what he expected. "Get the hell out of here."

"Really? What happened to Smitty?"   Who the hell was Smitty?

"You serious?" He asks in disbelief, lifting the knife again.

"I came here for a reason. I just need answers! Look, if I don't get answers, a lot of innocent blood could be shed." The guy grabs Foggy by the collar of his jacket, and you tense, ready to go save him. As stupid as it sounds. "People who both you and I care about are gonna get hurt. And you don't seem like the most sentimental guy, but you're still listening. And that knife isn't in my neck, so I have to believe that right now, maybe you and I are on the same side." Foggy rambles, his lawyer skills coming to help.

 "You got guts, Harvard, I'll give you that." The guy releases Foggy, and you let out a huge sigh of relief.

"Columbia, actually, but it's not courage. It's more like sheer adrenaline." Foggy fixes his jacket, breathing a fresh air of life, "Hey, look, I wouldn't be asking, I wouldn't be here doing this if it wasn't important."

After a long pause, the biker finally answers, "Smitty was on a run, I-90 with four brothers, transporting a big score. They were hit by a goddamn army. Their whole crew was cut to pieces.

Left there like roadkill." 

"Any idea who did it?" 

"Nah. New crew, doesn't matter. Whoever they are, we're gonna find 'em. And when we do, you wanna be very far away from the action. You didn't hear none of this from me. Now go." He urges Foggy to leave, "And don't come back!"

Foggy hurries to get out of here as soon as possible; just as he's about to pass your hiding spot, you emerge from the bush, dropping the brick on the ground. "Jesus!" He lets out a scream, quickly covering his mouth, but then he recognizes you and in a hushed tone asks, "what the hell are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing!" You shout back, but before you could interrogate your friend, Foggy starts dragging you out of this street, firmly holding your forearm. "What the fuck was that, Foggy? Who was that guy? Who's Smitty? Where's Karen and who the hell is that guy that wants witness protection?"

"Too many questions, y/n, just keep going."

"Foggy!" You pull your arm out of his grip, stopping in the middle of the dark alley. "Please don't lie to me. Not you."

His eyes soften and he sighs, frustrated. He didn't want to lie to you, but he also didn't want to betray Matt. "Smitty was my classmate, but obviously he joined the Dogs of Hell. And got killed by some other gang recently. The same one that put the Irish to sleep tonight."

"Okay. Where's Karen?"

"In the hospital, with Grotto." Your raised eyebrows are enough to keep Foggy talking. "He was involved in that bar shooting, and now he wants witness protection, so he could save himself from whoever is killing everyone."

"Oh God." You close your eyes tightly, taking a deep breath.

"Although... he said that it was one man." 

"One man? Is it possible? To have all the ammunition and... He has to be at least military trained." Your eyes widen, understanding just how dangerous this man is.

"Yeah, that much I figured out myself." 

*** 

The office was quiet and empty when you came, and remained like that until you finally got a hold of Foggy somewhat before noon. You weren't complaining, obviously the silence was nice, and you finally had time to finish some leftover work papers that were pilling up for the last couple of weeks, but soon the empty office walls started to feel depressing and loneliness crept on you.

Foggy was currently monologuing with Matt when you called again, and this time he decided to answer. Matt was about to protest against it, but Foggy was already speaking, "hey, y/n, something happened?"

"Yeah, where the hell is everyone? Or is it a holiday that I've never heard of?" Your voice is stern, and Foggy visibly vinces.

"There was something... But it's alright now. Karen's supposed to be at the station now, so, could you go there and help her?"

Foggy's lying skills were beyond terrible, but you had no time to ask any more questions, since he ended the call. "What is going on in this hell-hole?" You ask yourself, walking into the tiny kitchen to make a cup of coffee before going to the station. Karen hasn't replied to any of your texts, so while waiting, you call Matt once again today. It goes to voicemail, but this time you leave a message.

