#going to print this out and look at it every morning for a boost of serotonin

[seoulmatez]

𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝑒

memories of high school come flooding back when you happen upon a certain photo in suna's possession.

suna rintaro x reader ﾉ 1.7k wc ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ♡

When you get home from spending the day with Suna and are busy shedding yourself of your winter outerwear, you realize you brought something home that you shouldn’t have. You’re wearing a hoodie you didn’t put on this morning—one courtesy of Suna, one that he was surprisingly kind enough to lend you when he noticed your shivering and the goosebumps raised on your arms. You had every intention of returning it to him before you parted ways but it seems as though it slipped your mind and his. 

You dig through your bag in search of your phone, pulling out the device once you feel your fingers graze the case. It takes practically no time for you to find Suna’s contact—he’s the one person you call and text the most—and you click on the little phone icon to give him a call. One ring sounds before he answers.

“Miss me already?” His smooth voice crackles a bit over the line but it's his nevertheless.

You roll your eyes at his presumptuous greeting but you can’t stop your lips from pulling up in a smile. You’re just glad he can’t see you—he’d surely use your expression as evidence to back up his claim. “Give it a few more hours and maybe.”

“Liar,” he mumbles just loud enough for you to catch it. You can hear the pout in his voice.

You shake your head to stop yourself from laughing. Your feet begin to carry you from the doorway to your bedroom as you continue. “Look, I accidentally wore your hoodie home. Should I bring it back?”

His response comes quickly. “Nah, you can keep it.”

“As in you don’t want it back? At all?”

“It's yours.”

“Sunarin, your generosity today has been mind-boggling.” You plop down on your bed and hug one of the pillows to your chest. You’ve known Suna for a long time, long enough to know that he doesn’t usually let go of his things so easily. There’s no shortage of memories that you can recall of him being possessive of his belongings—his unwillingness to share his jelly candies, his reluctance to let you use his pokemon pillows during your sleepovers. 

You suppose his goodwill today can be viewed as a sign of progress. You’re grateful—you really were cold earlier. And, wearing his clothes while you aren’t in his presence makes you feel like he’s near. With a simple inhale, you can smell him on the fabric.

“Jeez,” Suna’s voice cuts through your thoughts, “it’s starting to sound like you want me to take it back.”

“No, no, I’ll happily take it off your hands.” You finally concede, but not without adding, “Thanks.”

The two of you chat for a little while longer before saying your goodbyes for the second time tonight. You plug up your phone and stand up, ready to wind down and start your nightly routine. Though, when you boost yourself up from the mattress, something falls from the pocket of your new hoodie.

A black leather rectangle. Suna’s wallet, you realize.

You don’t want to interrupt Suna again by calling so you simply pick up the wallet, unplug your phone, and snap a picture with it before sending it off. With the picture, a message reads: Pretty sure you want this back, yeah?

His reply comes almost immediately. Yah. Bring it tmrw.

Another message bubble quickly follows. Pls.

You assure him you will and wish him good night before setting your phone aside. You turn your attention to the wallet in your hands. It’s smooth against your skin but the corners look worn like he’s been using it for a while. You ponder the thought of getting him a new one as a gift as you fiddle with the leather. 

The wallet slips between your fingers with your careless movements and lands on your bed—open. You hadn’t intended to snoop, truly. Your first thought is to close it and put it on your nightstand but something catches your eye before you do so.

A printed picture peeks out from one of the pockets, its corners and edges just as worn as the wallet it’s tucked into. Most of the image is covered but enough is on display for you to make up the subject—it’s a person. And that person wears their hair almost exactly how you did in high school.

You quietly apologize to an unknowing Suna for invading his privacy as you pull the picture out from his wallet. The person doesn’t just happen to wear their hair like you—the person is you. You in your Inarizaki uniform, posing with a big smile and a peace sign in the gym.

Seeing the photo almost transports you back to that moment all those years ago. You sat in on the volleyball team’s practices a lot in high school, mostly because of Suna. As much as you were happy to support him, watching the same thing every day got boring after a while. This day in particular, you happened to have your camera with you and you made use of it by snapping pictures throughout their practice. 

A good number of them turned out incredibly blurry due to the motion—it’s not easy to get a good picture of a volleyball soaring through the air on a polaroid. Eventually, you ended up turning the camera around to take a selfie. By the time practice wrapped up and Suna joined you for your walk to the train station, you presented him with the product of your efforts while he was hard at work.

Giving the picture to him was meant to be a joke—you never would have imagined he’d keep it back then, much less continue to carry it with him years later. It makes you chuckle, both in amazement and embarrassment. You really thought this print would have ended up in the garbage or at least lost in a move.

Suna is full of surprises.

