The envelope had remained untouched on the counter for nearly a week.
Every time he looked at the stupid piece of white paper an immense pain clouded over him like he lived in Seattle and there was no chance of him ever seeing the sun again.
The only thing she had left behind was the letter and a cardboard box with his name scribbled across the front in her messy handwriting.
The two objects had been taunting him for the past week, surely collecting dust by now.
As he took another sip from the bottle clutched tightly in his hand, the cool amber liquid provided him with a small amount of relief he was craving.
Extending his legs onto the coffee table, he squinted his eyes as he flipped through the channels, the only source of light in his dark apartment being that of the muted television he had been staring at for the past 3 days.
dunno if you still want these, but 3 + sterek would be cute if you do :) either way, awesome list!!
3. “Do you even own a shirt?!” Shirts Are For Quitters Also on ao3
Stiles liked college a lot so far, it was freeing in a way that high school had never been and he had scheduled all of his classes to start after 10 so he got to sleep in. His only issue with college was Derek Hale’s allergy to shirts.
Derek lived two rooms down from him, always had his door open, and never wore a shirt. Ever. Stiles was convinced that Derek went to class without a shirt on, though he had no proof of that because they didn’t have any classes together.
They were a part of a pretty tight group on their floor, they all hung out in the common room after class, went to meals together, and went out together on weekends. In their nearly 8 months of friendship Stiles had seen him wearing a proper shirt twice. Derek even wore tight, white tank tops to pretty much ever meal which hardly counted as a shirt at all.
Stiles was walking home from class one sunny Friday in April when he finally snapped. He had spent the entire year so far suppressing boners when Derek was around, but this was just excessive.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of Derek’s sweaty chest, with his stupid muscles and his stupid chest hair. “Heads up Stilinski!” Derek yelled as the football that Derek and Isaac had been throwing around got passed Derek and almost hit Stiles.
“Do you even own a shirt?!” Stiles said, his voice higher than usual and his cheeks flushed.
I think we’re all here a little disappointed, more than a little disappointed, that a certain wedding did not take place.
Am I correct in assuming that this is the gown that you would have worn on that day, yes or no?
Check, Please! (In the restaurant sense. Not the hockey sense)
Jack Zimmermann just wants to impress his boyfriend. Too bad he tried way too hard and Bitty doesn’t really know how to handle it. It’s a good thing milkshakes fix everything.
The restaurant is gorgeous. It’s absolutely breathtaking. It’s everything that Eric expected from a fancy restaurant, but Christ Almighty it’s the most expensive establishment Eric’s ever set foot in.
“Sweetpea, you didn’t tell me it was going to be this fancy! I would have worn something nicer!” Eric whispers to Jack as their waiter escorts them to their table. Their table that Jack reserved for them weeks in advance! Jack had literally been planning this date for months and Eric was so awed by his dedication that he didn’t bother to look up the restaurant beforehand. It’s obvious now that he should have.
“You look great, Bits, trust me. I think you’re dressed appropriately. They haven’t kicked us out yet, eh?.” Jack says and the corners of his lips turn up into just about the sweetest smile Eric’s ever seen. Eric would swoon if he didn’t know that Jack was only saying that because he was trying to be a good boyfriend. Eric compares his outfit, the same suit he’s worn to every formal event since he was eighteen, to Jack’s outfit, a sleek brand-new tailored suit that probably cost 10 times as much as Eric’s. There’s really no comparison, Eric is under-dressed.
Yo there were times when I was so scared to embrace my sexuality — like OHDEE scared! And now I look back like “Bruhh why? You should’ve just been you!”. I would have never worn glitter out in public because I would’ve been scared of what someone’s reaction would’ve been. Like not even if you dared or begged me a few years back. But now I’m almost 20 and I’m like who gives a fuck! Who cares? Real niggas wear makeup! Also I look good as fuck in glitter!! Like you see this glitter! Like deadass peep and get into this highlight man cause it’s next level!
NCT when their gf gives back their sweater cuz it doesn’t smell like them anymore
Taeil: “Can you not just come see me instead. If you cannot smell me then you will have to come visit me every day and I would like that.” He would laugh. But would still give you another hoodie because he couldn’t say no to you easily.
Johnny: “You’re so funny, babe. Do I even smell that good?” He would smile before taking the sweater from you. “You can have it back in a week once I have worn it again then,” He would say giving you a hug.
Taeyong: “You can have all my clothes if you want y/n. I’m sorry I can’t be with you all the time so this will make the best replacement. But maybe not quite all my clothes. Pretty sure I can’t go on stage naked.”
Yuta: He would be so happy you wanted something that smelt like him. “This has never happened before but I’m happy it has.”