"Listen, Matt, I've been calling everyone like crazy this whole morning, and since no one tells me shit or shows up to work for that matter, I'm getting really worried." You sigh heavily after a mild pause, "I hope it's not related to what I said, or didn't say during our dinner. And I hope you're not avoiding me, please, just call me back ASAP, because it's insane out there. Love you, bye." You end the message, slightly cringing at yourself for telling 'love you' on the phone, but you will get used to this, eventually.

The automatic voice tells Matt that it's the end of the voicemail, and silence settles in his living room. Foggy stares at the table, where Matt's phone was put, not a single thought in his head, whereas Matt was rubbing his forehead in shame, and pain.

"What?" Foggy finally utters,  casting his eyes at Matt. "Love you? Are you two together?"

"Foggy it's n-"

"It's not? That's your excuse?"

"No! It is... We just didn't want to tell anyone." Matt sighs, sitting up. His head hurts, whole body's sore from last night's fight, he's tired, angry and hungry, and this is not what he thought was gonna happen when your call went to voicemail.

"How long?"

"More than a month."

"Does she know? About your nightly deeds?" Foggy's voice cracks, he starts pacing around the living room. "Since she's so against the devil, I'm guessing not."

"No, and I prefer to leave it that way."

"Matt. How many more lies are you gonna create?"

"Not today, Foggy, please?"

"Then when? When someone's gonna beat you up and she finds you in a pool of blood just like I did?"

"Foggy-"

"Get your head out of your butt for once, Matt. Here's your aspirin. Don't choke on it, Daredevil." Foggy hands Matt the pill and puts a glass of water on the table with force, leaving the apartment without another word.

[thatfragilecapricorn30]

Is 'Will They or Won't They' about David and Gillian?

I finally got around to reading Will They or Won't They by Ava Wilder, which is a novel about two Hollywood actors (Lilah and Shane) that star in a hit TV show in which their characters are a fan-favorite ship, but the actors famously hate each other. The author is annoyingly coy about who the book is about (if anyone) and in The X-Files fandom, fans have speculated that it's about David and Gillian. So what did I think? (mild spoilers below)

Yes, the book is definitely about Gillovny!

The show Lilah and Shane star in (Intangible) is filmed in Vancouver and is extremely popular. It's also a paranormal show: "Walt's main innovation had been to bring in every mythological creature under the sun, as well as open the show up to the world of larger supernatural conspiracies (government or otherwise)." (pg 34)

Lilah, like Gillian, has short, chin-length red hair.

Shane is described as "beautiful" with "long legs, long lashes, dark hair that fell over his forehead without reaching his eyes. Not just beautiful, but attractive, too." (pg 4)

Lilah and Shane meet before their audition, in a room with all the other candidates. They chat while waiting and then are both hired due to their intense chemistry with each other, which is pretty much how The X-Files audition went.

Both actors are unknowns when they are hired and the show propels them to mega-stardom: "He was the only person who understood what she was going through, because he was going through it, too: the surreal, thrilling, terrifying, one-in-a-million experience of going from nobody to capital-S Somebody practically overnight." (pg 80) This sounds a lot like how David and Gillian describe their relationship.

They famously do not get along on set, meanwhile their on-screen chemistry is ever-present and their characters' slow-burn romance is what hooks the fans: "No matter how the two of them felt about each other when the cameras were off, it was the chemistry between their characters, Kate and Harrison, that made the show worth watching." (pg 16)

The showrunner suggests that Lilah and Shane go to couples counseling, which Chris Carter recommended to David and Gillian.

Lilah and Shane participate in a photoshoot that sounds just like the Rolling Stone shoot, in which they are in bed in minimal clothing, while the photographer takes pictures from above.

Lilah and Shane's characters are known for gazing at each other: "...staring longingly at each other when they thought the other one wasn't looking." (pg 19)

No, it's probably about some other couple or no couple at all.

There's no height difference between the two. In fact, it's specifically stated that Lilah and Shane are almost the same height (and Lilah is taller if she wears heels).

Shane was not interested in being an actor, but was scouted and encouraged to audition for the role of Harrison. He had zero acting experience before the show.

