#and smartly plan outfits!!!!

[eddiediaaz]

just realizing now there are only eleven days left before i leave for my trip holy shit??? first solo trip that is more than a couple days (i'm leaving for 15 days), first time in europe/outside of north america, first time without my cats for so long, it's gonna be fdslksdfjbdklfsjdfskjbd. i'm very excited and nervous and antsy!! i need to finalize all the planning omg.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Knock knock, whos there?

A reader who's very sad at how empty the Ftm Reader X Jason Todd tag is.

Can we get something sweet between the two of em? Maybe just something depicting a slow morning? Thank you if so, <3 Im longing for more food.

-🐊🪶

Jason Todd x FTM reader

Headcanons

Im basing the readers experiences off of myself, so it may not fit all trans readers and what they’ve gone through. I also gave them pet cats, because I love cats. The reader being trans doesn’t fill much of this, since it doesn’t effect their relationship a lot, but I hope you still like it.

On days where there we no plans, no druglord word, no Red Hood or batfam work, and you had time off from your job or classes, Jason and you liked to take it slow.

The two cats Jason had found on patrol one night laying splayed out on the bed like they owned the place. One was a very large tomcat with big puffy cheeks, even after being neutered, the second cat was smaller, scrawnier but so very long. They had smartly been named Tomcat and Longcat by Jason.

On days where you two liked to sleep in, you could find yourselves being awoken by the beautiful sound of Longcat yowling like was dying, because neither of you had filled their bowls on time. Tomcat was a big baby, but liked you more than Jason, so the moment Jason gets up to feed Longcat his spot is stolen.

Since he’s already up and his spot had been stolen by a cat the size of a medium sized dog, Jason just decides to start going about his day. He ends up finding outfits for you two for the day, and if you wear a binder hell ask if you want to wear one today or not.

Your handsome partner always gives you a kiss before leaving the bedroom, Tomcat tries to get in the way though. It just results in Jason giving Tomcat a bit smooch too, which the cat just wags his tail at.

You’ll keep lying in bed for maybe another 15 minutes, just snuggling with Tomcat and listening to the sound of Jason taking his shower and brushing his teeth, sometimes at the same time. Longcat is meowing the entire time of course, thinking that Jason is drowning.

You let Jason finish up before getting up, tucking Tomcat in after getting up as you should, before going about your own routine. After your shower you stand and airdry for a while if you have to put on a binder, since you can’t pull those on with damp skin.

This is where youll stand half asleep and brush your teeth, Tomcat and Longcat both watching you, one from the tub and one from on top of the toilet. Its also where Jason likes to come up behind you and just hug you as he buries his face into your neck for a bit.

The morning hug and kiss is needed for his day to go well, that’s what Jason says anyways. If he doesn’t get a kiss from you then his whole day is doomed to go badly in one way or another.

He makes sure to hug you before you apply your T gel if you use that, since he knows he isn’t allowed to touch you after applying it. Hes also an expert at helping you inject T if you need it, and you do it from home. Or if your injection point is still aching from your last injection, then Jason is your guy in making it feel better.

If you’re a breakfast person you two will go into the kitchen to make something. On days like this, Jason can be tempted to make a bigger for complicated breakfast. Most days breakfast is an easy and quick affair though.

Longcat is of course still meowing for treats, acting like he hasn’t been fed and like hes still a streetcat living on scraps. Tomcat is just your big hovering shadow, watching from the doorway into the kitchen with his tail neatly curled around his front paws.

You two end up just eating breakfast on the couch as you watch whatever you two can find, though its most likely a comfort show or movie, something you two have watched many times before.

Jason takes the empty bowls or plates into the kitchen before coming back, so you two can cuddle some more as you’re both still quite tired after Longcats very loud awakening.

Jason never minds what you wear or how you wear it, as long as youre comfortable, so you being trans doesn’t really make any difference in your guy’s mornings together. Just what Jason finds for you to wear, and if your hormone treatment makes any differences.

It’s very hard not to fall back asleep on the couch, especially as Jason pulls you to his chest and wraps a blanket around you both.

Tomcat and Longcat obviously quickly join you, both of the cats curling up in whatever nook and cranny they can find and purring up a storm, making both you and Jason more and more sleepy.

You both don’t mind that you fall back asleep on the couch together, since there’s nothing planned for the day, and what’s playing on the tv is something you both know front to back. It just feels nice to be able to let go and drift off again together, even if it’s not in bed.

[necropathys]

question…… if apple poly were to go on a little date…. would they dress up for it? (and perhaps how) :3c

It really depends on who’s planning the date—and, of course, the occasion.

That said, Swad always has to be so over-the-top. He can’t help himself. His garish design choices might partly stem from his bad eyesight, though that’s difficult to articulate properly. Regardless, he’s a walking fashion disaster who’s also completely obsessed with appearances. Swad would absolutely insist that everyone wear clothing of his choosing, wanting to show them off in the most extravagant way possible.

Most of the time, the others would refuse. Maybe once in a blue moon, they’d indulge him—if only to humor him or for a special occasion.

I also think, hmm, Swad’s insistence on extravagance isn’t just about fashion—it’s his way of projecting his divinity and importance. He genuinely believes that his partners deserve to be adorned and celebrated as reflections of himself. It’s not just about claiming them; it’s about creating a spectacle to match his vision of who they all are together. A reflection of his personhood. Something something narcissism.

Dream, on the other hand, would try his best to dress up and look smart, but… well, he grew up as a forest boy in the middle ages, so his sense of style is questionable at best. He puts in genuine effort, but his outfits tend to clash horribly, with some truly bizarre usage of certain elements. He’s a bit of a fashion disaster in his own way, though he can (barely) get away with it thanks to his positivity aura making people overlook the chaos.

Shattered and Swad, however, don’t let him off that easily. They’d try to guide him with recommendations or straight-up tell him that whatever he's doing is not the look. They're very blunt and enjoy teasing him.

I think Shattered would dress quite smartly—maybe even wearing a dress shirt and slacks. He's already dressed pretty well. I think his ability to pull off this understated elegance feels like a stark contrast to Dream’s chaotic charm and Swad’s excessive flamboyance.

But also, how is this guy the most fashion-forward out of the lot? Is it because he's bound to a black color palette? Are all Dreams destined to have bad fashion sense? (Yes.)

Also, I think they would probably wear outfits with matching elements because they're dorks—and terribly enamored.

But also really okay consider, to them, matching outfits are more than just a fashion choice—they’re a statement. They represent a bond that transcends their individual quirks and differences. For Swad, it’s a way to claim his partners proudly. For Shattered, it’s a quiet reminder that he belongs to something greater than himself. And for Dream, it’s a small but significant way to feel connected to the people he loves most.

[crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf]

Tah'nyem Ra and the Diamond Dolls in:

Before Tahny met Crosshair, there was the Diamond Dolls...

War is afoot, but this trio is determined to enjoy themselves. The diamond dolls are together again and plan to raise havoc once more on the darkened streets of the city planet. Join these mean girls on a fast paced romp and take a look at a day in the life of Tah'nyem Ra.

Content Warnings: F/F oral, Casual Poly Relationships, Language, Alcohol, Car Wrecks, Cops, Questionable Political Actions.

Authors Note: If you saw this posted before, haha no you didn't! I wanted to give Disgrace readers a little back content on Tahny as we go into the second half of the story. Kahtzi has also done a lovely job of haunting the narrative for someone who's perfectly alive so I wanted to give her some screen time. AND MORE JAR'ATH. This story is pretty brief, but life goes fast on Coruscant.

I was gonna save this for New Years but Kark it, Happy OC Sunday.

Word Count: 3720

Read on Ao3 - Read Disgrace

Spice Directly Under Cut, Ye be Warned.

This one has no specific song, take Tahny's personal playlist:

The pale purple thighs around my ears tensed and Kahtzi sighed, encouraging me to increase the pace of my tongue against her. She gasped, but it wasn't from me,

“Teeny we're gonna be late!”

I looked up at her showing me the time on her datapad. She was right, Jar’ath would be landing soon. 

“Just concentrate, you know what you're like if you don't cum before we go out.”

I leaned back into her.

“Maybe some strange dick might be good for me tonight,”

She giggled peevishly, making me glare up at her. 

“Not for free it's not,”

I was sick of wasting time, and suctioned her between my lips. Hallowing my cheeks I flicked my tongue rapidly against her button, making her curse and jerk under me. With her full attention now on her cunt she bucked her hips against me, losing herself to the hard, impatient licking. Polished hooves dug into my back where her legs were wrapped about me and she came, writhing a few seconds as her voice caught in a strangled squeal. 

Then we were done. 

I pinched her thigh and hopped up to run to the fresher to wash and get dressed. It had been forever since I'd left Ga'hah and I was looking forward to reuniting with my childhood friend. 

On my way to the shower I scooped up articles here and there to make an outfit, tossing the thigh holster and grapple I kept at Kahtzi’s on top. 

“Are you really bringing that thing?”

Kahtzi sighed, amused as she watched me dart about while brushing out her vibrant pink hair. 

“Of course! What's a night out without it?”

“Peaceful,”

She shot back with a giggle. 

~~~

The busy port was packed with people and I was annoyed. We could have all just met at the private port the nuvvy wuds of Coruscant had for their fancy luxury ships but no~, Jar'ath had to make an entrance for his… audience. 

“DOLL face!”

The shrill voice rang across the hall, cutting through the din in a practiced projection. Challenging me to meet his spectacle, Jar'ath sashayed into view, high collar glittering a black on black sheen that contrasted the hot pink stocking the cutout bodysuit snapped around. Shiney thigh high boots tapped smartly on the floor as he flung his arms out to me… still about ten meters away. 

“Oh, you absolute slut!” 

I shouted back liltingly as I met his gate and approached. Eyes turned to us from all corners of the common hanger, the obnoxious colors of Jar'ath's presentation clashing with the loose draped cloth that clung to my body as we hugged. 

Jar’ath kissed my cheek then pushed me back by my shoulders to look at the handkerchief hemmed top and skirt that draped my form in shiny black and deep wine reds. 

“Little T, we have to update your wardrobe.”

“This is perfectly modern, and custom made mind you,”

“You look like a grandma,”

He snorted as Kahtzi caught up to us, soda canister in hand from the vending machine off to the side of the crowded incoming hall. 

“THAT'S how Grandmas be dressin’ on Ga'hah?”

She glanced down at my bare midriff and high cut slits on the short skirt, lending ample glances of my legs and a glimpse of the holster strap over my own leather, thigh top heels. 

“Mhmm,”

Jar'ath leaned into her, whispering teasingly,

“to funerals,”

Kahtzi furrowed her brow, never really being able to tell when the tookish gremlin was lying to her. I could just about yank that braid of his. He turned back to me,

“AND you actually lopped off all that hair, I can't believe it, your Vah'hadarr must be all a tizzy,”

“Oh, he's not happy about it, but he'll deal. It's not like we're on Ga'hah,”

I swept my hand over the patch of black hair now visible under the short bob of white. 

“Mm, not as brave a move out here on the big planets is it, little miss rebel?”

But his unflappable composure broke a moment as he self consciously tucked a lock from his bangs behind an ear… the ear his single streak of black sprouted. 

“Alright alright,”

I cut in, pulling a flask tucked against the inner thigh of my boot discreetly. Kahtzi popped the soda and took a big swig before offering the opening to me. I leveled the canister with alcohol from my stash before tucking it out of sight again.

“To the Diamond Dolls! Together for some havoc at last!”

I took a big swig, grimacing at the burn and shoving the drink to the other two. 

“Mm,”

Jar'ath wiped his mouth handing the drink off to Kahtzi,

“Where to, Tiny? It's your graduation party, you better have better drinks than this planned,”

“Oh!”

Kahtzi piped up, she had downed half the soda by now. 

“We're near that, that little novelty joint, yeah? The soldier bar?”

Jar'ath and I made a face,

“The clone bar?”

The new establishment was a sister to the floor we refurbished in the tower to service the instant army of cloned soldiers trickling into their fresh deployments. Most of the ones hanging around were cops. 

“Puh-lease, Kitty baby, tell me Teeny got you off before coming out here,”

“Don't worry Rathy, she's clear headed… ish, and we won't be going to a narc bar either, Be'llahl Kahtzi…”

“What's wrong with the narc bar?”

I turned to her with exasperation. She clearly forgot the spice I had tucked in my boot. 

~~~

The bars on the lower levels were always cloudy with a haze of death sticks and spice. Sabbac played openly on the dented and scarred table tops to much groaning and whoops of victory. It smelt like smoke and stale fermented grain from years of spilt pints. The familiarity of the seedy atmosphere soaked into me like a warm blanket. 

I scanned over to where Kahtzi was putting on a show of ‘dumb diva’ at one of the more spirited card circles, hoping she wouldn't take it too far. Men didn't mind losing a few credits just to sit at the table with the beautiful Theelin, but if they made it too easy for her she’d have a hard time not leaving with their keys and mortgage. 

Jar'ath had already snuck off to a darker corner with his own prize. 

Hopping off where I leaned on the wall I wove to the jukebox, popping in a credit to select an old favorite before finding a better perch at the bar to observe the crowd. 

“Isn't your friend over there Kahtzi Zho?”

A patron with liquor on his breath leaned in for his query. He wasn't bad looking, speaking with some charm despite his obvious intoxication. His friends giggled, probably thinking him a fool. 

“She gets that a lot,”

A little miffed we'd have to hop to the next location sooner than planned, I discreetly signaled to Kahtzi to wrap up her games. The common pedestrian wouldn't recognize the pin up model, but those who did would really, really recognize her. I watched from the corner of my eye as she untangled herself and slipped off to find Jar'ath. 

“Let me buy a round of drinks, for you and your… your nympho friends,”

More sniggering from the charming group as my new acquaintance signaled the barkeep who, quicker than usual, started whipping together some colorful spirits. 