Doyoung: “Have this sweater then baby, you can have anything of mine you want.”
Jaehyun: He would blush slightly and chuckle. “Didn’t realise you liked how I smelt so much. I guess I am pretty calming.”
Winwin: “Do I smell that nice that you want the sweater to smell like me? And I thought being cute was my only talent.”
Mark: Mark would smile and go red slightly embarrassed. He would take you to his room next time you were in the dorm and give you two more jumpers. “So you can smell me even when I can’t be here,” He would say smiling.
Haechan: "First you borrow my jumper and never give it back and now you complain it doesn’t smell like me. You are very lucky I love you very much y/n.” He would say jokingly.
A/N: Sorry this took so long, I had trouble getting inspired. But, here it is, I hope it’s not too terrible!
- Written by Kat -
When Peter finally stopped, pulling the motorcycle into a parking structure attached to a small apartment building, you were half asleep. Your arms were wound tightly around his waist, your body pressed against his back, loving the warmth that radiated from him. Coming to a space next to the stairwell door, Peter stopped the bike, kicking out the stand, before carefully pulling away from you and climbing off the bike. You groaned at the absence of warmth, the cold night air washing over you. You pulled Peter’s jacket tighter around you, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You looked around curiously; you had never been in this part of the city. Your father had always told you nothing came from this side of town but trouble.
look. u can say i’m being unrealistic or too hopeful or tell me i’m just in denial of the truth when i say macdennis is and could be an explicit thing, but. the facts are these: on the two occasions that mac has come out and accepted himself as a gay man, this has been immediately followed by acknowledgement and acceptance of his feelings for dennis specifically.
mac went from being in the closet to embracing gay stereotypes and fantasising about living with dennis in a matter of hours. mac came out again, and literally one episode later he was having “erotic nightmares” where dennis seduced him, and in the episode after THAT, mac got dennis a present for valentine’s day.
it’s not a coincidence that after accepting his sexuality, mac is more open about his love and attraction for dennis. it’s not a one off thing where dennis is there and happens to be the object of mac’s affections. mac’s love for dennis is consistently highlighted, and as much as i might be another hopeful queer who just wants mac and dennis to be together, that doesn’t change the facts about mac’s character, or the way his feelings for dennis in a romantic and even sexual capacity are made known to us.
so let me just say, from the beginning how stoked i was to see your prom outfit.
as someone who is nonbinary/genderfluid, i too was extremely worried about what to wear
as much as i would have loved to have worn a suit, i have a mother that wouldn’t be too pleased, and there was NO way i was going to wear an ordinary dress.
so, i came across your genderfluid tuxdress, and my mouth was agape. we look so similar! everyone i know agreed. so, i went out to get pieces similar to your design, and i am immensely satisfied and happy with this dress, and i am extremely excited to wear it to prom this Saturday!
thank you from the bottom of my heart for this wonderful design ❤️
( they / them )
I think Emma Swan would have worn either a tux or something sleeveless to show off her guns. I find it hard to see her in a dress, specially like that one… And white? It ought to be red or somewhere in between?
heh I wanted to put this out first. it seemed like a good place to stop. hope you guys enjoy
You have been in love with Jeongguk since freshmen year of college, but you never had the courage to confront him about your feelings. A new girl pushes you to admit to him finally what you both were waiting for.
“Jeongguk.. You look great. You’re really handsome you know,” you couldn’t bring yourself to say the things you wanted to say. It was your senior year, this was the time to let it all out. You wanted to tell him everything you felt in the span of four years. All the unrequited emotions that ran through you. You loved him with every fiber of your being. You were the one always by his side, even when he had acted like you didn’t exist when he had a new girl.
“I know I’m handsome come on Y/N. Thank you so much I don’t know what I would do without you honestly. I would have probably worn a t shirt and she would have probably left me on the site,” He continued to stare into your eyes. His gaze seemed to intensify at each second that passed.
Jealousy torn at your chest. He had another chance at falling in love with another girl that wasn’t you. He was going to shower the girl with gifts and all his love. All the love you couldn’t get. This was the last chance to tell him what you really felt. Jennie was going to take him away. You had to reach him before she did. You knew that Jeongguk loved you. Telling him won’t hurt. It was about time.
“Hey Jeongguk, come home early, okay? I want to talk about something,” You mustered up the courage to admit to him your feelings even though he was going to go out with another girl.
“Oh I don’t think I’m going to come home tonight,” Jeongguk backed up and quietly fiddled with his hair. He started to turn a little red. Those words said everything. He might have just met Jennie but he was about to sleep with her.