You should be getting ready for bed but this unintentional discovery has sparked some inspiration within you. You’ve gotten a new camera since then but it takes and prints pictures all the same. You reach over to your nightstand where you keep it and snatch up the device.

Instead of showering and going to sleep, you spend some time holding a solo photoshoot. Like when you were in high school, you snap picture after picture, striking all the poses you can fathom before you run out of film. Oddly enough, the one that turns out best is the one in which you’re replicating the pose from when you were a teenager—a big smile and peace sign.

The next day, with Suna’s wallet in your bag, you knock your knuckles against his front door. It’s almost silent on the other side of the door until you hear the sound of his slippers dragging along the floor as he approaches. With a click, the door unlocks and Suna appears before you.

“I’m here~” you announce yourself in a sing-songy voice as you reach into your bag. “And I’ve got your wallet.”

You hold out the leather rectangle to him. He accepts it and steps to the side to let you in. As you kick off your shoes in favor of a pair of slippers, you look over your shoulder to tell him, “Might wanna make sure everything’s in there. For all you know, I might have robbed you.”

His eyebrows pull together in what would look like a frown if his lips weren’t curled up in a grin. You watch as he opens the wallet and thumbs through the pockets, taking inventory of the few banknotes and important cards he stores in the pockets. His examination seems to be coming to a close when he suddenly notices something.

His thumb brushes over the corner of the photo—the new photo you were sure to tuck in there this morning. Suna has taken notice of something different about it, something that raises his alarm enough to pull the picture out. His eyes widen at the realization that it’s not the picture he’s known to be tucked away for the past several years. 

“I thought you could use an updated version,” you tell him, taking a seat on the couch. “But I never thought you’d actually keep that.”

He looks closely at the “updated version,” his light eyes scanning the picture. It’s incredibly similar to the one from high school—you look a little older, the setting is different and so are your clothes, but your smile hasn’t changed in the slightest. It’s almost as if he’s reliving the first time you gave him a polaroid like this—his heart thumps heavily against his ribs all the same, anyway. “Would have been pretty shitty of me to throw it away. Since it was a gift and all.”

You smile as Suna sits down next to you, carefully putting the new picture back in his wallet. “How long have you kept that in there?” you ask out of simple curiosity.

Suna shrugs, his tongue poking out to wet his lips. “A while, I guess.”

That’s not much of an answer, not one you were looking for, at least. “Fine.” You nudge him playfully with your shoulder. “Keep your secrets.”

He chuckles, seemingly happy that you choose not to press him on it. As welcome as the new picture is, a sense of unease still blankets over him. 

“Do you still have the other one?” Suna asks.

You tilt your head to the side. “Hm?”

He gestures to his wallet. “The picture—do you have the old one?”

“Oh.” You didn’t think he’d miss it now that he had a new one. But even with how old and somewhat embarrassing the picture was, you couldn’t find it in yourself to throw it away—especially not when Suna had been cherishing it for years. “Yeah, it’s back at my place. You still want it?”

He hums. “Yeah. I do.”

You had no idea it meant that much to him. The confession makes your heart flutter in your chest and your cheeks warm in bashfulness. You find it a little difficult to meet his eye after his declaration. “Then I’ll make sure it gets back to you.”

He leans over to place a kiss against your temple. You can feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin. “Thanks.”

sua here ( ≧ᗜ≦) thanks for reading! if u enjoyed, reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[milkteatrait]

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[boundbyeclipse]

hiii can you write smut number 5 with current James????

black velvet

genre : smut

word count : 1227

tags : current!james, female!reader, age difference (not specified how much), reader is a tattoo artist, a little rough james, semi-public sex (i think?), that’s about it

from the prompt list : 5. “don’t cover your mouth. i wanna hear you”

a/n : sooo i saw a photo of James getting a tattoo done and i thought hey, that’s a perfect idea for one of my requests! it really stuck to me and i had to write it. i really hope you enjoy this one x

‘Poison’ by Alice Cooper played in the background after you returned from your dinner break at work. You hummed along to the lyrics while lightly bopping your head to the beat. You absolutely loved rock and metal, so the playlist used at work always consisted of bands who did exactly those genres. It always gave you motivation and boosts for some energy, no matter if you were sad, angry or irritated.

While preparing for your next client, the sound of the entrance door opening and closing reached your ears. Technically, it was just a bit too early to show up, but hey, this one’s a regular and you didn’t mind at all.

“Hey there” you greeted him while putting some black gloves on your hands.

“Hey. Mind me showing up before I should?”

You gave him a warm smile, shaking your head left to right.