“You know, I drive a T90 Visper… it's right outside, maybe we should go on a ride you and I,”

The drinks were set in front of me as I felt a hand settle high on my thigh. I flicked my eyes behind me to check on Kahtzi's progress before letting myself bristle. She had Jar’ath and they were nearly back to the exit of the establishment… time to go. 

With a steady hand I swiped up the overly full glass and smiled at my unwanted companion, 

“Never gonna happen,”

Slowly, deliberately, I tilted the cup, dumping its contents on the man's lap and giving it a shake for good measure. 

He sat stunned for a moment, looking between his soaked crotch and my broad grin. His friends breaking into gufaws and jeers broke him from his stupor. 

“Why you little nerf!”

I was already gone, the insult hitting my back as the three of us fell through the door and onto the foggy street giggling. 

Looking around I tried to plan our next move, there wouldn't be time to call my driver back before those bantha brains followed us out here. 

Then I spotted the T90 Visper. 

“Jar’ath, we're taking that one,”

I gestured to the nicer vehicle, obviously with some restricted modifications. Jar'aths face lit up as we jumped into the seats. Kahtzi was already in the wires by the time my butt hit the middle bench between them but it looked like she was struggling. 

“Hey!”

A familiar voice called out from the direction of the bar entrance. None of us turned to look, instead Jar'ath let out an exasperated huff and leaned over my lap to help get the car started. 

“I thought I taught you girls this,”

He yanked the wires from Kahtzi’s grip, severing them with a deft claw. 

“Strip the ends, red touches black-”

The speeder sprung to life with a purr. 

“HEY!”

Louder now and with a percussion of footfalls as the group sped up to stop us. 

Kahtzi floored it, steering us into traffic as we jeered at the owner of our stolen ride, disappearing into the stream of vehicles. 

I leaned back in the seat between my friends, lacing my hands behind my head. 

“We still have a couple hours before we have to open The Crown, where should we go? Another bar?”

Jar'aths face brightened,

“Oo, is the Jedi temple nearby? I've always wanted to tempt a Jedi,”

I wrinkled my nose at the suggestion. First Kahtzi with clones and now Jar’ath with Jedi. 

“C’mon Rathy, they're not that hard to tempt… they think theres no attachment to casual sex so they're pretty quick to give in,”

“Still sounds like a good time,”

“Sure if you like self flagellation,”

He waggled his brow grinning,

“Maybe I do-”

The banter was cut short by a blaster bolt ricocheting off the back of the head rest. 

“What the varp?!”

I turned to look behind us, catching a glimpse of our friends from the bar… they had followed. 

“Kark. that.”

Shifting in the seat to kneel backwards I tugged at the grappling gun at my thigh. 

“Oh, Teeny, your no good with that thing,”

The Theelin planted her hoof on the pedal to up the pace, attempting to discourage me from my line of thinking. I swung the gun up, haphazardly aiming behind us at our pursuers. 

“Teeny, no!”

Kahtzi chided,

“Teeny, YES!”

Jar'ath countered.

I let out my breath and pulled the trigger. 

The little suction cup shot out at the following speeder as they shifted into the lane right behind us, finding a purchase to adhere itself onto the vehicle's front bumper. 

“My stars you actually hit them,”

No time to address Jar'ath’s backhanded admiration or my own surprise. Before the cable could go taught I slammed the gun through one of the brace handles in the console. Kahtzi protested as I reached over her and yanked the steering, whipping us ninety degrees onto a new street. 

The cable caught on a lamp post, biting into its metal body as it went taught. Inertia pulled the crowded speeder behind us hurling them into the corner of the building bordering our side street. They hit with a crunch and a small blast of heat. 

A small spark of victory lit through me…

Before the cable tightened again, yanking us hard to the left and slamming the nose of the Visper into a barrier. 

~~~

I stared down the patrol droid on the other side of the hologram sheen of our holding cell. 

“You're gonna regret this,”

“I'm sure I will,”

The hollow voice buzzed back. I huffed and turned back to pacing. Kahtzi and Jar'ath had given up protesting and were instead amusing themselves by making out on the stiff bench lining the back of the small cubby. I rolled my eyes, turning to catch the droid scanning over my friends. 

“Eyes to yourself, droid,”

“As if I'd want to look at you disgusting flesh bags,”

It turned and paced back down the hall. 

Some minutes passed. The smacking sound from the bench became more obnoxious as the pair got bored and started to shift their attention to annoying me. It was working. 

As my spine began to crawl I was snapped back to attention at the smart tap of dress shoes on the cheap flooring accompanying the returning metal footfalls. 

A tall man came into view, white hair slicked back over his ears to loosely fall from the braid hanging down his back. It contrasted his tanned skin pinched right around glaring amber eyes. His dress was formal, sleek black and white suite of the well to do Coruscant elite.

“Va'hah!”

I sighed in relief, once again leaning into the sheen of the holo barrier. Jar'ath and Kahtzi hopped up at the sound of it powering off and a click of admonishment from my father's tongue. 

“Tah’nyem… I would have expected a better show of restraint,”

“I'm plenty restrained, Va’hah… those guys had it coming and-”

He pinched his brow, snapping,

“What do I expected of a girl who still calls me ‘Va’hah’ like a youngling,”

I rocked back, tightening my jaw as I was pushed back forward by my friends rushing out and into the hall.

“Thankies Va’hah!”

Jar'ath shot glibly as he and Kahtzi held hands and skipped towards the precinct exit. I fell in step with my father who continued his chiding in a low whisper. 

“I shouldn't have to remind you that we're guest of the Republic Tah’nyem, with the war they're staging… a stunt like yours could make things difficult for our family, next time it won't be droids dragging you in but cloned guards,”

He sighed, expression softening,

“I'm surprised to see Jar’ath here… I hope you haven't forgotten our engagements for tomorrow,”

“Of course not, Vah'hadarr.”

I had. 

“Good… then I expect you back at the estate tonight, after opening ceremonies you come straight home, tomorrow is too important to risk any more… dalliances.”

We exited the station and with a nod, my father peeled away from me. He whispered something to my waiting driver before stepping into his own vehicle and peeling off. 

I hurried to my own speeder where my friends were already piling in. We had to get to The Crown. 

~~~

“Isn't this a little… gouache?”

Jar'ath leaned against the boudoir mirror flipping a mock clone helmet in his hands. He was in the way and I swatted his thigh so I could freshen my makeup. The rows of lighting glinted wildly off the shiny white plastiod. 

“It might be ‘gouache’ but that government contract is important, The floor downstairs isn't going to pay for itself,”

He snorted and handed the helmet back to Kahtzi. She wore the scandalously modified armor well… I would've been a nightmare trying to fit those tits under the breastplate mold we were sent. She turned to me looking puzzled,

“Jar'ath kind of has a point, will the soldiers ever even see this little… performance,”

I sighed, this didn't matter and we were going to be on soon. Kahtzi better have the dance down. 

“We perform like we're supposed too, everyone goes home feeling a little better about the war and the government subsidizes the brothel for the soldiers… that's all we have to worry about,”

Jar'ath snipped again,

“So it's true? These clones won't even get paid in real credits? I thought the Republic was all… anti-slavery,”

“Yeah well, show me a government that isn't laced with hypocrisy,”

A light started to blink, and Kahtzi straighted, getting into line at the jet lift. I looked in the mirror one last time, straightening my Lieutenant’s cap before following.

Jar'ath wiggled his fingers in parting as the jet engaged. I felt the lift under myself and the other dancers, propelling us up through the floor above and into the bright, colorful lights of the main stage. 