It felt like you couldn’t breath for a minute. This was the beginning of him being consumed with Jennie and you being knocked down to number two on his list. Those times where the most painful for you, watching him and his girlfriend act all in love and you were left there, watching. You wanted to be that girl. The one who would always hold Jeongguk’s hand because he liked to feeling of your proximity and just you.
The thing about Jeongguk was that he was fast. He loves the closeness and idea of sex. He liked to cuddling and the talks after. Of course he liked the physical pleasure of it, but he thrived off the emotional connection. He was going to sleep with Jennie today, after their little date.
“Jeongguk, please come home after. I really do need to talk to you,” You insisted. No longer you were going to wait. This was going to be the semester where you get Jeongguk to become yours. You waited for 4 years, 4 very long, arduous, painful years of pining from afar.
His eyes softened and smiled, “Alright, I’ll come home. After I do, we can talk. But now I gotta go. Jennie’s waiting.” Jeongguk squated down to your level and looked you into the eyes. He had a thing for eye contact, he said it was a connection you couldn’t touch. He started to brush your hair out of ur face. He poked your nose, you couldn’t help but giggle a little. He really was the cutest.
“Okay. Be safe, don’t get too sucked into Jennie. You still have me to come back to,” you laced your fingers through his and led him to the front door. You wanted him to remember that you were here. Jennie was going to be a fading blemish in record time. You got to the front door, and opened the door. Jeongguk was dressed in his leather jacket, you couldn’t help but admire him. You fell in love even more.
“Ah, you’re always looking over me. I promise I’ll come back. Don’t worry, Jennie isn’t going to kidnap me for more than two hours,” Jeongguk was about to leave.
You swiftly threw your arms around Jeongguk’s arm and pulled him close. You buried your nose into his neck and smiled, “Have a good time.”
Jeongguk stood there and stammered for a good thirty seconds ,” Y/N. I’m coming back you know. You’re first,” he didn’t pull away. You drew back first and looked up at him.
“I know. I just wanted to hug you. You’re too cute,” You returned back into the apartment and waved him good-bye. Your heart was pounding, you never have outright been this forward with him.
It was nine o’clock. Jeongguk had left at 6. You told yourself not to worry, there was just traffic right? He didn’t like Jennie that much, she was a girl he just met, you were his best friend. You texted him, asking when he was coming home.
It was eleven o’clock. Jeongguk still wasn’t back. You twirled the spoon in your green tea. You watched as the tea leaves floated around and then settled back down. Anxiety was eating at your stomach. Your phone was still dark, there were no notifications. You drew down the blinds, darkness settled around the room. Why wasn’t he back? It’s been 6 hours since he told you he would be back in two hours. You twiddled with your phone, scrolling through random things. You reached the last conversation you had with Hoseok, you haven’t met up in a while. You decide to call him, feeling lonely.
“Oh hey y/n, how have you been? Have you finally confessed to Jeongguk your undying love yet?”
“Ahah, you’re really funny. He’s actually on a date with Jennie. Tonight was the night that I was going to tell him how I felt. It was suppose to be a magical night. I was going to tell him that I liked him since I met him, and he would accept my affections. Then we would end up making up on the couch.I guess apparently not.”
“I missed your sense of humor. It’ll be alright. He’d be dumb not to like you back. Jennie ain’t nothing compared to you. You’re the best dancer on the team, after me of course. Don’t you remember that you were voted most dateable by the guys on our campus? And you’re working hard on your degree, majoring in finance and minoring in biology. You’re amazing the way you are.”
“Aw thanks Hobi. That reminds me I have to choreograph the ending dance for the showcase. Jeongguk wanted to do something big, he wanted a solo. Always ambitious” You couldn’t help but feel your heart clench at the mention of the showcase. It was Jeongguk and your thing. In your freshmen year’s showcase, you watched him dance. It was when you knew you were in love with him. As you had watched him dance to Manolo, you promised yourself by senior year’s showcase he was going to be yours. Every year, you watched him dance his heart out, counting down the time until you were going to make your move. Your time was ticking.
“Are you finally going to fulfill your own personal promise to yourself that you will tell him?”
“Hm. I hope I do. I don’t know how he is going to react though. Does he like me back? Would he like me back?”
“I’ve had suspected he likes you. I mean there is no such thing as being so close to a girl and not have feelings for her. Do you remember that time Taehyung asked you on a date and Jeongguk immediately answered for you, rejecting him before you had a chance to reply? And I can tell you that wasn’t him being a good friend. Also don’t you remember the time when Taehyung had asked you to formal and you said yes, Jeongguk didn’t talk to Taehyung for three weeks? He obviously feels something for you, but he doesn’t know how to show it.”