The book opens with Lilah returning to Intangible after leaving the show for four seasons. Which I guess is similar to The X-Files but is a much larger gap than David's absence.

Most of the similarities between this book and The X-Files occur in the first half. Once past that point, the characters are pretty fleshed out and don't seem like they are necessarily based on anyone in particular.

Parting thoughts:

There are so many similarities between Lilah/Shane and David/Gillian and their experience on The X-Files that it almost feels like it has to be about them. I've seen speculation that it's about Ian Somerhalder and Nina Dobrev on The Vampire Diaries, which is also a possibility.

Whether or not it was about David and Gillian, I enjoyed the book and would recommend it if you're into romance novels.

If you read this book, what do you think? What famous Hollywood couple was Ava Wilder basing her story on?

[blacksheepdolls]

(Late) Look-back Challenge - Week 1

I realize we're on day 11 of the month already, but whatever. I'll catch up in the next post. Anyway, days 1-7 under the cut!

Day 1: Introduce your newest toy to the one you've had longest.

Going with my BJD collection, Crow (Angel Region Ren) is definitely the oldest, as well as the first doll I acquired. He was made in 2007, and I bought him in 2012. My still-unnamed WIP Dream Valley Chaos was made in 2023, and shipped to me in early 2024. I've had them for 13 and 1 years respectively!

Day 2: What is your oldest toy? (Chronologically)

So if we're just going with BJDs, I'd just be posting a second picture of Crow. I was going to pair him with my first Monster High doll (Spectra Vondergeist), since that was kind of my gateway drug to BJDs, but then I made a cool discovery just a couple days ago.

That's my Anya doll from the animated movie Anastasia. I wasn't much into dolls as a kid, not human ones anyway, but this one was an exception. I loved this movie, and I had as much of the merch as I could get my little hands on. I don't recall how she got into her current condition, with her dress wonky, her hair a mess, and her shoes/hat missing, but I'm glad to have her back. :) She's certainly my oldest doll.

Day 3: A toy you love, but rarely, if ever, photograph.

Poor Nico, I never take him out for cool photoshoots in the woods or anything. The problem is... he just isn't stable enough. He's a Doll Chateau Noah, with the spindly deer body. His joints don't stay in place, and he's very top-heavy. I don't have a stand that works for him yet, and I just can't trust him to stay up on his own. Ah well, at least he's pretty. (He is standing in these photos, though it's hard to tell, but this is a very flat surface, and I watched him like a hawk.)

Day 4: Do you still have any toys from your childhood?

We're going to deviate from the BJDs for just a minute, because I do have toys from my childhood, but that's from a bit before BJDs as we know them were a thing.

This is my Tigger stuffie from when I was a baby. That makes him the same age as me! He's been roughed up over time, but he's still in one piece. He's not a doll, exactly, but I didn't want to just post Anya again.

Day 5: Any buying regrets?

I no longer own any of the dolls I had regrets about, but there were a couple. The first was my Sugarble Rudy.

On the left here, this is the best pic I still have of him (that's Grendel on the right). I guess he just wasn't what I was expecting when I opened the box. I wasn't fond of his jointing system, and I don't like faceplates. He was also a weird size, more like 1/8 than 1/6. In any case, I wound up selling him to a friend who liked him more.

Day 6: Any you’re thinking of getting rid of?

Nah. Unless you count the ones I already have for sale. I did a lot of deep thinking about everyone recently, and the ones I still have are staying as long as I can help it.

Day 7: A toy you like, but don’t want any more of that type/line/style.

And here we get to Grendel again...

Don't get me wrong, I love my dour wolf doctor to bits. And I have nothing against his head- he's a Doll in Mind Galahad. The issue is with his body, a Soom Super Gem body, the old style (specifically Chrom's). I'm not sure if the new ones are any better, but I don't think I'd buy another one. They're quite expensive for being so clunky, heavy, and unsteady. They can't stand well. And restringing them is a pain. They do look nice, though. That's why I bought it in the first place.