I let training kick in as the roar of applause rushed through my core, making me feel light from adrenaline. The show’s started… everyone should know their role from here.  

~~~

I blinked in the rays of sun breaking the skyline as our townspeed made its way to the senate building. Anyone being up this early was criminal and yet, here I am. This had to be how they kept the common folk out of their petty squabbling… scheduling conflicts. 

My father was saying something. I wasn't listening, but I was supposed to be.

“... The timing has to be right, Tah’nyem, it's of the utmost importance,”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it Va’hah,”

“You had better,”

I'm sure I knew what he meant, I had rehearsed the plan a few times on my own.

“You know, Tah’nyem… I really wish you'd return the Duhanis boy’s calls,”

I stiffened, not holding back on the look of disgust that twisted my features.

“Oh, don't make a face, I'll start to take it personally… the Bur’nyt reminds me of myself at that age,”

My expression only became more exaggerated, making my father chuckle. 

“The union is only symbolic li’ha, The second richest family on Ga’hah? That'd be good for us, I expect you to reconsider your personal feelings on the matter,”

I bit the inside of my cheek and glowered. 

Luckily, we had arrived at our destination. I tried to swallow the indignation threatening to boil up my throat as we were shown into the tall, elegant building. My attention was brought above me. 

Almost higher than I could make out, the conspicuous glint of white flashed occasionally as patrols and guards monitored the courtyard we were entering through. The armor matched what we received for our floor show. Clone soldiers, already flooding into the capital.  I found myself hoping I would never have to get closer than this. 

Then we were inside, our footsteps being muffled by thick carpeting. It smelt of burning dust, as all government buildings seemed too, but the decor was far more sophisticated than the occasion precinct or two I frequented. 

“Ah, Mr. Ra, so glad you could join us today,”

An official looking protocol droid met us at the landing, rattling off a recorded greeting from whoever had set up for my father to speak today. I wasn't interested, instead, paying attention to the halls and floors we passed as we were led further through the building. 

There is it, showtime.

My eyes flicked to my father's and he nodded subtly as I discreetly fell back behind our procession and peeled off to the corridor we had just passed. Evening out to a casual pace, I tried to hurry down the hall towards my target. 

Senator Challma should be ordering his pre-hearing drink right about now. 

On queue a girl holding a tray emerged into the hall with the hiss of a door, bubbling glass of purple liquid carefully balanced on its surface. 

Perfect. 

I followed. 

She eventually stopped by a booth door, and buzzed its intercom. A pallid looking man answered, taking the drink with an impatience he barely kept in check. 

Challma had been talking out on the inclusion of booze and am msex work in the funding for soldier enrichment, claiming that the loose morality would rub off on their ‘perfect’ weapons and make them… worse? As if less sex made men better fighters. 

Idiot. 

As the girl left down the hall I fell into the door before it could hiss shut again, pressing into the older man with a shocked expression twisting his features. 

I giggled, a vapid, uncontrolled slurring giggle. 

“Whoopsie, I think I'm lost,”

“You started early didn't you?”

He looked amused but uncomfortable, very aware of my body pressed against his. He was a married man after all. 

“Can I sit here? I need a minute…”

I pouted, hanging on him desperately to sell the intoxication. 

“Uh… I suppose,”

Good. I wouldn't need to drag him. 

He turned us and angled me into the seat on the hover disc. As he dislodged my arm from about his waist, about to straighten, I blew the sedation powder into his eyes. His body slumped over me heavily and I huffed from the weight.

Time to get to work. 

I subtly nudged him into a more natural looking position, careful not to alert the booths around me. Hopefully, if they did look, the illusion would hold. For the finishing touch, I undid my top a little, sliding his hand in to cup my breast and tilted his face against my neck. 

With my hidden hand I held the revigor poised. Waiting for my queue. 

The senate proceeding had already started as I got into my position and now I tuned in, listening. 

“Now, to speak on these proceedings we call on Senator Challma of Kerntak to the floor for opening arguments,”

I held my breath. Not yet. 

“Senator Challma,”

Wait. 

“Senator Challma?”

I could hear the buzz of the scanner droids approaching. My time to shine.

The revigor capsule popped in my hand as the droids came within range. 

Challma reeled, bucking involuntarily away from the harsh compound… only making things look worse for himself. 

There were gasps as the booth was projected for all to see. The upright Challma pinning a young woman to a seat in his senate booth, hands down her shirt. I did my best to mimic his surprise as I hurriedly untangled myself and darted back into the hall. 

Mission accomplished.

I left the building quickly, leaving my father to his meetings. My shoulders relaxed as soon as my feet hit the walkways outside. Morning sun hit my face and the smell of caf was on the breeze. 

Maybe I won't go back to Kahtzi’s just yet. 

As I turned my feet towards the siren call of a morning beverage, I could just feel it in my bones. 

Today's gonna be a good karken day. 

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Tags: @feral-ferrule @cloneflo99

[emargoo]

Missed Connections ~ Snowbaz

Pairing: Simon Snow/Baz Pitch

Warnings: | Mentions of alchohol | Baz being a bitch |

Author's Note: Modern-ish AU, Watford School/magic non-existent, This was just a quick thing so nothing special. Enjoy :)

"Fuck," Simon swore angrily. He stood dejectedly at the train platform, clutching his ragged briefcase and watching as his only hope to reach Lancashire in good time slipped away. Steam and smoke blew in his face almost like an insult as the train rushed away from him, chugging down the tracks blissfully unaware that the locomotive's departure had just ruined his day.

He hadn't meant to be late, of course. But he'd reached the station early--due to Penny's nagging--and thought he would have plenty of time to wander the large building. Simon had stumbled across a vendor selling cherry scones, so of course he had to try one. And then try everything else the bakery sold. When it was time to find his platform, he needed to use the loo, which regretably took longer than he had planned. And as Simon was not one particularly blessed with directional capabilities, he had immense trouble when looking for his connection.

Not only had he boarded the wrong train entirely, SImon had needed to jump out of the moving train upon realising he had screwed up. Which leads him here, cursing and disheveled as he watches what would have most certainly been a comfortable ride to his home town chug away.

Simon sighed audibly, running a hand through his messy hair, making it all stand up. He plopped down on the bench behind him, letting his case fall heavily onto the tiled floor. He would need to find out when the next train to Lancashire left, which could very well be the next day. Simon turned his head slightly and almost jumped out of his seat when he caught a glimpse of a man sitting at the other end of the bench.

He was draped languidly across the metal, one long trousered leg sprawled out to his left, the other resting against the bench. He was dressed smartly, brown dress pants and a multicoloured sweater vest unbuttoned over a half-open collared shirt. His outfit felt almost scandalous. The man sported dark black sunglasses over his eyes and an almost ridiculous pink checkered scarf was tied around his head, casting his pale skin in shadow. If Simon had to wager a guess, he would say the man was some sort of exotic dancer or outlandish model.

He certainly had the face of one, thought Simon. Inwardly praising the man's high cheekbones and greecian nose. He was lengthy and elegant, and somehow managed to pull off his odd wardrobe choices. Simon's eyes traveled to the man's shoes, and had to stiffle a laugh. The man wore green spats over chunky black boots, a style that had long gone out of fashion. Not that Simon was particularly well-versed in the fashion world. But in his entire 20 years, he had never seen a man--or anyone, as a matter of fact--with spats.

"It's rude to stare, you know."

Simon's head snapped up. The man's dark eyes glared at him over his sunglasses, his eyebrows arched.

"Sorry." Simon shook his hair out of his eyes. He had forgotten himself after such a frustrating day. "It's been a weird day." His cheeks flushed in embarassment. God, he must sound so stupid to this elegant stranger. He extended a rough callused hand, "Er, the name's Simon. Simon Snow."

The man meerly continued to peer at him, his eyes travelling to Simon's outsretched hand. Simon repressed a shiver, feeling almost judged by this odd man.

"I'm Baz." Said the man shortly, briefly shaking Simon's hand. His hand was soft, but blisteringly cold.

Simon looked awkwardly down at the black-and-white tiled floor, feeling insanely uncomfortable. He had never been one for friendly conversations. Or making friends, for that matter. Most of the time people just befriended him, like Penny.

"I just, uhm, missed my train," said Simon, nodding stupidly. "The one that just left."

Baz didn't look at him. "I saw," he said. After a long silence, in which Simon moved restlessly, tapping his feet and playing with the buttons on his coat, Baz gestured towards Simon's jacket. "That coat, it's Ralph Lauren."

"Huh?" Simon looked down at his coat, not knowing what the man was talking about.

Baz sighed, "It's a brand. You have good taste."

Did he just roll his eyes at me? Simon wondered. "Uhm, I guess. It's my dad's."

"And your dad doesn't mind you borrowing it?" Baz eyed him skeptically, "That design is worth over 600 dollars."

"My dad's dead."

Baz's face softened slightly. His sunglasses drooped on the bridge of his nose, and Simon caught a glimpse of his gray-ish eyes, staring at him. "Oh," he said. "Sorry."

"It's alright, never knew 'em." Simon's voice felt gruff and forced.

"My dad couldn't give a shit about me." Said Baz suddenly. "I know its not the same but-" He stopped himself shaking his head. "Fuck, why am I telling this to a random? Sorry."

"All good, mate." Said Simon, scratching his neck. Truthfully, he did not know what to say to this man. All he needed right now was a train schedule and preferably another cherry scone.

"Would you know when the next train leaves?" Simon asked, looking over at Baz.

Baz stared at him blankly, "To where..?"

Simon cursed inwardly. "Lancashire."

"One moment." Baz pulled a dark purple leather bag from the floor and rumaging around in it. He pulled out a small silver flask, setting it tenderly next to him on the metal bench. Then he took out a crumpled paper, a train schedule, it seemed. "The next one leaves at 8:30 AM, tomorrow."

Simon slumped in his seat, rubbing him forehead lightly. "Fuck me."

Baz held out the silver flask to him, "You know, you shouldn't say that to a stranger. They might take you up on it."

Simon's neck grew hot, taking the open flask from Baz. He sniffed the contents of the vile slightly. It smelled strong. He felt Baz's gaze on him and lifted the flask to his lips, feeling the sharp liquid enter his mouth.

"Your ears are red." Said Baz cooly.

Simon choked on his drink. He handed the flask back to Baz quickly, his nose burning. Baz made a sound that sounded almost like a laugh.

"Jesus. I could have died." Simon said, wipping the drink from his chin.

"Don't be dramatic." Said Baz, "You're ballzy though, taking a drink from someone you just met."

Simon considered this, "Didn't even think of that, to be honest."

"Checks out." Baz regarded him over his hooked nose.

It was Simon's turn to roll his eyes, "At least I don't dress like a swinger."

Baz made a noise that sounded like a mix between a cough and a choke. Simon realised that must be his version of a laugh. "Do you even know what that means, Snow?"

"Well, no." Admitted Simon, "But I feel like you would be one."

Baz shook his head, eyeing Simon's ragged briefcase, his ripped pants, and messy hair. "Okay then. I'll take it as a compliment from you."

Simon felt his neck grow hot, "Go ahead." He looked up at the tall arched ceiling. Anywhere but at the confusing man he was sitting next to.

He heard the train before he saw it. And as if from a distance, he watched it push forward to make a stop at his platform. Baz stood up, clutching his leather bag in one hand. He walked towards the train and then stopped, turning towards Simon.

"I hope we meet again, maybe I can fix that floppy hair of yours."

Simon gaped at him, "Oh yeah, c'ya."

And then he was gone.

[lifeontoast]

A Christmas Carol

9th Doctor x reader

SUMMARY: For day 1 of Advent, here’s something for my Whovians… hope you enjoy. 9 and the reader travel back in time for a very Dickensian Christmas…

Trigger warnings: none, I don’t think.

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That oh-so-familiar thworp of the TARDIS told you that you had arrived. Christmas 1843. The Doctor had chosen it after your previous adventure in the year 5487 - you wouldn’t be going back there in a hurry. He wanted something a bit… calmer for once. Not that he didn't love adventure, of course.

‘Okay, Y/N. It’s the 20th December 1843. Now tell me, what is special about this day?’ he quizzed you.

‘It’s… the day after A Christmas Carol was published!’ you loved that book a lot, and you knew that the Doctor did too. Where he was planning to take you, you couldn’t guess, but you were glad he’d chosen this date for your next little adventure.

‘And change out of those clothes please, you’ll show me up.’ he added with a sarky look in your direction. You rolled your eyes, but made your way to the huge wardrobe in the TARDIS to oblige. He held back a laugh as you left, and hearing this, you couldn’t help but smile. You never knew what you might find in there, it truly was an amalgamation of every type of clothing you could possibly imagine… mini-dresses, togas, suits and ties, and that one really weird fashion trend from the 7140s where everyone wore Scooby Doo onesies. However, you looked past all this to unearth exactly what you needed to find. You see, that was the thing about the TARDIS. She always knew just what you needed. You changed out of the clothes that had offended the Doctor so, and into these new ones. Looking in the mirror, you were pleasantly surprised. Never before had you thought it possible to look so good whilst wearing Victorian clothes. Still, everyday is a school day.

Making your way back to the main console, you found the Doctor wearing exactly the same outfit, except he had changed his jumper. You rolled your eyes, this was so typical of him! Oh well. It was always fun to play dress up with the Doctor, even if he always declined to participate. You’d get him out of that leather jacket one day if it killed you.

You’d brought yourself a scarf from the wardrobe, but decided that he was clearly more in need of it than you were. You walked up to him and carefully put the soft wool around his neck. He feigned annoyance but you could tell he was pleased that you’d been thinking about him again, something he was convinced you did far too much of. He gave you a genuine smile, which you reciprocated gladly.

On the cobbled streets of Victorian London, the snow was falling. Already there was a carpet of white on the stones, and it glowed under the light of the street lamps which lit your way. The sky was steel grey, polluted with the industrial smog of hellish factories lining the roads not far from here. Trying desperately to ignore the lingering, acrid smell of the blacksmiths next to where you had landed, you and the Doctor stepped out smartly, marvelling at every person who walked past. How little they knew of the future, that those factories that were the very lifeblood of the city would soon be nothing but a whisper sometimes talked about in history lessons.

You were confused about your destination, but the Doctor seemed to know where he was going. There was little decoration around the streets or in shop windows, but you remembered that people only started celebrating Christmas again because of A Christmas Carol, and that had only been published the day before. One shop stood out to you though; you saw it on the corner just ahead. It was decked out, even by modern standards. Golden and scarlet ribbons hung on every surface, and there was even a tree outside. Candles lit up the windows, revealing the large number of customers inside. The Doctor gave you a knowing look, and then you realised. That was your destination.

Inside the shop, there were what felt like thousands of people milling about everywhere, books in hand. Even though the shop was actually quite large, there was hardly room to breathe. However, no history lesson could have prepared you for what, or rather who, you were about to see. Coming into the main area of the shop, you saw Charles Dickens, sat at a table, talking to a lady in the most fabulous hat you’d ever seen. You felt your jaw drop in shock, whilst the Doctor just looked at you, laughing to himself. You turned to him and smiled. He was so clever, and he very well knew it.