“Nope. You can come take a seat actually, I’ll go print out the tattoo and get more ink”

“Alright” James smiled back, hanging his jacket on the rack and making his way to the big, comfortable leather chair. He watched you walking around and you didn’t quite pay any attention to him, at least at first. Or, you just didn’t want to.

No matter how many times you’ve done tattoos on this man in the past few years, there has always been some sort of a tension between you both. It wasn’t anything like what you’ve had before with other men. They might have complimented you, made you smile, even blush, but none of them put you in such a vulnerable position with their presence alone. And there have been many times where his eyes would pierce right through you in the middle of getting his skin drawn on, creating the impression of him wanting to do some things to you. The lust was purely emitting from him the whole time. And you cannot forget about those moments when his fingertips would brush against your skin, making you shiver and think of scenarios in your head that were not so innocent. Sure, he was much older than you, but that didn’t stop either of you from craving each other every time.

Not too long after, you were already seated next to James, with his hand extended out as you were drawing lines on his skin.

My, oh my, did those large hands of his drove you insane.

“You got any more people coming after me?” he suddenly asked, his blue eyes hinting at something.

“Nope, you are the last one today. Puts my mind at ease knowing my last client is a regular. No need to overthink”

One side of his mouth curved up into a small smirk.

“Are you sure your mind is at ease? Because I can feel you’re all tensed up”

You swallowed and bit your lower lip hard after he said that. Trying to hide your growing frustration, you giggled.

“Maybe I am, I’ve been here since seven in the morning, you know”

He cocked an eyebrow up, not quite believing what you were saying. James could clearly see how you bit your lip, adjusted in your seat and giggled due to getting thrown back by his comment.

“It’s kind of easy to tell that it’s not because of the work. You don’t need to hide it”

Your breath hitched in your throat, and your body froze for a moment before you looked up at him and asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I know you secretly think about all the possible ways I could use my hands on you,” you could not believe what he just said, but it was totally true, “it’s written all over your face. Even your body language gives it away with how you shake, squirm in your seat, how you breathe heavier when I’m around. I know you think of me”

“James, don’t-“

“Just finish the tattoo first, then you can explain yourself”

Not even ten minutes later, you had your body pinned against the door of your break room, with no way to escape the tall man who hovered over you. His hands roamed your body while he kissed your neck, sucking on the sensitive spots to make you even weaker. The way he held you by your hip against the door made you so vulnerable and so turned on, that you could not help but moan into the heated kiss.

With one swift move, James opened the door behind you and the both of you walked backwards, still all over each other until the back of your calves hit the lounge couch that was in the room. James helped you with taking your shirt off, leaving you in a black lace bra. You sat down and watched James from below, eyes full of desperation and need, looking right into his own. He removed his shirt and tossed it away, unbuckling his jeans and unzipping them, then hovering above you as he laid you down slowly, but with rough kisses and a tight grip on your waist.

Your hand reached into his jeans and you cupped him through the fabric of his underwear, giving it a couple squeezes as James groaned in response. He was big, thick and hard, and you could feel yourself getting so wet that it started to hurt. You really needed him.

With no clothes left on your bodies, he was now inside you, moving his hips as he watched your face, loving the way your eyes rolled back with each thrust. The way your back arched, your naked bodies touching against each other, it put you in such a trance. Every second of it - you just loved.

With your moans becoming louder, you felt a little embarrassed, and your hand found its way to your mouth to silence yourself. But James wasn’t going to let you hide.

“Don’t cover your mouth. I wanna hear you”

Carefully, he took your hand and now had both of your hands pinned above your head. Your moans filled the room as you wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting to feel every single inch of his length in you. Almost to the point where you could barely take it.

“I can’t- I can’t take it”

“Yes, you can. Just hang on for a little bit more for me, okay?”

You gave him a nod in response, eyes watery and lips parted as you breathed heavily, your high hitting you right then and there. It happened so quickly, that you could not even tell James that you were close.

Another moan slipped out of his mouth as you coated him in your juices, your walls pulsing whilst he was still inside you, able to feel everything.

“Almost there” he told you as he gave you his final thrusts before pulling out and cumming on your stomach. Both of you were panting, with small beads of sweat on your foreheads and hair all messed up. But as soon as you got your breathing back to normal, it was time to clean up and go home. Though, James just wasn’t quite keen on leaving you so soon.

“I’ll give you a ride back home, so don’t worry about taking a bus in this weather” he gave you a warm smile as he put his jacket on and waited for you at the entrance door.

[stikybug]

The polycule brainrot is so strong.