[wipotaz]

Anime Boston 2025 Recap

I am soooo glad I went to AB this year!!! That was the most fun I've had in a loooong time! I'm definitely gonna try to keep going to anime cons~! I gotta wrangle all the photos I took and post them soon, but for now, here are my thoughts on my experience:

THURSDAY: Driving towards Boston was absolutely wild because of the tempest. Like, WOW, did it rain!! It was so windy and chilly and WET! Badge pickup was pretty smooth except they ran out of plastic badge holders, but thankfully I was was able to pick one up first thing on Friday. It was fun seeing some cosplayers in the Pru!

FRIDAY: What a delight! :D I chatted with so many awesome cosplayers and picked up a few things from the artist's alley. Was feeling a bit weak so I spent a lot of time resting on the comfy seats near Cosplay Repair (which, unexpectedly, meant I saw some really impressive cosplayers walk by on their way to Masquerade pre-judging!).

I attended the Gravity Falls photoshoot with my partner, who was cosplaying 80s Stan, and that was a lot of fun! Even though I've only watched most of S1 of Gravity Falls, I laughed a lot ^^

Tried to attend a Pokemon quiz show panel but it was full :P

SATURDAY: I cosplayed as Adeleine from Kirby 64! :> Tried to attend a panel on cosplay wigs for beginners but it was closed, ough :P Went to the Fire Emblem photoshoot because even though I haven't played much FE, I LOVE a lot of the character design and 2 of the closest people in my life are FE fans, so their excitement has reached me. Like the GF photoshoot, I also had a ton of fun & laughs. It was awesome!! (Unlike the GF photoshoot though, there were, like, 2 solo photoshoots happening at the same time in the same area, so that was weird. Meant that the space was a little cramped and there's a Miku in the background of half my photos, lol)

I got a few more things from the artist's alley & dealer's room. Attended the Masquerade for the first time~!!! (As a student in the 2010s, staying late wasn't an option for me, but I always wanted to see the Masquerade really badly.) It was a blast!!!!!! I laughed SO hard and I was stunned by many of the dance performances! I'm gonna be thinking about it for weeks~!!!

SUNDAY: Unfortunately, something came up so I ended up not attending on Sunday. I would've loved to attend the Yume Nikki/Indie Horror Panel and the Idol Showcase, and wear my Sabitsuki cosplay, but alas. I hope recordings pop up on Youtube for all the stuff I missed.

Overall...

The crowd levels weren't as bad as I feared (tho shopping on Saturday was pretty hard, I had to wait so long to get close enough to dealer's/artist booths to see if I wanted to buy anything). But even tho I didn't buy a TON of stuff, I love what I did get! I was very puzzled to see the big T-mobile truck in the dealer's room... that doesn't belong there! >:(

Coming in by commuter rail everyday kind of sucked, hopefully next time I can either stay at a hotel nearby or at least somewhere on the subway lines. Would make cosplay easier, too. Next time I will try to line up for panels a lot earlier, too (or just accept that at a con as big as AB, the panels fill up quick :/).

Haven't been to Boston in a while so finding food was annoying, too ><; I brought a lunchbox with me so I had plenty of snacks, but dinner was a bit of a challenge. Proud of myself for staying hydrated, getting enough electrolytes, and not getting headaches! (Not that every headache is preventable, but the last couple cons I went to in... 2017 or so? I got a TON of headaches and the pain definitely lessened the fun.)

I was very impressed at how quick it was to get through security. That is a HUGE improvement over going to the con in 2015/2016, I remember the lines being awful.

Throughout the con, I LOVED asking people how they put their cosplays together. Lots of interesting answers & I picked up some great advice! Being surrounded by cosplayers and interacting with people was probably the highlight of the con for me. People are so cool!!! It was magical, I'm so so happy I decided to go~! ^^

[prettiest-grrrl-in-the-m0rgue]

If you still care don't ever let me know

Summary: Joey has a perfect life with the perfect boyfriend, at least that's what it looks like from the outside.