He made his way to the front of the queue, much to the chagrin of everyone else, and proudly introduced you to Dickens. Apparently, Dickens and the Doctor were “very dear friends”! Well, trust him to hide a secret like that from you. A book had somehow found its way into your hands, and you gave it to Dickens to sign. He wrote this message inside it:

Dear Y/N,

Any friend of the Doctor is a friend of mine! I do hope you enjoy my little book.

Charles Dickens, Christmas 1843

You couldn’t believe it. A first edition of A Christmas Carol, signed by Charles Dickens? Now that was something you’d treasure forever.

Outside the bookshop, it has just started to snow. As the delicate flakes flew down from the sky, the Doctor offered you his arm, and you slowly wound your way down the cobbled street, amazed at all that was happening around you. You had a tremendous sense of foreboding, feeling satisfied that these people would very soon be rediscovering the joy of Christmas, and you were so glad to be able to share it with the Doctor.

This would be an adventure you wouldn’t forget any time soon.

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Hope you enjoyed :)

[slightlyunconventional]

HELLO oh my god this took so long it's currently 3am um. LOL 💕💕💕 anyway here's a k/az fic for you it's kinda long like longer than my usual ones anyway soooo yes hi ALSO partly inspired by this ask i got!! but i forgot to actually answer it. @artemisia-darkstar !! 🤭

the heist one ✨ (3.9k words of k/az b/rekker allergies. obviously.)

The Crows had been hired by a wealthy merch of central Ketterdam to pilfer one extremely valuable diamond brooch from… another wealthy merch. (“Rich people do have their petty quarrels, don’t they?” Jesper had said. First world problems.) Kaz had sent Inej out to scout the mansion, to pick up intel about guards’ schedules, locate the target brooch, and note any and all potential escape routes if things happened to go sour. She’d returned to his desk to report just one tiny snag in their plan - the merch was hosting a large formal event at his estate on the exact night they’d planned to seize the diamond brooch.

The five of them stood in the shadows of an alley, two blocks from the merch’s mansion, Nina busy tracking a group of partygoers as they approached, ready to take them swiftly down with her Heartrender power. 

“Just why did that rich prick have to have his party tonight?” Jesper hissed in annoyance, “He has to know we’re coming. There’s no way he doesn’t know.”

Kaz sighed. “He doesn’t know, Jes. Why would he know?”

“Maybe one of his guards saw Inej, I don’t know,” replied the sharpshooter, exasperated.

“Don’t be stupid. No one sees Inej.”

“Not even you, Jes, and I’m standing right next to you,” said a quiet voice behind Kaz. He felt his lips twitch at the corners. 

Jesper started, nearly leaving the ground. “Saints, Inej! How do you keep doing that?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Inej replied. She was hardly visible in the dark of the alley, but it was clear she was smirking by the amused tilt of her voice. Suddenly, five dull, consecutive thumps sounded from up ahead as five smartly-dressed passers-by collapsed to the cobbled ground. Jesper winced.

“You’re positive we couldn’t have left this until another day?” he asked. They hadn’t even got inside yet and people were already toppling like dominoes. It could only get worse from here.

“I was about to ask the same thing, actually,” added Wylan. Kaz shook his head.

“The guards’ schedules change daily. I have our window planned out to the minute, and I’m leaving no room for risk,” he said, “Now get those bodies hidden before we fall at the first hurdle.”

Jesper, Wylan, and Nina set to work dragging the unconscious party guests down into the alley while Kaz reached behind a stack of crates and picked up a large hessian sack. From it he produced a bundle of clothes.

“Still no idea where you get all these outfits from,” Jesper panted as Kaz tossed him a grey three-piece suit. He gave it a look of supreme repulsion. “I’m not sure if you knew, but grey really isn’t my colour.”

“It is tonight,” replied Kaz dismissively, throwing a second suit to Wylan and two dresses each to Nina and Inej. He crouched to inspect one of the unconscious bodies, then slipped a hand into the man’s blazer to retrieve his invitation to tonight’s event. Nina was holding up the pale blue gown Kaz had given her and staring at it in scepticism. 

“I don’t know if this is going to fit me,” she said with an eyebrow raised. Kaz sighed in annoyance.

“Well, it’s going to have to.” He held up the invitation letter he’d retrieved. “These are our tickets in there - get yours then get dressed. Make it snappy.”

“Get dressed,” echoed Nina incredulously, casting a wary glance around the dingy backstreet, “here?” The look she received from Kaz was almost pitying.

“Nina, love, we’re in Ketterdam. It doesn’t get much more private than this.”

She grimaced and backed into a slightly more shadowed corner of the alleyway. 

Some five minutes later, the five of them were kitted out in most uncharacteristic formal wear - Wylan and Jesper suited in complementary greys, Nina in her rather tight blue gown and Inej in her red one. Kaz looked, well, hardly different, in all honesty - the black suit was almost identical to his usual get-up, save for his black tie swapped for a deep red one, and the obnoxiously floral boutonniere pinned to his lapel. And, of course, the distinct lack of gloves on his hands, though they were folded carefully inside his jacket pocket in case of emergencies.

“Ready?” he asked. 

“No offence, Kaz,” Inej began. Kaz turned to her with a single eyebrow arched. “But how are we supposed to, y’know, do a heist dressed like this?” She gestured up and down her dress with her hands.

“It’s about fitting in. I didn’t anticipate there being a party tonight - be grateful I’m not making you scale any walls,” Kaz replied sourly. Inej shot him a look before shaking her head. He huffed out a sigh.

“Fine. You can have your weapons on you, all of you,” he compromised, albeit reluctantly, “But if I see so much as the glint of a blade’s edge, I’ll crack your skull with that merch’s diamond brooch. Keep them hidden.” His words were nothing short of a snarl, the threatening promise dripping from his tone - it was clear Kaz would accept no mistakes on this job. He wanted them in and out as fast as possible, with as little trouble as possible. 

Jesper picked up his pearl-handled revolvers, spun them in his hands, and slid them beneath his suit trousers - impractical, but at least they were hidden from view. 

“Still think this suit needs more colour,” said Jesper with an exaggerated sigh.

“You’ll live,” Kaz spat as he strode past him out of the alley. “Let’s move,” he said, “We don’t have all night.”

.

They’d made it inside without a hitch, much to Kaz’s relief. So far, so good, he thought, wonder how long that’ll last. The five stood at the entrance of the mansion’s huge ballroom, staring at the lavish decorations and masses of guests that filled the space. The tightly packed crowd sowed the beginnings of a cold weight in Kaz’s chest that he forced himself to ignore.

“You all know what you have to do,” Kaz said, “We reconvene at eleven bells.” Then, he noticed Nina and Jesper eyeing the bar at the far side of the hall, and sighed. “We reconvene at eleven bells, sober.” He allowed himself the subtlest of smirks as the two Grisha let out a simultaneous, hearty groan. 

So, with Wylan and Jesper instructed to keep an eye on the target merch, and Nina off taking the guards down outside his office, Kaz and Inej were left to, just, mingle. Easier said than done, especially for two of perhaps the least sociable people in the entire Barrel, but, alas, they had nothing else to do until the dinner started. The pair weaved their way through the crowd over to the side of the hall, where they attempted a casual leaning-against-the-wall conversation while also trying to look like they were having fun.

“I don’t have much experience with social events,” Inej admitted, casting a wary glance around the room.

“You say that like you think I have any,” Kaz said with a breathy almost-laugh. Inej smiled sympathetically. 

Despite the sheer size of the ballroom, it was truly stifling. Each and every surface was laden with bouquets of brightly coloured blossoms which gave off a heady sweetness that was impossible to ignore, and the air was thick with the stinging scent of various expensive perfumes and colognes. Kaz wondered how the guests could keep chatting and laughing and dancing while he longed for the soft comfort of his overcoat’s high collar to bury his nose into. The heavy, potent aromas that hung so incessantly upon the air didn’t take long to infiltrate his nostrils. At first, it took up residence as a subtle buzz somewhere deep, far back in his sinuses -  faint, but noticeable enough, though it quickly rose in intensity, steadily becoming worse and worse and spreading throughout his nose until it became an ever-present prickling burn that pushed Kaz closer and closer to the brink. He sniffed determinedly against the sensation, not eager to humiliate himself amongst such a huge crowd.

“What time’s the dinner, do you know?” Inej asked. Kaz had to pause for the briefest moment to regain control over his sinuses, which were still tickling with ferocious intensity.

“Any minute now, I think,” he replied. Mere seconds after he spoke, his breath caught in his throat, and the burn he thought couldn’t get any worse spiked like flames licking against the inside of his nose.

Inej’s gaze briefly flickered over his face before she replied. “...Alright. I’ll keep an eye out for Jesper’s signal.”

“-hhHDtt–!” Kaz’s breath hitched sharply, and before he knew it, he was pressing a gloveless fist firmly to his septum to stifle a rather harsh sneeze. “hhk’NGTt!-huh..”

“Bless you,” Inej said, eyes still tracking Jesper across the room.

“Thahhnk, y-youuUHh–?! ehH’GNKT! Oh, Saints– ‘kKGTtch! h-huh’GNKksh!” The fact that his sneezing was already becoming difficult to contain filled Kaz with a sense of dread - it wouldn’t be long before he’d be unable to stifle at all. 

“Uh, bless you. Again.” Inej was looking at him now, her gaze skipping between his eyes and his nose, which was undoubtedly still twitching and flaring in irritation. “Are you alright?” she dared to ask.

Kaz nodded, averting his eyes. At least it was only Inej and not someone who’d mortify him even more. “Fine. I’m fi-hhehH! Oh, you’ve got to be jokiihh’KNTt! hhih’gGKTtsch!”

Inej lifted her eyebrows at him. “Keep that up, and you just might burst a blood vessel,” she teased. He managed a hazy eye roll before having to duck back down into his tight fist.

“-heh’hehh’kKGTtshh! hhhk’NGTtch! Oh, oh, saints, I- ‘kKNGTts! ‘GNTTtchh-huh!” The tail end of each sneeze kept managing to escape his valiant attempts at stifling, resulting in a quick, itchy expulsion at the back of each stifle. Worse than that, though, was that the more he suppressed them, the more sneezes kept coming - the itch in his nose was truly unrelenting.

“‘GNKTtsh! Ghezen…hh-huh’kKNTtsh’uh!–”

“Kaz–” he heard Inej say. There was a hint of urgency in her voice, but he was too deep in the throes of this horribly itchy fit to be able to even think about responding.

“hhk’KNGT’sshhuh! h-huhh’KXNTtsh! ‘GKKTtschh’hhuh!”

“Kaz,” Inej spoke again, “It’s time, Jesper’s–”

“hhih’KKTTt’shh!” Kaz’s nose simply refused to let up and the fit was inescapable. He was powerless to do anything but repeatedly press his dreadfully tickly nose into his fist and stifle sneeze after demanding sneeze. By now, his head was pounding from stifling so much - but he decided he’d much rather that than watch his dignity fall to pieces in a hall full of strangers.

Suddenly, amidst his fit, Kaz felt an urgent tugging on his sleeve. He just about managed to fight back any more sneezes to finally listen to Inej, though he could hardly see her through his watery eyes, and his head kept tipping forward ever so slightly, reflexively for the sneezes he was just barely holding back.

“Kaz,” Inej said, firmly this time, “Jesper’s signal. It’s time to move.” 

Kaz nodded blearily. He knew he had to get to the merch’s office where Nina was waiting for him, but he wasn’t sure he’d be able to walk in a straight line.

As if reading his mind, Inej said, “You need to get yourself together, Kaz. We have a job to do.” Then she disappeared into the crowd, off to swap positions with Jesper.

.

Kaz had staggered, still stifling sneezes haphazardly into his tight fist, to the merch’s private office suite with Jesper close on his heels, sparing him overly concerned glances. He hoped, now, that he’d get a break from that infernal tickle since he was out of the thickly perfumed air of the ballroom. 

“-hhH’GKKTtsh’uh! Saints…” That sneeze felt fairly final - he just hoped it actually was.

“Uhh. So are you done blowing our cover?” Jesper asked, smirking. 

“Shut up,” replied Kaz, the bitterness in his voice hidden by its rather congested quality, “...yes, I am. Just that hall, Saints, why does everyone insist on making themselves smell like a walking flowershop?”

Jesper laughed at that. “You’d rather they smelled like… what, exactly?”

“Anything else,” Kaz said, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, there you are,” came Nina’s voice from the office door, “You’ve got no idea how long I’ve had to keep these wretches unconscious.”

“Don’t be dramatic, we’ve hardly been here an hour,” snapped Kaz.

“Ghezen, Brekker, if I weren’t using both hands for my power, I swear I’d–”

Jesper raised his hands up. “Alright, alright, let’s play nice, yeah? Nina, you keep doing what you’re doing, love, and Kaz, get to that lock - we’ve stalled enough as it is,” he said, “And I’ll stand guard.”

Kaz huffed, slipped his lockpicks from the inner pocket of his jacket, and crouched in front of the door. Though he was without his gloves, the cool metal of the picks brought him a slight comfort, and he allowed his dexterous fingers to begin their work on the lock. However, before his picks even touched the keyhole, his chest was stuttering with the need to sneeze yet again.

“-hh’hehH–”

Jesper whirled around from where he was standing guard to look at Kaz. “Seriously?” he asked, incredulous.

Nina looked up, too.“What?” she said, eyes flicking between Kaz and Jesper in confusion. 

“Saints, Nina, you don’t want to know. He’s been sneezing non stop all evening - I had to watch the whole fiasco in the hall - and we definitely could be done with this so much faster if he’d just pulled himself together-!” complained Jesper. He didn’t sound much unlike a whining child, come to think of it.

“You’re talking about me as if I’m not right here– shit, hhehH! hhk’NGTt! ‘GKKTtsh!” Kaz only just finished his sentence; it was punctuated by a harshly stifled pair of sneezes, after which he sniffled thickly and swiped a hand under his nose.

“Bless you, boss. Now get on with it,” Jesper said, shaking his head. Kaz shot him a murderous glare before returning to the lock. It was an easy lock, and any other day he’d have it open in less than five seconds, but now, he just couldn’t shake the distracting tickle building in his sinuses, and of course, with that building tickle, his hands began to shake slightly. He was managing it, though, or so he thought.

“-hhaAH’ESCHHh’uhh!” Kaz sneezed, a violent explosion that came on so fast that he didn’t have time to even consider trying to stifle it. He was beginning to get a little frustrated now - he was well out of the ballroom, so why was he still sneezing?

“Lovely,” Nina said with a grimace. Kaz couldn’t find a retort for he was still recovering from the tearing sneeze that had caught him off guard.

“Kaz-” Jesper started warningly, casting a worried glance at the ballroom doors. 

“I’m fine,” Kaz cut in. One of his hands was working swiftly at the office’s lock, while the other scrubbed roughly at the underside of his now red-rimmed nose. He didn’t need any Grisha powers to feel his heart pounding in his chest - Kaz knew they were behind schedule now, and by no means had he planned for this to happen. He tried to focus on the movement of his picks inside the lock, though it was second nature to him by now, so much so that he’d pick locks without even thinking. One minute a door would be closed, the next wide open. He’d never spared it a second thought. However, in this moment, his focus was wavering, as was his breath, and his hands were shaking once again. The itch in his sinuses had rekindled and was twice as vicious as it fought for control over him. Just get the lock open, he willed himself, just five more seconds, hold on.

Against all odds, Kaz finally cracked the lock. He immediately pushed the door open and stepped back from it, right as his nostrils flared widely. He drew in a great breath and lifted his jacket by the lapel with one trembling hand.