“But don’t you remember, whatever Jeongguk wants he gets? If he wanted me, I would be his. You wanna come over since obviously Jeongguk isn’t going to come home tonight?”
“Thought you’d never ask,” the phone went dead. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Hoseok was always there when you needed him, without fail.
A knock ran through the house, you ran to get the door. Hoseok stood there with a bottle of your favorite white wine and a smile. He looked like a teddy bear, your source of comfort. You quickly ushered him inside, it was cold outside.
“It’s been so long since I’ve been here without Jeongguk in the house,” Hoseok tore off his jacket. You led him to the living room and sat down on the plush carpet where he popped open the wine and offered it to you. You took a long swig, it’s been so long since you’ve had a proper drink.
“Man, I love that you know this is my favorite wine. I missed it. I especially need it since apparently Jeongguk is screwing some girl he met at a party. You know he called her a ‘work of art’. I haven’t heard him call anything art since he had ordered that huge ass burger from the place across the street. He’s never called me a work of art,” You frowned as you passed the bottle to Hoseok.
“I’ve meet her. She honestly nothing compared to you. She may have Jeongguk’s attention now but just wait. He’ll get bored of her, like he does with every other girl that isn’t you,” he took a long drink out of the wine. Hoseok ran his hand through his hair, and laid his head back onto the couch. You moved next to him and did the same. The wine was really starting to take effect. You felt more lightweight and your worries seemed to wash off.
“You’re a flatterer Hobi. I don’t know why you’re still single. We all know why I’m single. Is it because I’m a business major Jeongguk hasn’t shown any signs he wants me? He had once said that girls who study business always are spoiled and act like they have a stick up their ass.”
Hoseok couldn’t help but snicker at your comment, “Y/N I don’t think he hasn’t made a move because you’re a business major. I think he hasn’t made one because he doesn’t want to mess up your friendship. You guys have been friends for so long, what if your relationship doesn’t go the way you want it? You’ll end up breaking up and mostly never recover as friends.”
Conversation flowed freely as the both of you continued to drink away your problems. You looked at the clock, it was three o’clock. You and Hoseok have been talking 4 hours, hashing out your thoughts and his.
“It’s getting quite late. You can crash in my bedroom, still have the extra mattress from the last time you came,” you got up and threw out the empty wine bottle. Hoseok stumbled to your room and promptly fell asleep. You felt happily tipsy and drunk. You didn’t feel sad from Jeongguk anymore. Right now, he didn’t matter.
“Beyond that … while Tamlin was the one who paid for my everyday clothes, it was Ianthe’s eye that selected them. She was the heart of her people, ordained by the Hand of the Goddess to lead them from despair and darkness. I was in no position to doubt. She hadn’t led me astray yet—and I’d learned to dread the days when she was busy at her own temple on the grounds, overseeing pilgrims and her acolytes. Today, though—yes, spending time with Ianthe was better than the alternative. I bunched the gauzy skirts of my dawn-pink gown in a hand and ascended the marble steps into the house.”
“My hair had been arranged before breakfast in a braided coronet atop my head, a small diadem of gold—flecked with lapis lazuli—set before it. Matching earrings dangled low enough to brush the sides of my neck, and I picked up the twisting gold bracelets that had been left out on the dresser, sliding one onto either wrist. Mor made no comment—and I knew that if had worn nothing but my undergarments, she would have told me to own every inch of it.”
I wanted to compare these two scenes because we tend to focus on Feyre’s romantic relationships and how Rhys helped her become independent from Tamlin, but I think this is just as important, the way that Mor helped Feyre see that she could be strong, despite what she had endured.
Ianthe’s behavior was actually really similar to Tamlin’s in that she “guided” Feyre without actually giving her the agency and information she needed to make her own choices. They both acted as if they knew what was in Feyre’s best interest, when really it was about control. (Though their motives and what they wanted from Feyre were different, it was ultimately about controlling her.)
I just really love the friendship between Feyre and Mor and having recent thoughts about Ianthe has made me think about Mor & Feyre’s dynamic more. Such as how Mor was the one to get Feyre out of Tamlin’s house (for reasons that weren’t totally clear other than some vague “rules”, but that’s fine). And the way that Mor doesn’t sermonize or patronize Feyre, but lets her find her own way. She’s a model for surviving and being confident and making your own choices, and I think that even if Feyre had decided to go back to the Spring Court, or refused the bond with Rhys, or decided to start having dozens of babies, or wanted to walk around naked, or whatever, that Mor would have said “ok… you do what you need to do, and I’ll be here.”
But she wouldn’t have let Feyre wallow in it, either. Mor gave Feyre choices and support and admitted that she still has weaknesses.