Warnings: Mention of cheating, abuse, toxic relationship

Word count: 866

Joey Is happy. He's in a relationship with the one and only Corey Taylor, He has a nice house in which he lives in with his lovely boyfriend, and he's in one of the most popular bands in the world, it's safe to say that life is good for Joey Jordison. That is if you're seeing it from the outside.

The truth is, Joey loves Corey, he really does, but Corey is an asshole. I mean everyone knows Corey is an asshole but behind closed doors it's far from comical. It started with Corey being “at the studio” all the time and staying super late. That was fine, Joey didn't really suspect anything. He knew Corey had to work and Shawn was always on his ass about everything. So that's fine.

Joey is happy.

But then Corey started forgetting about plans, he'd forget about dates for him and Joey, interviews, photoshoots, and even Joey's birthday. He also started yelling at Joey, throwing things when he got mad, sometimes throwing things a little too close to Joey's direction, but Corey definitely wasn't aiming for Joey. Of course not. Joey just tried to ignore it. Corey's just overwhelmed.

Joey is happy.

Then the hitting started. That's when Joey couldn't pretend anymore. Corey would come home, blackout drunk, reeking of whiskey, claiming he was at the studio. with Corey in this state, anything Joey says can cause a fight, And a fight always results in Joey getting hit. Now Joey didn't like getting hit of course, but It's ok because he loves Corey, and Corey loves him. Joey keeps living in his little fantasy world, telling himself that it's not abuse because Corey never hurts him “that bad” just a few bruises here, and a couple scratches there, he's fine.

Joey is happy.

Tonight is date night, or at least it was supposed to be. Joey read a cookbook and everything, just so he could cook a nice meal for him and Corey, he set their little two person table, and even lit a candle. He was proud of himself. Corey's at the studio, he said he'd be home by 6:00pm, Joey finishes setting up their date and adding the little finishing touches at 5:49pm, now all Joey has to do is wait. Joey sits down and admires the steaming hot meal he made, he's sure Corey will love it. After a while of waiting Joey looks at the time.

6:23pm

That's fine, so what if Corey's a little late?, he'll be here soon.

Joey sits there for a while longer, the food is no longer steaming. He looks at the time.

6:52pm

Oh. Corey's an hour late. Joey tries to stay positive. He pours a glass of wine, savors it a bit, takes his time drinking it, once he's finished he looks at the clock once again.

7:27pm

Joey frowns. Coreys still not here. The food is cold now, Joey can tell by looking at it. He pours another glass of wine just to pass the time.

At 8:06pm The front door opens and in, stumbles Corey. Joey's still sitting there with their cold dinner.

“Hey baby, you cooked dinner?” Corey asks, clearly drunk, he slumps down into the chair and picks up his fork.

“It's cold” Joey replies blankly, not looking at Corey. Corey looks up from the food at Joey.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He asks, suddenly upset.

“I don't know, maybe I'm a little sad that you're late for the date we had planned for almost a week. Really late.” Joey answers, trying to stay calm. Corey scoffs.

“Oh, boo fucking hoo, I missed out on your shitty food” he mocks, slamming his fork onto the table, causing Joey to flinch. Joey frowns at Corey's immaturity. He decides to change the subject.

“You're cheating on me aren't you?” he asks calmly, it's more of a statement than a question. Corey's eyes widened.

“Why the fuck would you think that?” He asks, anger clear in his voice.

“Stop lying, I called Shawn, you weren't at the studio tonight, and I'm sure as hell you haven't been there the other nights you get home late, I'm not stupid Corey” Joey responds accusingly, his voice shaking slightly.

“It's not a big deal Joey” Corey muttered.

“So that's it? You're not even gonna try to deny it?” Joey asks in disbelief, Corey just shrugs his shoulders.

“You already know I wasn't at the studio so why should I lie? You wanna know where I was? I was fucking some chick in a bar, and you know what? She was so much better than you” Corey spits out. Joey's trying not to cry, how could the love of his life care about him so little? He stays silent, Corey speaks again.