“haHH’ehHRSCHHh’huh! hehH’kKXSCHHhuh! Oh, Sai-saints–” Two sneezes, violent and forceful, exploded from him, shielded behind his lifted blazer. Jesper and Nina exchanged glances before entering the office to break into the merch’s safe. Kaz wasn’t far behind them, though his nose was most certainly not done sneezing. In fact, he felt as though he needed to sneeze even more than before. He didn’t see Nina and Jesper break open the safe using one of Wylan’s corrosive chemicals, because, well, he was a little preoccupied snapping forward at the mercy of his own nose.

“hhah-haAH’ehHKZZSCHH’huh! H-hahh… huh-! Oh,” Kaz sniffled as the second sneeze eluded him, “Fuck, when will this end?”

His sneezes were gradually getting stronger and thus much harder to contain, and no matter how he tried to cover them, they still managed to leave a fine mist upon the air, much to his disgust. Although, he had to admit that it was deeply relieving, and almost dizzying, to finally let out his sneezes, despite the sheer embarrassment of it all. 

“Got it,” Nina said, holding up the diamond brooch. She tossed it over to Kaz, who caught it, pocketed it, and–

“h-heHRZZSCHHh’uh!” -sneezed. Kaz rolled his eyes at himself and sniffled.

“What’s gotten into you?” teased Jesper, nudging Kaz in the side playfully with his elbow. Kaz simply glared back. After a forceful knuckling at his nose, the itch seemed to have calmed down a bit.

“It’s nearly eleven bells,” he said, voice slightly dulled by congestion, “Inej and Wylan will be waiting for us.”

.

They headed back to the agreed meeting spot - the alleyway where Nina downed the group of partygoers and where their original clothes were left. As Kaz had said, Inej and Wylan were already there, seated upon old crates making quiet conversation. 

“How long have you been here?” asked Kaz.

“Just got here,” Inej replied, lifting an eyebrow at the pink hue of his nose, “Did you get what we came for?”

Kaz fought not to pull a face at her. “Obviously,” he said shortly. Jesper cast a dramatic look around.

“So we’re not going to address the elephant in the room?” he asked. Everyone except Kaz looked at him sceptically.

“Our sneezy over here, obviously,” said Jesper with a smirk.

Nina snorted. “Yeah, good point,” she laughed, “What was ruffling your feathers back there, Brekker?” 

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

Inej turned to him, annoyance rising in her stare. “If you’ve come on this job with a cold, Saints–”

“No, I–” Kaz began.

“We would have been in and out a lot faster if you hadn’t been–”

“I got what we needed, didn't I?” Kaz shot, annoyed now, too.

Jesper and Nina looked at each other. “Well, we did…” he whispered to her. She giggled.

“Sooo… what was it then?” Nina asked playfully.

“I don’t know,” snapped Kaz, “so drop it, okay?”

Nina raised her hands in mock surrender and stepped back. Kaz looked around the shadowed alley.

“Where’s my coat,” he demanded. Jesper reached back to the messy pile of their clothes and tugged out Kaz’s thick, heavy coat to hand to him.

“Yeah, you’d best get that jacket covered up. I think it’d make headlines if Kaz Brekker was seen with a flower on his lapel,” said Nina with a laugh, leaning forward to flick Kaz’s boutonniere playfully. The faintest cloud of pollen floated up from the flower, hardly visible to the naked eye, but Kaz’s nose notices alright. His breath hitched deeply almost immediately, and before he knew it, he was leaning heavily on his cane as three itchy, near-explosive sneezes escaped him.

“-ehH’rRZZSCHHheh! huh-huHH’KXZZSHHh’uh! haAHh’ihHRZZSCHHhuuh! What the f-fuck?”

Despite him having braced himself against his cane, the triple still managed to bend him nearly double. He straightened himself, panting and swearing, and sniffed sharply. The rest of the group was rendered speechless. It was a rather unusual scene, especially with Jesper standing holding out Kaz’s coat awkwardly. The dark-haired man stepped forward swiftly and all but ripped his coat from Jesper’s hands, however he paused before putting it on, pitching forward with two more heavy sneezes.

“Fuck offhhuh-hehH’IZSCHHuhh! heh’hRZZSCHH’uh!” Kaz’s lips curled slightly, a crude grimace, and his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

Inej stepped forward with a muttered, “Oh, for Saints’ sake,” unpinned the red flower from his lapel, and tossed it back down the alley. He gives her a funny look. “You’ve been sneezing all evening and you didn’t even consider the flower literally pinned to your chest?”

Kaz said nothing. He was too busy both internally marvelling at his own stupidity and fighting the urge to throw himself in the canal out of humiliation. 

Inej shook her head. “For all your wit and cunning you sure lack common sense sometimes,” she said.

Before Kaz could retort, Nina scoffed. “Seriously?” she said incredulously, “All that because of one little flower? Saints, Brekker. I never thought the great Dirtyhands would be felled by a bit of pollen.”

The glare she got from Kaz could probably have killed someone had it not been for his glassy, red-rimmed eyes.

 “It wasn’t just the– ehH’KZZSHHhue!” Kaz began to protest, but cut himself off with a harsh sneeze, seemingly one that crept up on him with no warning, for he only managed to throw his arm in front of his face in the last split second before the sneeze erupted from him. Jesper laughed and Kaz saw Wylan shoot him a look.

“How about we – instead of bullying Kaz –” Wylan said with a pointed glance at Nina, “start heading back to the Slat. Because I’m cold.” Inej smiled in amusement.

“Thank you,” agreed Kaz with a thick sniffle, “At least there’s one other person with some sense in this group.” Wylan flushed a little, maybe with embarrassment, maybe with pride – Kaz was too annoyed to care which it was. He was already picking up his original clothes from where he left them, then he stalked out of the alley. It wasn’t long before Inej caught him up, and he saw that she’d already discarded her heels and replaced them with her own familiar leather boots. He cast her a sidelong glance over his shoulder, still walking. She matched his pace with ease.

“I shouldn’t have been so hard on you earlier,” she admitted, “You were right. You did get what we needed, and the plan went off without a hitch.”

Kaz stopped walking and turned to face her; she did the same. “But…?” he said, prompting her to continue. She sighed.

“But,” Inej replied, “you’d better not let this affliction of yours compromise any of our future jobs.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why would that happen,” he said flatly, hardly a question.

“I’m just saying you need to be able to keep quiet if and when things get messy.”

“Yet you chastise me like I’m a schoolboy every time I stifle,” Kaz replied, slightly amused. Inej’s lips twitched.

“You know that doesn’t apply on a job. You’re allowed when we need to keep a low profile,” she said, “And your sneezes aren’t exactly low profile.”

Before Kaz could reply, Inej was reaching up to where his lapel was visible beneath his coat. 

“Oh, you’ve got a bit of–” She swiped her hand across the fabric, brushing off a scattering of pollen from the flower that was previously pinned there. Kaz’s breath caught quietly. 

“Gonna sneeze?” Inej said with a smirk.

He replied, “No,” and then, of course, sneezed. “hehH’GNKTt!”

It was contained perfectly against his now-gloved fist, and he ducked down slightly with it – a near-silent affair.

“We’re not on a job anymore, so I’m allowed to tell you off for that,” Inej said, “Bless you.”

“...Thank you.”

[ya-bug-boy]

Hihi can I request a Giovanni x Reader smut where Gio just praises them the whole time?

GIOVANNI X MALE READER NSFW 🔞

If it isn't already obvious, Giovanni likes to have control. Control over his team, money, and plans; he doesn't tolerate misdirection or mistakes.

You weren't a member of Team Rocket, but instead a site coordinator for one of his cover-up businesses. He keeps his villainous ways a secret from you, so he can continue having your interest in him. To you, he was just a very successful businessman who seemed to have liked you. A lot. You've flirted back and forth on some occasion, never going too far until one day you accidentally sent forward a text to him of your nudes.

He calls you in for a meeting at a restaurant. You note that it's of a higher than usual quality than what you're used to so you dress smartly, donning a suit. You feel yourself dreading it entirely. But he is your boss and you really don't want to go back to working in restaurants as host again.

You meet up at the restaurant entrance after a taxi ride there. You shake hands and you note how...casual this encounter seems so far. Giovanni himself doesn't look displeased at all. The two of you take your seats and you can't help but to feel nervous.

"You know why you're here, don't you?" Giovanni asks, giving you his cat-like smile.

"It's about the nudes I accidentally sent you-" you say miserably, cringing at your words.

"Accidentally?" his eyes widen and before he could speak, a waitress comes by to ask for what you two would like to drink. He quickly orders two glasses of red wine for both of you before the miss leaves. "Ah. So it was an accident. Shame, I was rather hoping you were finally taking note of me."

Your cheeks burn red as you shakily confess, "Weeeell..." and you admit your feelings for your boss. He listens to your hesitant response and reaches out to hold your hand, reassuring you that he felt the same way.

The dinner goes incredibly well after that! You two share a bottle of wine, enjoy delicious food and find yourself so much at ease after you've had a glass or two. He then offers you if you'd like to come back to his place, you don't object.

Giovanni lives a luxurious life that you vaguely knew about but never witnessed. You take note of his car then his absurd beautiful mansion and you can't help but to be in awe. He takes you to the living room, where you two planned to drink some more, but eventually you found yourself grinding on his lap as you make out with him.

He tastes like the divine wine you just shared, a taste so rich and addicting that you can't help but want more of. You grind your clothed cocks together as he firmly grips your ass with his big hands. You lean back to breath and he can't help but to talk, "What a pretty little thing you are and you're all just for me. Are you going to be good for me?" You whine and nod dumbly, practically purring at your answer, he rubs your crotch with his palm. "So needy. You're practically melting, aren't you? Do you want me to help you?" You nod repeatedly as his strong hands quickly undo your outfit and you undo his, your suits splayed out on the floor behind you.

Giovanni loves what he sees, your sharp shoulders and pretty cock just waiting for him. You lean back into the sofa and whimper a sharp cry when he finally touches you, his hand rubbing you. You involuntarily cover your mouth and face with your hands but he pulls them back gently. "No, I want to see what my angel looks like," he says smoothly before pressing his cock against yours and rubbing them together with his hand. His is so much larger than yours and its heat was affecting you, his hands massaging you in all the right ways. "There you go, just relaaax for me," he purrs as he watches you become undone by his hand alone. "Such pretty noises coming from you, you sound so nice. Why would you hide your face from me when I love the way you look?" His praise was swimming in your head, your body melting into his hands when he suddenly stops.

You open your eyes to see him lubing his fingers with some lubricant before he delicately presses his index finger inside of you, doing it gingerly as he goes from knuckle to knuckle. You moan, giving out suffocated gasps as you try to ease into the pressure inside of you as he prepares you. You needed preparation for what was going to happen next.

He praises you the entire time, cooing at your whimpers; taking in delight with how you sounded. Finally deeming you ready, he puts on a condom, putting a smidge of lube inside before putting it on. He then lines up the head of his cock to your hole before pressing it inside. You give out screams of pleasure when he finally bottoms out in side of you, you taking him all the way to his base.

"Fuck, god. I missed this," he sighs when he was fully pressed inside. He gives you a moment to adjust to his girth before pistoning his cock inside of you. He goes at a gentle pace at first, holding your hand and pressing kisses to your lips. "You feel so good, Angel. Do you want me to go harder?" You repeatedly nod your head, cupping his face into your hands as he leaned forward, before going rougher, at a faster pace, his balls slapping against you ass.

With rough hands gripping you by the hips, you couldn't take it anymore and come undone when Giovanni decides to jerk you off while he fucks you. You weep as your cum shoots into his hand but he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. He wasn't done with you yet. The night was still young and he planned to make sure you'd remember tonight.

[specialagentlokitty]

Sherlock x reader - not just myths

Ahh! Just saw the post, please could you do a sherlock crew x vampire fic?!?!!? The reader shows them their powers and fangs etc!!! - @casserole-from-dads-asserole 💜

You looked at the little flat, hand on your hip as you scanned around the dingy place.

“It’s the only flat I have available.”

You turned to the elderly woman and smiled at her softly.

“I’ll take it, I can turn it around no issue. Thank you so much for helping me.”

You got into moving your few belongings into the flat and you went straight out to get everything you needed before the stores closed.

It was how you then met John and Sherlock, they had come in rather late while you were getting ready to go meet a few friends after hours of decorating.

Then you found yourself joining them on cases and such, and you met Lestrade, Mycroft and Molly.

Sitting in Sherlock and John’s flat, you smirked as you looked at Sherlock who was intensely staring at you.

“I know I’ve seen you before.”

“We’ve been friends for nearly a year Sherlock of course you’ve seen me before.”

He rolled his eyes and sat back down in his chair.

“No. Before then. But where…” he mumbled.

He narrowed his eyes at you and watched as you stood up to go help John bring some stuff into the flat and walked back over.

“He’s still on that?” John asked.

“He’s been on it for months now, he still won’t drop it.” You laughed.

Sherlock just walked away and you rolled your eyes.

Feeling your phone vibrate, you pulled it from your pocket and read the rest and smiled to yourself as you stuffed it back into your pocket.

“See you later John! Sherlocks smoking in the bathroom by the way.”

You jogged down to your flat, heading straight to your wardrobe, you looked for an outfit you wanted to wear.

It took a while of searching, but you settle for ripped jeans, a sleeveless tank and a leather jacket and some white shoes and made your way back towards the door.

“Got a case, coming?” John asked.

“Nah, I’ve got plans.”

Sherlock looked at you.

“They’re going to a party.”

“Yup, so I’ll catch you two around.”

With that you ran ahead of them and jogged down the street to where a couple of your friends were waiting and you walked to the party with them.

It was an abandoned building near the water, and sunset beamed through the broken windows and you smirked as you leant against the wall, sipping from the glass in your hands.

“So, what’s the occasion Lucien?”

The smartly dressed man next to you flicked his gaze to you and smirked, shrugging his shoulders a little.

“Can’t a man host a party for no reason?”

“Not if it’s you Lucien, remember you don’t own run this place.”

He set his glass down and raised his hands a little.

“Eclipse, total one. You remember the last one?” He asked.

You thought back to the last total lunar eclipse and you laughed as you remembered what had balls es and nodded your head.

“That was a good day. Can’t believe I nearly missed this one, but no funny business got it?”

“You’re no fun now you hang out with them.” He huffed.

“They’ll easily track it down to you, trust me. Especially Sherlock Holmes, he may not be one of us but he’s just as smart.”

Lucien hummed and nodded his head, following you to the far end of the building where you downed the rest of the drink in your glass.

Tossing it behind you, it shattered on the floor and you jumped up, swinging yourself to the next floor up, you walked to the middle and sat on the railing.

“So why them?” Lucien asked.

“It’s a quiet place, I just wanted to live stress free. Why do you think I left you in charge of everyone moron?”

“Because I’m your trusted second hand?” He chuckled.

“Eh, and that.”

The party was the best thing you had been to in a long while, you loved hanging out with Sherlock and everyone, but these people were your kind.

Vampires.

Just like you.

You didn’t have to hide who you were here.

The whole night was spent drinking, dancing, talking and eventually getting involved in more and more risky dares.

It was amazing until your other friends showed up outside the building, but no one seemed to notice or care, they carried on what they were doing.

Music blasted through the building, and you were crouched on the railing as you looked at the small group below you looking up.

“Come on, what can go wrong?!” Someone yelled up.

“You Miss and break something?” You smirked.

“Oh it’s on. You’re getting knocked down!” Someone yelled.

Lestrade had received a tip that his killer was at this party, but he was finding it hard to get a good look at everyone in the dark room, but they needed to get in unseen.

John was nervously looked around, trying not to bump into anyone, he was comparing people to the picture on his phone and as he looked around he saw a group looking up so he did the same.

He saw you stood on the railing, dodging bits of metal and other things that were being throwing at you, a wild grin on your face.

“Bloody hell…” he whispered.

It wasn’t your balance that impressed him, it was the pure red of your glowing eyes.

You were dodging everything easily, and when you were hit in the head you fell back, landing on your back you jumped up and bowed a little.

“Half an hour, not bad.” You mused.

“There’s people here…” Lucien whispered.

“What?”

He pointed and you followed his gaze to Sherlock who was apparently locked in a staring contest with someone and you cursed under your breath walking over.

Sherlock was rambling on and the man in front of him raised his hand only to stop when you stepped in front of him.

“Sherlock what the hell are you doing here?”

“Catching a murderer.”

You looked at the photo he showed you and you looked to the man in front of you who held a guilty look.

He was blocked in by others, no way to go.

“You broke the laws?”

“It was an accident I swear!”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you told him to go in without a fight and you’d get it sorted and he was escorted away by Lestrade and you turned to a Sherlock and John.

“Uhm… what kind of party is this?” John asked nervously.

Gesturing for them to follow you outside, you sat on the hood of your friends car as you looked at them.

“A painting! Yes! Of course that’s where I saw you, a painting from the 1800s.”

“Sherlock that’s just stupid!”

“Is it John?”

You looked at him, giving him a little grin, showing the glint of your fangs and he quickly shuffled behind Sherlock.

“Oh how interesting..”

Sherlock walked over, taking your face in his hands.

“You’re coming back to the flat.”

You didn’t have a choice, Sherlock dragged you away while John settled for getting a different taxi.

The moment Sherlock dragged you into his flat he grabbed a torch and stood you still, carefully examining your face and you just stood there.

John walked in and shuffled around you, standing on the opposite side of the room and watched.

“Sherlock.. I Uhm… I don’t think that’s safe…”

Sherlock grabbed your jaw, forcing your mouth open and you just looked at John.

“Help…” you mumbled out.

John walked over pulling Sherlock away by his jacket and you rubbed your sore jaw, flexing it a little as you frowned.

“You can’t just grab people’s jaws Sherlock that crap hurts.”

“Well, if we’re to go by mythology you shouldn’t be able to feel pain.”

“I shouldn’t be able to walk in sunlight either or eat your crappy cooking Sherlock, yet here I am.”

You walked over and dropped onto the sofa, eyes peering at him.

“That isn’t possible.. this isn’t possible!” John protested.

“I mean I don’t know how else to prove this you John.”

John picked up a pillow, and threw it at you and you slapped it away.

“Seriously?”

He picked up a book and threw it and you again slapped it away.

While John was apparently testing your reflexes, Sherlock was just watched and Lestrade came in only to stop in his tracks.

“We’re throwing things at (Y/N) now?” He asked.

“Johns trying to disprove that (Y/N) is a vampire.”

“Sherlock there’s no such thing.”

“Look at them seriously, it’s pretty obvious.”

Lestrade looked at you, walking over he crouched down and stared into your red eyes, then he picked your cheek and you grinned and he jumped back with a small Yelp.

In a panic he picked up a book John had throw and threw it at you and you grabbed it.

“Stop throwing stuff bloody hell!”

“So you just weren’t going to tell us?” Lestrade asked.

“Ah yes because that would go down great Greg. By the way in a vampire but don’t worry I won’t hurt you. I only bite if you ask.”

You rolled your eyes.

“That party…?” Lestrade asked.

“Vampires. Including the one you arrested don’t worry he won’t be an issue.”

Lestrade said nothing as he slowly sat down and the rest of the night was Sherlock asked you questions while Lestrade and John just stared at you.

Night turned into Morning, and Sherlock was still asking you questions while you laid on the sofa.

“Mycrofts here.” You said.

The door opened and Mycroft looked at you.

“You told them?”

“They found out.”

Mycroft looked around the room, John and Lestrade sleeping, Sherlock staring at you.

“They’ve been throwing things at you.”

“I mean it’s better then trying to kill me I suppose.”

“Mycroft knows?” John yawned.

You nodded.

“Yeah, his team was doing some undercover work, happened to walk into a church my lot were camping at. A messy ordeal really, asked me to work with him he’d leave us all alone.”

You sat up to let the older Holmes sit down and you stood up and stretched, only to double over when a cook collided with your stomach.

“Jesus Lestrade what the hell?” You mumbled.

“Sorry! I panicked!”

Looked at him, you stepped over the table and leant over making him lean back.

Reaching out, you pat his cheek.

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t hurt you.”

With that you walked to the kitchen to look for something to eat while they spoke about the new information they had found out.

“Do you kill people?!” Sherlock yelled.

“No!”

“Well how do you live then?” John asked.

“Food like you do? Water? Sometimes Mycroft sends me care packages but only if I’m really hurt.”

You walked back in eating some chocolate and leant against the door.

“You get hurt?” Lestrade asked shocked.

“Well yeah. I mean I heal faster yes. But I can still get hurt, but only three things can actually kill me.”

“Stab in the heart, remove the head…” Sherlock mumbled.

You all turned to Sherlock and he stood up, slowly walking over with his hand behind his back and he stood in front of you.

Showing his hand, he showed a small bit of paper on fire and you yelped, ducking under his arm you jumped over John and pulled Lestrade up in front of you.

“I’m not a shield!”

“Hey you’ll survive a little burn, I might not.”

Lestrade reached behind him, lightly patting your arm.

“Sherlock.” He warned.

Sherlock walked over and Lestrade slapped the paper out of his hand, stomping it out and you sighed, slinging your arm around his shoulder.

“Thanks.”

“Big bad vampire scared by some fire.” John chuckled.

You rolled your eyes and walked over, sitting on the arm of his chair as you placed your hand on his head.

“Big bad vampire will still hang you upside down by your legs.”

“No you wouldn’t.”

“Yeah you’re right.”

Sherlock walked back over and sat on his chair and you just beamed brightly at him.

At least they knew who you really were now, and you knew that they were going to keep testing your limits to see what you could really do

[multiplicationdivision]

Pairing Up

Chapter 1: The Beginning

A drunk college kid fumbled with his key in the darkness, struggling to get into his old countryside rental.

He could hear his friend’s truck rush away, headlights already distant, leaving no light to give him any clues of where his front door exactly was. A stray thread of logic fought through the mixture of alcohol and weed filling his brain, suggesting his phone.

It was a thought immediately pushed aside. Both of his hands were full, some heavy mass in plastic in one whilst the other wilding jabbed at the door, hoping dumb luck would eventually strike.

His brain was already struggling to comprehend his current position in time and space, memory stuttering to place his timeline up to this point. The door denied him, the key making a tearing sound as he scrapped it against the cheap paint, searching mindlessly for the keyhole.

He stunk, but not like he should’ve. It was there under the nausea inducing reek, the familiar scent of vodka and marijuana ghosting his long night. The disgusting scent was new, like pond scum or seaweed muck. He couldn’t remember its origin, probably a wild story he’d hear later about his own antics. Maybe he jumped in a sewer or something else impulsive or stupid.

He’d done worse under less.

Finally, the key jammed into place, the door creaking open with some effort. It gave way to Cole’s home, worn and dimly lit. A stray lamp in the back giving off its dim flickering light, something drunk Cole was ever thankful for sober Cole for forgetting to turn off. Allowed him to skip the attempts at finding the light switch in the absolute darkness, the blasted thing being awkwardly placed somewhere on a distant wall, mis-planned like most things in the house.

It was deeply worn down, outside and in. But these nights he was thankful he’d found it, avoiding being a nuisance to some poor roommate as he barged in at 3:00 AM every other weekend, shitfaced and loudly confused. The heavy scars left by this trend on the front door also left him thankful that there was barely a safety deposit to lose on the rundown house. The gashes left by the frantic drunken jabbing of the key were barely indistinguishable from the warped wood.

He stumbled into his humble abode, his shoes slick on the linoleum. His red vans having become grey with miscellaneous that also climbed up his joggers, staining their brown into a sickly green. Even his black shirt seemed irreparably caked in it, the ooze bleeding over the black with a rainbow of moldy colors.

He’d liked this outfit, but he could cry about that later. At the moment though, the shower beaconed him. He dropped the mass he’d been holding, hearing it softly plop by the door as he kicked off his shoes and smartly stripped before getting anywhere near his carpet. The collection of soiled clothes wetly dropped on the tiles, far from anything they could corrupt.

Everything was thankfully compact in this house, and the shower was a merciful couple steps away. It turned on with a groan, the water quickly sobering him up with inconsistent pressure and wildly varying temperatures. It was familiarly shitty, functional enough. The rest of the house was the same, everything patched together with cheap Youtube guided repairs. A fixer upper left to one busy twenty something, whose weekends were mostly dedicated to going out on Saturday and having a hangover on Sunday.

Didn’t leave much time to mess with plumbing, alongside work and school.

He tiredly toweled off as the shower head sputtered whatever water was left in its system. Sober Cole could deal with that tomorrow.

He probably wouldn’t though.

It was his fatal flaw, putting things off for later and never doing them. A classic move, one he deeply despised in this moment, realizing his last clean outfit had been the one that was probably dissolving on the floor by the door, possibly melting some of the tile along with it.

He crouched up next to it after quickly brushing his teeth, his wet curls dripping more water in the puddle of scum on the floor. Its smell seemed to worsen as time went on, curdling in on itself. Made Cole feel sympathy for poor Mason who’d been the designated driver for their sorry crew. Probably left another permanent mark on the rusty truck’s seats.

He would’ve felt actual guilt for not just walking home in his filth, but Mason was convincing in his attractiveness and amazing hair. Also judging from the guy’s constant apologies during the drive, he was probably the cause of this shit getting all over him.

Cole grieved for the outfit, debating on whether he could risk going outside stark naked just to throw this biohazard in the can. He’d liked those shoes, something he remembered drunkenly complaining to Mason as the guy tried to placate him.

Cole remembered them stopping for something shortly after that, the stuffed plastic bag drawing his attention away from the pile that he’d started to prod with a pencil.

The logo returned some of his memories, him lazily walking into a dim store behind a guilty Mason, the man promising things that Cole had just nodded to in response, trying to give the impression of him understanding the guy’s ramblings.

Studying it now, it was absolutely stuffed with clothes, more than a single outfit in mass. Fabric and packages pushed until the plastic was fit to burst apart, especially with the outline of shoes stretching out the bottom.

Sober-Cole would definitely bring this up with Mason later, another conversation among many of his habit for overcompensating. Right now, he didn’t care, and just smiled to himself as he dug out the clothes that Mason had picked out between babying his drunk ass.

God that guy was cute.

The bag exploded safely away from the puddled mess, clothes falling out as the bag indeed burst, leaving Cole with a mess of clothes that seemed to be entirely suited towards the clothes Mason kept bugging him to buy for work. Whilst he would typically roll his eyes at the shit the guy loved, his drug ridden brain instead was happy to wear a Mason recommended pair of brown overalls with a new simple black long sleeve shirt, over the underwear that the man had also interestingly added. The guy really accounted for everything.

Or just knew Cole too well. Again, his laundry pile a room away seemed to mock him, holding literally all his clothes in its large domain.

A package of socks lay down beneath the explosion, resting atop the new pair of black high-top converse that were the first shoes Cole didn’t almost throw up on. A fuzzy memory of the store came back to him, Mason standing in front of the clearance section holding the socks as if studying it. He’d seemed confused by the packaging, shrugging before handing it to Cole as he tried to ask his opinion. Cole had just nodded as he was distracted by the man’s amazing eyebrows and Mason had moved on.

Now he sort of understood the sentiment, the package chaotic and colorful for what seemed to be a normal variety pack of socks. It was covered in a mess of indistinct writing, half faded or smudged, stray rainbows of color bleeding into each other with graphics that seemed to attempt to demonstrate the action of putting a sock on one’s foot.

Strangest was the art on the front, two identically drawn figures held close together. The colors all seemed to converge on their monochromatic bodies, traveling down towards their feet where they differed in their separate footwear, each having a single identical sock and a single shoe on opposite feet, a sneaker on one and boot on another. It was all tied together with the only legible writing, written in 90’s graphical font screaming the “DOUBLE VALUE” of it.

Weird.

But probably just some shit that had been stuck in clearance for far far too long.

The cardboard was easily torn apart, its pieces falling flat on the floor as Cole pulled out a pair of white crew socks, their color almost luminescent despite their assumed age. At their top, two red stripes shone somehow brighter in cleanness than even the white, making his eyes reflexively squint when it caught the light.

To the touch the fabric seemed almost impossibly soft and warm, a siren call for his very cold post-shower feet. Slipping them on felt right, comfortable fabric like a second skin, fitting with a perfect tightness.

Getting up he glanced at the mirror sat leaning against the tiny hallway, looking at the image of him, damp hair and a pretty nice outfit, a stinking pile of waterborne disease leaking next to him. The image of the sock packaging still visible below him, next to his still unworn converse.

A very unsober thought traveled like molasses through his head, the packaging’s art in his mind’s eye as he looked at himself.

Wouldn’t it be funny if he tried to mimic the art, then send that to Mason. He had his number and it would be like an inside joke. Mason had seemed intrigued by the packaging. Cole’s high brain said he looked attractive right now and Mason could stand to see that.

As like thanks or something…

Logically speaking that was strange and impossible. The art was of two people, wearing separate shit, but Cole’s brain opposite logic-ed that he could just wear two different shoes. It would make no sense to a normal fucking person but Cole wasn’t thinking that right now. In his head this would look hilarious and attractive and maybe he could kiss that hot face by sending the guy cute pictures at 4 am.

Something in the back of his mind demanded he do it, gently fitting a compulsion through his empty alcohol laced brain.

It was a fantastic and well-reasoned plan.

He stole the left of the pair of converses before snatching up one of his steel toed work boots from hall, his body on autopilot as shoved his feet in the two, robotically tying them both up. He felt a twinge of off-ness in the action, his motions unusually fluid despite his still lingering cross-fadedness. It was ignored in the face of the building sense of satisfaction at the sight of his reflection, a feeling of perfect anticipation, like the moment before you finally push the first domino over or the second before the rollercoaster falls.

He stood there, looking at the mirror at his sort of off-balance stance, his worn boots with a slightly higher sole than the flat converse. It added to the feeling of him on the precipice, staring off as if expecting something to happen before his small list of things to do once more fought their way back into focus.