“You're being so dramatic Jo, it's not like we're married or anything” he added, cracking open a beer and taking a swig from it. Joey laughs dryly, almost emotionless as he reaches into his pocket, trying not to let the tears in his eyes spill.

“Yeah, well we could have been” Joey mumbles, throwing a ring box onto the table.

[scammydoesstuff]

Galaxy Con Columbus Photos

We begin with the biggest reason for us going to this con: Marty Grabstein, voice of Courage the Cowardly Dog! We *had* to dress as Eustace and Muriel and were so thrilled by the reception! Thank you to everyone who got a photo of us!

Next are some cosplayers I got some photos of/with. Like I said, tag yourself if you're in any of these! I'mma start with pretty much the only Urahara *anything* I saw at the convention. Barely any merch of him either save for an absolutely precious keychain I managed to find, but hes my favorite character from Bleach, so seeing this lovely cosplayer was super rad!

Gotta love seeing some Donnie Darko representation, too.

And here are some photos from a Resident Evil photoshoot (I was entirely biased towards the Village group, sue me). Not a big group, but so much fun to chat with the Heisenberg after. Though I wasn't cosplaying anything for this, I did have my Heisenberg plushie and body pillow, which made for a couple of silly photos.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to take a ton of pictures on my phone past these. Muriel's apron doesn't have the deepest pockets and I was trying to have as little on me as possible for authenticity.

Anyway, I'mma close this out with what was - without question - the most surreal part of the weekend for me at least:

Was not at all expecting to see my favorite artist, Shawn Coss, just kinda hanging out at the con. The circumstances were kinda perfect, too. We chose not to cosplay for Sunday and just wore our chill out clothes for the drive home instead, and I just so happened to have worn one of my favorite SEETHER shirts. It was so cool and definitely made this con all the more memorable.

This was such a good time. Still reeling from a lot of it and definitely looking forward to my next day off so I can actually rest. lol I could probably post some pictures of our haul, but this took long enough to put together so...maybe later.

Either way, see ya next year, Galaxy Con!

[cliperry]

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"I Was Scared I Got the Girl Pregnant!"

One Direction on Bedroom Antics, Love Splits, and Celebrity Rejections

For a group of teenagers who had never met two years ago, One Direction seem like brothers. As we join them for their first-ever OK! photoshoot, they take over the stereo by plugging their iPods into the speakers and raid the kitchen for Diet Coke and jam on toast. The boys are full of beans, despite the early start.

Niall Horan, 18, Zayn Malik, 18, Liam Payne, 18, Louis Tomlinson, 19, and Harry Styles, 17, are quick to tease Harry about his rumored kiss with The Xtra Factor presenter Caroline Flack, who is 14 years his senior.

“I just read about you getting with Caroline Flack, Harry,” jokes Niall.

“It was all misconstrued,” Harry protests. Oldest member of the group Louis immediately joins in with the teasing “One might ask how exactly a kiss could be misconstrued?” At this point Harry blushes before jokingly shouts out, “They’re killing me here!”

Once the boys have calmed dow, they talk exclusively with OK! about Harry’s rendezvous with Caroline, Zayn’s heartbreak after his split from Rebecca Ferguson and reveal which of them thought he was going to become a teenage dad.

Come on Harry, what happened with Caroline Flack? Harry: She’s very nice. I do have a crush on her. If she liked me, I’d love to take her out. Maybe to McDonald’s? Apparently she's seeing Olly Murs so I wouldn’t want to share her with Olly.

Okay Snog, marry, avoid: Cher Lloyd, Caroline Flack, and Tulisa Contostavlos? Harry: Snog Cher, marry Tulisa, and avoid Caroline. Caroline had bad breath when we kissed. Could do with a Tic Tac - Tic Tac Flack, that;s what I called her. Only joking. [Laughs]

Louis: Well I’d snog Tulisa, avoid Cher, and marry Caroline and Harry will be the best man!

Ever given a girl a fake number? Harry: Peaches Geldof! She must hate me. If she’s reading this, say hello next time you see me—I might give you the right number. [Laughs]

What puts you off in a girl? Liam: Too much fake tan. Orange hands—no one likes orange hands.