He grinned as he swiftly snapped a picture of his reflection and sent it to Mason, before shifting his fuzzy mind back to the garbage. His cleaning supplies were haphazardly scattered on his kitchen counter, a place that he felt made them easiest to find. He was absolutely right, clumsily picking out some gloves and a trash bag to contain the festering rags, sloppily wiping up the leftover liquid with a towel that he chose to throw in with the rest of it.

The clean up was done on autopilot though. The strange feeling remained, distracting as it steadily rose more and more.

It felt tensely uncomfortable, winding up in a way that pressed on his brain. Like he was stretching a rubber band more and more, waiting till it would randomly snap.

As he lugged the tightly tied trash bag to his garbage can, it continued to rise. It was almost indescribable, whispering a promise of perfect release through his skull at every movement. A tingling in his arms and legs like the kind you’d get after a good workout, aching yet somehow pleasant.

He’d had to take a short rest leaning on the trashcan as the sensation grew. It filled him, his body feeling heavy and clumsy, thoughts difficult to form as his nerves raced.

Was this his high? He’d never had something like this, even with his quite heavy “experimentation”. It all felt too potent of an effect, especially for what he knew his friends could get. It felt solid and real, far removed from the distant trips that his most illegal shit would give.

If this was from the weed he’d taken hours ago, it was a strain he needed again. The euphoria of it drowning any nastiness he’d felt minutes ago, stripping away the nausea born of the alcohol and scummy clothing.

He stumbled back inside, barely managing to tear off gloves that felt far too small and awkward now, resisting him as their rubber stretched unnaturally. They tumbled to the floor in his hallway, lit up in a way that was definitely impossible. It seemed to emanate from somewhere near him, but it definitely could not be from the shattered hall light.

He couldn’t find it in himself to question it when he could barely stand, working his way to his bedroom as his thoughts repeated and echoed in his head.

Taking off his shoes was forgotten as he collapsed on his covers, the feeling of stretching overpoweringly good as he squirmed to relieve or increase it. He couldn’t tell which one he wanted more.

The sensation peaked, his brain overloading with loud thoughts, straying and merging and parting in ways he’d never felt, rising tension that felt better than sex ever had. It was the feeling of anticipation that had risen before but now promised to finally finally drop, sending the dominos to topple and the roller-coaster speeding down in a moment of true catharsis.

It came like a crashing wave over his body, a feeling of relief that beat any orgasm he’d ever had, combining the feeling of release with another of closeness. In fact, he was pretty sure he’d come during it, his boxer slightly wet under his overalls.

Cole closed his eyes and relaxed better than he had in years, his mind quickly plummeting into unconsciousness as he cuddled, his arm wrapped securely over something. Comfortable and perfect, like matching puzzle pieces.

Two identical bodies, tangled around each other, differing only in their mismatched shoes.

[loomiseater]

Fifty Shades

Hey everyone! This is a look at the first chapter of my new Christian Grey book! I just started writing yesterday so I'm only on chapter 3. I'll upload the book whenever I fully finish writing it. I plan on doing 3 books just like the films. I'll upload it daily to my Wattpad and Tumblr whenever I finish writing. ALSO! This is a Christian Grey x Black!fem!reader, but you can still ofc read this book if you're not Black. I've never seen any Christian Grey BWWM fics so I decided to write my own. I really hope you all enjoy this! Lmk what y'all think!!

🩶Y/n's Pov🩶

It was around 7:00 AM when I woke up. I was supposed to be job hunting since I recently dropped out of college, and since then, my parents stopped giving me money. I dropped out because I want to do something I love in life, which is acting of course. But I need to be realistic, I need a stable income since my parents weren't providing for me anymore, and I need the money for acting classes.

My parents weren't rich or anything, but their income was stable and they were well off. I'm the fourth kid out of five siblings. My oldest brother, Ryan, is 30 years old; he's in the Navy, currently on duty. I miss him, I haven't seen him for six months. My big sister, Nyla, is 28 years old. We're not on speaking terms right now. We haven't spoken in two months, two months ago I found out her husband was abusing her.

I confronted her about it and tried to offer her help but she didn't want it. You can't help someone who doesn't want help, and ever since, she hasn't spoken to me, I've tried reaching out but she just ignores me. Theres only so much I can do.

My other brother, Miles, 26 years old, is a firefighter. He's not around that much, not because of any drama or anything, but because being a first responder takes up a lot of your time. Then next of course is me. 19 years old and now a college drop out. After me is my baby sister, Aniyah, who's fourteen years old. She just started her freshman year of high school.

I totally forgot I was supposed to be taking a break from job hunting today, my best friend Aaliyah is currently sick so I'm supposed to be interviewing some man for her. Aaliyah works for our local journalists company. And I'm currently sharing a two bedroom apartment with her until I can afford to live on my own.

I stared at the wall for a couple of minutes until I finally got up and started my day. I brushed my teeth, then got in the shower and washed my face while I was in there, it's more convenient. I got out and dried myself off, now putting on some coconut oil, then going in with some vanilla lotion.

I wanted to go with a professional look today so whoever I was interviewing would take me seriously. Aaliyah would not tell me who the man was, she says I'll gasp when I see him though. I highly doubt it.

I decided to go with some basic colors for my outfit since this is a business setting. I may be a broke bitch right now, but my outfits are still gonna eat. I placed in some earrings, sprayed some perfume, and walked into the living room.

Aaliyah was sitting on the couch with some Ginger Ale and Saltine crackers.

"You feeling any better?" I asked as she threw her head back. "No! My stomach is killing me!" She groaned. "Aww, I'm sorry, babes." I frowned at her current mood. She's been like this for the past 2 days.

"Hey, take my car today." She offered but I kindly rejected. "Take it! I'm not gonna tell you again!" She stated. She sounds just like my mom. "Okay! I'll take it." I said as I took her keys off the table. I was at the door about to open it until she spoke up again. "Do you remember where to go, Y/n?" She asked as I rolled my eyes. "It's the 21st century, Aaliyah, I have a gps." I smartly said as she threw a cracker at me.

She missed as I laughed at her and headed out the door.

I pulled up to a building called "Grey House" it had a sleek modern design and was really tall. It looks expensive. I checked in with the woman at the front desk. I had to look at the paper that Aaliyah handed me for the name of the man I was interviewing. "Um- I'm supposed to be interviewing Christian Grey." I said as I looked at the name again making sure that it was right.

She smiled and kindly told me the room number and floor. When I made it to floor twenty, I was greeted by two women who offered to take my purse and was bringing me to Mr. Grey's office. I followed the blonde women down the hallway as I admired the look inside. The floor was white marble, their were glass doors and windows everywhere, along with paintings.

"Right this way." The blonde announced as we stood in front of two double doors. The doors were wide and long with two cylinder handles. I haven't even met this man yet but I for some reason feel nervous all ready. I opened the door, not even noticing the extra step. In result I tripped into the room. "Ounch!"

I fell on my wrists. As I looked up, I saw a man turned around looking out into the window with a gray suit on. His office was massive. I was still on the floor as he turned around and started walking towards me. "Ms. Robins." He stated. I guess he thought I was Aaliyah.

His long legs strutted over to me, he looks so powerful, and rich. "Are you alright?" His questioned with a look of concern as he helped me up. I nodded my head before shook my hand. I finally got a good look at him and thats when I realized who he was. I held in my gasp but my eyes widened. He was that billionaire. He's one of the richest men on earth.

I guess he took notice to my widened eyes. He chuckled a bit before greeting me. "Christian Grey."

"Y/n Walker." I greeted back.

I couldn't read his face, it was like a mix of amusement and curiosity. "Um, Ms. Robins has the flu, so she asked me to fill in." I say as I realize he was probably wondering who I was since I'm not Aaliyah. "So I see." He started off. "So, you're studying journalism as well?" He finished as I shook my head no.

"No- I-um recently dropped out of college." My voice was hesitant, to be honest I was kinda embarrassed. I quickly changed the subject back to Aaliyah. "I'm Aaliyah's friend, she's sick right now so I'll be taking over the interview."

Mr. Grey looked passed me and nodded his head before walking back to his desk. "As I said, I only have ten minutes." That was kind of rude. I rolled my eyes, thinking he didn't notice but he did. He tilted his head, amused at the fact that I would even do that.

I hurried and sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. I began to look down at the journal, reading through some of the notes. I mentally picked one of the questions and turned on my recorder. I looked up and Mr. Grey had this cold look, he looked annoyed almost, like he didn't wanna be here. It was making me feel nervous and a bit self conscious.

It was silent for a bit until he stood up and walked over to me, handing me a pencil that had his name on it for some reason. He sighed before resting on the front of his desk. "Ready?" I asked with smile. "Whenever you are." He replied. I smiled again before looking down at the notebook.

"Um-okay. So this is for the special graduation issue on the student newspaper." I explained. "Yes, I'm giving the commencement address at this year's ceremony." He answered. I was actually surprised, this is a man who usually keeps to himself. "You are?" I asked just to make sure I heard right.

He looked liked he was offended by my question so I quickly back tracked. I was trying to look for words to say but I couldn't really think of any. "I mean, um..I know." I softly said. I then looked back down at my paper seeing what else I can ask him. The room was filled with awkward silence until I spoke up.

"You are very young to have amassed such an empire. To what do you owe-" before I could even finish reading the question, he cut me off. "-To what do I owe my success?" He said with an attitude. I looked back down at the paper before answering "Yep.." I awkwardly said.

"Seriously?" He scoffed.

"Yes.." I frowned. "Business is about people." He started off as he walked back to the other side of his desk. "And I've always been good at people. What motivates them, what incentivizes them, what inspires them." He finished. I gave him an apologetic look before speaking up. "No offense, sir, but maybe you're just lucky." I stated. "Excuse me?" I'm assuming no one has ever spoken to him like that.

For some reason he had a smile on his face. "I've always found that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have." He said. He stared at me for a bit before he started talking again. "The key to my success has been in identifying talented individuals and harnessing their efforts."

"So you're a control freak." I mumbled lowly just enough for me to hear but apparently he heard it too. "Oh, I exercise control in all things, Ms. Walker." He smirked. I softly laughed at statement before looking back down at my paper. His smirk turned me on, my whole body started feeling hot.

"Do you have any interests outside of work?" I read. "I enjoy various physical pursuits." He said with that same exact smirk again. I licked my lips before looking back down at the paper. I wasn't even paying that much attention to the words, more so just saying them out loud.

"You're unmarried-oh, you were adopted at age four!" I said with shock. I was starting to become more interested.

"Thats a matter of public records." He coldly said. I immediately put my head down not wanting to be in his view, but he ended up sitting down next to me in the other chair. He tilted my chin up with his finger as he looked into my eyes. His icy blue eyes were so beautiful, just like the ocean.

"Why don't you ask me something that you want to know?" He asked before taking his hand away from my chin. My breathing was shallow from his touch, his fingers were smooth, yet rough. I cleared my throat before answering. "Earlier, you said that there are some people who know you well..but I get the feeling that, that's not true?" I sincerely asked.

The room went silent, he was thinking about what to say, no one has ever asked him that deep of a question. Most interviewers just ask him stuff like "How does it feel to be one of the richest men alive", "When are you getting married?", or "How much do you spend in a day?"

Before he could answer my question, the blonde from earlier poked into the room. "Mr. Grey, your next meeting is in the conference room." She announced. "Cancel, please. Me and Y/n are not finished here." He says, not even looking at her, his attention was fully focused on me. My heart started beating faster, that was all the questions I have for him. "Yes sir." The blonde responded.

"Oh- sir, thats all the que-" "I would like to know more about you." He stated. His eyes were filed with curiosity, waiting for me to answer. "There's really not much to know about me." I shyly said. And I was right. I'm only nineteen, I haven't really even been through life yet.

"You said you were a college drop out?" Even though he's correct, I did say that and it did happen, it still felt like a stab to the chest anytime someone says it out loud. "Yes." I pressed my lips together to stop myself from frowning. "Why?" He asked. I lifted my head back up at him to see his head tilted, waiting for me to answer. "What do you mean?"

"Why did you drop out? Money problems? You're parents?" He questioned. "I want to be an actress. It's my dream." I smiled. "What made you fall in love with film?" He asked as he leaned closer into me. I was starting to get nervous from how close he is but I nonetheless answered his question.

"When I was a little girl, my dad would take me to almost every new movie that came out." I started off, thinking about all those soft memories. "Film is something we bonded over, then middle school I joined drama, but I haven't done anything theater wise since senior year of high school." I smiled.

He look intrigued by my answer. "How old are you, Y/n?" He asked as he squinted his eyes. "I'm nineteen, sir. You?" He seemed surprised by my answer. "Why that face?" I asked as he shook his head. "Nothing, you just look really young." He answered. "Thank you?" I didn't know if it was a compliment or not. "You didn't my first question, how old are you, Mr. Grey?" I asked again. "Twenty-seven" he stated. I squeezed my legs, older men are just so much hotter for some reason. I guess he saw my legs squeeze together, he stared at my thighs for a while before speaking up.

"If you're looking to make some extra money, I have a personal assistant job opening." He offered. I softly laughed before speaking up. "I don't think I would be the right person for that job." "I think you'd be perfect for it." He said back as he rubbed my thigh some. I was officially turned on now. I stood up before things could go any further.

"Um- Thats all the questions I have for you." I said as I was now walking out the door. The blonde woman from earlier handed me my purse back as I thanked her. "I hope you got everything you needed." Mr. Grey said as we were now by the elevator. "I did. Thank you, Mr. Grey." I thanked as he shook his head. "Christian." I smiled and pressed the button for the elevator as he tuned me around by my waist.

"In case you rethink about the personal assistant position." He said before he handed me his business card. I took the card from him and thanked him whilst walking into the elevator.

"Goodbye, Christian."

"Goodbye, Y/n."

[akehoshimystar]

Riku SR

Nadeshiko Break

Part 1

Ito: (I'll match this bouquet with this frame...)

I moved to the center of the floor and looked at the frames I had just put up on the wall at the back of the venue.

Ito: (It doesn't seem to be tilted. The balance from all angles is... Yeah, perfect.)

(As for the rest….)

Comparing the interior blueprint with the current decoration, I checked again and again to see if everything is going as planned and if there's anything missing.

???: Working hard, huh?

Ito: Eh? Ah... Hello!

I turned to that voice and saw Riku-san newly dressed in the outfit for this event.

Ito: I see that you’ve changed.

Riku: Yup. Not too shabby, aren’t I? ……Well, let's put that aside for now.

Here you go. This is from the customer over there.

And with that, he handed me a small tray with some hot tea and individually wrapped cookies on it. Following Riku-san’s gaze, there was Mao-san who’s also wearing the outfit for the event.

Mao: It was, in fact, Riku-san himself who prepared it.

Riku: Wasn’t it Mao who suggested bringing something to Ito at the convenience store?

Mao: “If we don't make her take a break, she'll forget to catch a break and keep on exhausting herself”. I recall it was you who said that line.

Ito: (I see... What's on this tray is their kindness.)

Just noticing that warmed my heart.

Ito: Thank you.

Even so…... I must have looked so desperate that it worried you...

Riku: What are you talking about? It's great to be passionate about something.

Mao: Did the pressure of your first event get to you?

Ito: Well... I don’t think I can deny that.

(There is no doubt that I have been nervous ever since the project was launched.)

Riku: Everything is a trial and error process at the beginning. It's inevitable to get nervous.

But if you don't take a break from time to time, you might run out of energy before the real thing.

Ito: If that happens, it'll be all for nothing.

Let me express my gratitude for your kindness.

Riku: It’s nice that you’re honest.

Part 2

Ito: (Yup, my energy is all charged now.)

As I stretched, the energy I replenished spread to every corner of my body. After enjoying the break that Riku-san and Mao-san had given me, I continued to check the venue.

Ito: (I think I've already finished most of what I can do today)

I was momentarily relieved that things were going well, but I stopped when I noticed a small anomaly in the flower decoration in one corner.

Ito: (This one... It’s missing a petal)

Mao: Oh, I knew you would notice that.

Ito: Eh?

Mao-san, who somehow ended up next to me, did a small shrug and smiled.

Mao: I'm impressed that you spotted it.

Ito: It may be hard to tell, but I still want to do something about it...

Mao: Yeah. I thought you'd say that.

Ito: Maybe there's a spare, I'll go check.

Mao: Oh, wait a sec.

Ito: Yes?

Mao: From that customer over there.

With his neatly aligned fingers, Mao-san respectfully pointed in the direction where Riku-san came carrying a single flower.

Ito: Could that be...?

Riku: I found the missing flower when I was walking around the venue earlier. I already prepared a replacement.

As Riku-san explained, he quickly replaced the missing flower with a new one.

Ito: Wow... Simply perfect.

Mao: I expect nothing less from Riku-san. 

Riku: Wasn’t it Mao who told me where to prepare that?

Hmm? What is it, Ito? I'll get the wrong idea if you keep staring at me like that. 

Ito: Well, how should I put it...

The way you two behaved was so smart and cool that I couldn't take my eyes off you.

This is a perfect example of how to work.

Riku: Is it just me or does it feel like you’re emphasizing the fact that it's work-related?

Mao: Don't worry, Riku-san. it’s not just your imagination.

Ito: Ahaha. I need to work harder to be able to ease up and work smartly like both of you.

Oh, it may be a bit late to say this, but Riku-san, Mao-san….

You two look so good in that getup.

Mao: Thank you.

Riku: If Ito butters me up like that, maybe I’ll wear it outside of the event as well.

Mao: Sure, sure.

Riku: Now then, let's push ourselves a little more to make Ito's first event a success.

Ito: Yes! Thank you very much.

Surrounded by the smiles and encouragement of Riku-san’s and Mao-san’s…. I felt that the stiffness from my shoulders had been lifted.

[rareklub]

How to Pack for Adventure or Luxury Without Overthinking It

Plenty of research stresses the benefits of travel for your well-being, but less attention is given to the element of packing the right items. For many, deciding what to pack is one of the hardest parts of travel. This becomes even trickier when you’re juggling trends, comfort, and practicality.

The shoes to take or how to fit everything into a cabin carry-on can feel overwhelming, especially if you’re a minimalist or traveling light. What you pack for a five-day luxury getaway looks very different from prepping for a three-week backpacking trek. Let’s break it down for both ends of the travel spectrum.

Adventure Travel: Keep It Light and Practical

When you’re headed for an adventure, you need efficiency. You’ll face unpredictable weather, lots of movement, and limited space for extras. Use these tips to pack wisely:

Choose a Sturdy Bag

A durable, lightweight backpack is essential. A 50–65L bag works for longer trips, while a smaller 20–30L daypack is perfect for shorter hikes or essentials. Look for water-resistant options with multiple compartments to stay organized.

Pack Layers

Adventure destinations often come with unpredictable climates. Pack clothing you can layer, such as moisture-wicking shirts, insulating mid-layers, and a waterproof jacket. Quick-dry pants and a lightweight fleece jacket can handle most situations. Pack minimally — less is always better.

Pick the Right Shoes

Shoes are critical. Sturdy, waterproof hiking boots are essential for trails, while lightweight sandals work well for relaxing or crossing streams. Stick to two pairs to keep your load manageable.

Stay Organized

Use packing cubes to keep everything in order. Group clothing, toiletries, and gear into separate sections. Compression sacks are perfect for bulky items like sleeping bags.

Carry Essential Gear

Bring a headlamp, reusable water bottle, compact first-aid kit, and trekking poles if needed. If you’re camping, include a lightweight tent and sleeping bag. Always check airline rules for restricted items like fuel canisters.

Simplify Toiletries

Stick to travel-sized essentials — biodegradable soap, sunscreen, and a quick-dry towel. Adventure travel is about function, so avoid bringing extras you won’t use.

Luxury Travel: Pack Thoughtful and Elegant

Luxury travel is about comfort and sophistication. Packing smartly ensures you’re ready for upscale settings and impromptu plans without overloading your suitcase. Here’s how to prepare:

Know the Dress Codes

Research your destination’s expectations for attire, especially for high-end restaurants or events. Being prepared helps avoid awkward situations or last-minute shopping.

Plan Your Outfits

Think about your itinerary and pack versatile pieces. Neutral tones and classic styles work best. For women, dresses that transition from day to night are invaluable. For men, tailored shirts and trousers are must-haves.

Stick to Timeless Items

Pack a few staples like a sleek black dress, tailored pants, or a classic blazer. These pieces work for almost any occasion and always look polished.

Limit Accessories

Keep it simple. A statement necklace, elegant watch, or scarf can elevate your look without taking up much space. Overpacking accessories adds unnecessary bulk.

Sensible Shoes

Limit yourself to three pairs: comfortable flats or loafers for exploring, stylish shoes for evenings, and casual sneakers for downtime. Avoid packing “just in case” extras.

Light Toiletries

Many luxury hotels provide premium toiletries, so you only need your skincare basics. Use a compact travel pouch to stay organized.

Pack a Smart Carry-On

Your carry-on should include essentials like travel documents, medications, a shawl, and an eye mask. A spare outfit can save the day if your luggage is delayed.

Two Journeys, One Question: The Difference in Approach

While these two styles of travel are vastly different, they share the need for thoughtful packing. Here’s a quick comparison:

Bags: Backpacks suit adventures, while structured luggage fits luxury trips.

Clothing: Adventure gear focuses on function, and luxury outfits prioritize elegance.

Shoes: Hiking boots vs. stylish footwear.

Extras: Gear for adventurers, refined accessories for luxury travelers.

Timeless Tips for Any Trip

Check the Weather: Always know the forecast before you pack.

Pack Light: Overpacking adds unnecessary stress. Stick to essentials.

Choose Multipurpose Items: Clothing and gear that serve multiple purposes save space.

Prepare for Delays: Keep essentials like medications and chargers in your carry-on.

Label Your Bags: Prevent mix-ups with clear, sturdy luggage tags.

Cruising under sparkling chandeliers, hiking rugged trails, or enjoying elegant city dinners — wherever your travels take you, the right bag sets the tone. Come shop at Rare Klub — where practicality blends with effortless elegance no matter where your journey takes you.

[taangerinetiger82]

Floral Dresses: Your Perfect Companion for Every Occasion

When it comes to versatile and timeless fashion, nothing beats the charm of a floral dress. Perfectly blending elegance and comfort, floral dresses are a wardrobe must-have for every woman. Whether you are planning a beach getaway, brunch with friends, or a formal event, a floral dress can elevate your style effortlessly.

At Taangerine Tiger, we offer an exquisite range of floral dresses that cater to every taste and occasion. Let’s dive into why floral dresses are the ultimate choice and explore some styling tips to make you shine.

Why Choose a Floral Dress?

Versatility for Every Occasion Floral dresses come in various styles, from casual summer dresses to elegant evening wear. Whether you’re heading to a wedding or a casual brunch, a floral dress can adapt to the mood effortlessly.

Seasonal Appeal Florals are synonymous with spring and summer, but with the right styling, they can also be worn year-round. Pair your floral linen maxi dress with a cozy cardigan in winter or keep it breezy with sandals in summer.

Endless Variety From bold prints to delicate patterns, floral dresses offer an endless array of choices. Choose a long linen dress for a sophisticated look or opt for a short beach dress for women to keep things playful.

Comfort Meets Style Made with breathable fabrics like linen, floral dresses ensure you stay comfortable without compromising on style. Our collection includes linen shorts, linen jumpsuits for women, and more to keep you chic and relaxed.

Types of Floral Dresses You’ll Love

1. Linen Maxi Dress

Perfect for brunches or casual outings, a linen maxi dress combines comfort with an effortless elegance. Its airy fabric and flattering silhouette make it ideal for warm days.

2. Beach Dresses for Women

A floral beach dress is your best friend for seaside adventures. Pair it with a straw hat and sunglasses for that quintessential vacation look.

3. Wedding Guest Dress

Stand out at weddings with our collection of floral wedding guest dresses. Opt for intricate flower prints on luxurious fabrics to exude sophistication.

4. Floral Jumpsuits

For those who love experimenting, a floral linen jumpsuit is a chic alternative to dresses. Comfortable and stylish, it’s a great option for both casual and semi-formal occasions.

5. Crop Tops and Linen Shorts

If you’re looking to mix and match, try our flower-print crop tops paired with linen shorts. This combo is perfect for a casual day out or a beachside lunch.

Styling Tips for Floral Dresses

Accessorize Thoughtfully Add statement earrings or a delicate necklace to complement your floral dress. For a laid-back look, keep accessories minimal.

Layer Smartly Pair your long linen dress with a denim jacket for a casual vibe or a tailored blazer for a formal touch. Layering adds depth to your outfit and keeps you cozy when temperatures drop.

Choose the Right Footwear Sandals and wedges are perfect for summer dresses, while ankle boots add an edgy twist to floral outfits in cooler weather.

Play with Colors Highlight the colors in your floral dress by coordinating your accessories and footwear. Neutral tones work well for a balanced look, while bold hues can make a statement.

Why Shop at Taangerine Tiger?

At Taangerine Tiger, we pride ourselves on offering high-quality, stylish dresses that suit every occasion and personality. Our collection features a wide range of floral designs, from summer dresses online to elegant linen maxi dresses. Here’s what sets us apart:

Premium Fabrics: We use the finest materials like linen to ensure comfort and durability.

Unique Designs: Our floral patterns are curated to reflect timeless elegance and modern trends.

Inclusive Sizes: We believe fashion is for everyone, which is why we offer a variety of sizes to cater to all body types.

Convenient Shopping: Browse our summer dresses online and enjoy a seamless shopping experience from the comfort of your home.

The Perfect Fit for Every Woman

Whether you’re petite, tall, or somewhere in between, we have something for everyone. Our floral dresses are designed to flatter different body shapes and sizes, helping you look and feel your best.

From brunch dresses to beach dresses for women, our collection ensures you’re always dressed to impress. Explore our range and let your outfit speak for itself.

Shop Now and Elevate Your Wardrobe!

Don’t wait to own the perfect floral dress. Visit Taangerine Tiger today and explore our exclusive collection of floral dresses, linen jumpsuits, and more.

Shop Floral Dresses Now

[kanikablogsworld]

How to Style Comfy Clothes for Every Occasion

Comfy clothes are no longer just for lounging at home—they can be styled for almost any occasion with a little creativity. Whether you’re heading to work, meeting friends, or relaxing at home, here’s how to make your comfortable outfits look stylish and appropriate.

1. Casual Outings For errands or casual hangouts, pair joggers or leggings with a fitted top or oversized hoodie. Add sneakers and a crossbody bag to complete the relaxed yet trendy look. Layer with a denim jacket for added style. Comfy jumpsuits can be polished for casual outings.

2. Work or Office Settings Comfy clothes can be polished for professional settings. Choose tailored loungewear sets, wide-leg pants, or jumpsuits in neutral tones. Add structure with a blazer, and accessorize with loafers or ankle boots. Stick to simple jewelry for a refined appearance.

3. Date Nights or Dinner Plans Elevate your comfy outfits by mixing textures. Pair soft knitwear or a cozy sweater dress with thigh-high boots. Add a belt to define your waist and carry a clutch bag to complete the sophisticated vibe.

4. Travel-Friendly Looks For long journeys, opt for breathable fabrics like cotton or jersey. Pair stretchy pants with a relaxed-fit top and a lightweight cardigan or scarf. Comfortable sneakers and a spacious tote bag are travel essentials.

5. Relaxing at Home Even at home, comfy clothes can be chic. Choose matching loungewear sets or soft fabrics like fleece or cashmere. Add fluffy socks or slides for ultimate coziness.

Styling comfy clothes is all about balance. By incorporating the right accessories, layering smartly, and focusing on well-fitted pieces, you can make comfortable outfits work for any occasion. Comfort and style can go hand in hand, proving you don’t have to sacrifice one for the other.

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Planning a women-only trip is a fantastic way to bond, explore new destinations, and create unforgettable memories with your girl gang. Whether it's a weekend getaway or an international adventure, having a solid plan ensures everyone has a stress-free and enjoyable experience. Here are the best ways to organize a perfect women-only trip:

Choose the Right Destination: Pick a destination that suits the group’s interests. Whether it's a relaxing beach escape, a cultural city tour, or an adventurous trek, ensure the location offers something exciting for everyone. Safety and accessibility should also be top considerations.

Set a Budget: Establish a budget early on to avoid surprises. Discuss expenses like travel, accommodation, food, and activities so that everyone is on the same page. Look for group discounts to save on costs.

Plan Activities Together: Involve everyone in deciding the itinerary. Include a mix of relaxing and engaging activities to cater to varied preferences. Leave room for flexibility to accommodate spontaneous adventures.

Pack Smartly: Encourage everyone to pack light and focus on essentials. Share packing lists to avoid duplication, especially for shared items like toiletries or gadgets. Don’t forget travel-friendly outfits, comfortable shoes, and any specific gear required for planned activities.

Prioritize Safety: Research the destination thoroughly for women-friendly accommodations and safe transportation options. Share emergency contact details and stay connected with each other via group chats or travel apps.

Embrace Wellness: Include time for relaxation and self-care. Think spa treatments, yoga sessions, or simply enjoying nature to rejuvenate.

Capture the Moments: Assign someone to document the journey through photos and videos. These memories will be cherished long after the trip ends.

Stay Open-Minded: Respect individual preferences and opinions. Traveling with a group can be dynamic, so adaptability is key to maintaining harmony.

A women-only trip isn’t just about the destination; it’s about celebrating camaraderie, empowerment, and shared experiences. With thoughtful planning and a spirit of adventure, your trip is bound to be a remarkable experience!

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