Harry: Spitting in my face is a definite turn-off.

How do you tell a girl you're not interested? Harry: I told someone I was gay once.

Zayn: You’ve got to be careful so you don't come across as arrogant. Say you don’t want to ruin the friendship or whatever. If you're not interested there's no point in leading someone on.

What’s the worst way someone’s broken up with you? Zayn: I’ve been text dumped before. I was seeing them for a couple of months. I got over it. [Laughs]

When was the last time any of you were heartbroken? Zayn: I was about four months ago when my relationship ended with Becks [Rebecca Ferguson]. Even though it was a mutual decision, when you have a proper heartache like that, I don't think you ever fully get over it. We're still friends and talk all of the time. The best thing you can do when these things happen is remember that everything happens for a reason.

Did you feel ready to be a stepfather to her children at your age? Zayn: It really wasn't like that. Her kids have their own dad. I'm not ready to be a parent.

Have any of you ever had a pregnancy scare? Harry: The first time I had sex I was scared I got the girl pregnant - that was despite the fact we were safe. Luckily we were fine.

Louis: Even though I love kids, the thought of having a child now is pretty scary. It's one of my worst fears. I'm not against teenage pregnancies my mum had me at 19-but I'm not ready. My mum would kill me if I got a girl pregnant now.

As teenage role models, is it important to regularly get regular health checks? Louis: Some people feel embarrassed to go to the clinic and get checked but I think it's essential for every young person. We have and we're all-clear and healthy! I remember we had people come to my school once to check everyone and I think that was such a good idea. It helps people get over that whole embarrassment stage. In my opinion, kids at school should always have regular checks.

What’s the most rock-star thing you’ve done? Zayn: I paid over a grand once for a night in a hotel. We ordered loads of stuff to one room.

Louis: I was walking down the street with my mate Stan and he said: 'What do you want to do? As a joke I said 'let's go to Ibiza', so we went and booked our flights and went for the day. We partied all night and then came back.

Craziest fan encounter? Harry: We had a sanitary towel to our window. She was trying to get out our attention and it worked because we still talk about it now.

Zayn: It was disgusting. No one beat that yet.

Where would you draw the line with endorsements? Louis: I wouldn’t endorse condoms because of the jokes that would be made. [puts on a voice] "Are you even old enough to have sex?"

Zayn: You know what? If it suits you then do it. We wouldn't do anything that felt forced.

Wouldn't you like seeing you face on a pack of condoms? Zayn: It could be a bit embarrassing if someone gave you your own condoms, but it's good for us to endorse safe sex.

Louis: I wouldn't want my face going on a condom! It's always a good idea to carry one, though, because things can easily happen in the heat of the moment.

Harry: To get lazy and say you'll be fine is selfish. I'd never risk not wearing a condom it's too much of a risk. You can say it'll never happen to you but I bet most people it happens to say that. If you're not ready for a child, then don't risk it.

Were any of you bullied in school? Liam: I was. I went and told my parents and my teachers, but it didn't stop so I had to sort it out myself. It was verbal, not violent, but I used to get quite upset. I was in year eight and they were sixth-formers. Basically I needed an older brother but I didn't have one. So I got this guy I knew, who was in his early twenties, to pretend to be my big brother and pick me up from school. When they saw him, they quickly stopped. They never picked on me again!

Have any of you ever been rushed to hospital? Harry: Yes, I was really ill and I kept being sick just before I went on The X Factor. I remember I kept throwing up and then I got really bad and I started coughing up blood so my parents took me to the hospital. Obviously they discharged me but to this day I don't know what it was.

When was the last time any of you had a row? Louis: It was when I went out in Luton with my best friend Stan. Some guy wanted a photo, and Stan was stood between us. He was rude to Stan, yelling: "Let me have my f***ing picture, please!" So I said: "Can you be more polite?" There’s nothing that annoys me more than people being horrible to my mates. I let him have a picture but told him to be more polite next time.