I need to put some of these ideas down but i don't like making things pretty so this is just a braindump . All under cut to not clog

Stealing clothes between them would be so so so common. Mc is a menace and has 6 oversized shirts she totally swears are hers. Only one is

Second biggest offender is Ayn when staying at home , Alkaid stares at him for 5 minutes straight when he sees his missing sweater matched with cat earphones

It's so cute a photo was sent to the gc, obviously

They start sleeping at the sameish time, it's such a perfect excuse to go over to their cute partners and be tender before bed how could they not?

Because of this, Mc, Lars, and Ayns' shitty sleep schedule gets fixed

Cael isn't around so much but you know they get weekly texts from him that says the sweetest things ever

Lars pampers his stunning partners so well when he's finally free, candlelit dinners, gifts in the droves for all of them, even arranging so the place is basically empty when they get there since most of them don't like crowds

All of them are banned from playing ludo. This is final after the incident

Since Cael was officially the last one to get in Clarence planned a whole thing that was a celebration of him getting out of denial phase. And the announcement he also had a plus of four boyfriends

Confusion did not even begin to describe the expression the man had

Sometimes if people are nosy Ayn would start talking about different partners in the same conversation

"Oh you know my boyfriend's really cute with those doe-eyes"

"BOYFRIEND?"

"Yes, anyway my girlfriend the other day gave me this-"

Chaos ensues.

He doesn't care about the rumors though. He's noticed how his playing changed ever so slightly when thinking about his partners. In the span of a week after this noticeable change he found himself writing 5 different pieces for them.

He gives them the pieces by the time of their anniversary, mentioning he'd even play it for them if they wanted.

A private concert happened that day, it didn't need to be recorded to be engraved into their memories.

A while after that, the little painter and Emerald both released pieces that felt like they were overflowing with love and other warm sentiments.

Alkaid sends photos of the sky every time an observation night comes up in the astronomy department. He makes notes about which constellations remind him of his partners the most.

Obviously if any of them point a photo out or say one is pretty it's going to be printed out in the universal imaging studio

The starry photos are all probably framed and hung on a wall somewhere. Ayn has them in his hideout, Lars has the images upsized and on full display in his home, Clarence has one particularly sentimental one on the desk of the student council office, Cael has it as his phone background so he could see it wherever he went, and MC has it in her studio, always up to give her a boost of inspiration when she needed it.

William almost has a heart-attack every morning since Clarence has been looking the giddiest he's ever been since he and MC started dating.

He figures it out since Clarence is just so obvious. He's had the same reaction to two students that he has with the little painter. The way that his eyes light up whenever Ayn 'just so happens' to need to go to the student council so many times? And their conversations meander and flow too slowly for this to even be about their original topic anymore.

Or how he manages to write up an excuse to 'supervise' the Astronomy Department's viewing nights most of the time when he felt no need to previously, always found near Alkaid most of the time.

If one were to sneak a peek at his diary, it would probably contain paragraphs upon paragraphs of how pretty his partners were and things they did or things he saw that reminded him of them.

Cael was the most cautious about this entire arrangement. While he cared about her he had no idea if it would even be possible for him to catch feelings for the rest of them.

Unfortunately, the little painter has exceptional taste.

It was different for each of them, but it ended back in the same giant mess he has been dealing with for the past few months: He's so very attached to all of these charming men that he's caught himself blushing at the thought of them.

And these feelings came with the problems of someone like him developing such deep fondness for someone. The danger and chance of discovery he would give not just to the little painter, but the paragons of this world.

When he brings this concern up he's very lovingly shown how stupid he is by the sheer willingness of his boyfriends to love him despite knowing all of this.

Maybe this would be alright. They have each other no matter what afterall.

[kendsleyauthor]

I also love your new characters! But I love your old ones too. If you’re still doing prompts, dealers choice for #11? You’re amazing ❤️

SNOW ANGEL

Print / Trinket Universe (Micah and Everly)

~700 words

G/t dialogue prompt list

Aww I'm so touched by your love 🥰 Here's a bit of Micah/Everly wintery cuteness! ❄

@marydublinauthor 🌸

Where the hell is she?

Everly typically woke up before him, but she never strayed far from their shared room on the bus. This morning, he couldn’t find her working on schematics on her tablet, or tinkering with the various tech she’d scavenged, or overriding the vehicle’s AI to cuss him out.

“Ev?” Micah called.

As he stepped out of the room and into the narrow hallway, a chill snaked around him. The exterior door panel was wide open, and Everly was still nowhere in sight. He ducked back into his room and snatched the first pair of shoes within reach. He wasn’t sure what could have possessed her to leave the bus on her own so early in the morning—if she left by choice.

Premature anger bristled at the back of his mind. Crew members had bullied her into working off the clock before, but no one ever dared to drag her out of bed.

As he stepped off the bus, though, he didn’t have to look hard to find her.

Everly stood a few yards away with her back to him. Snow fell lightly onto the asphalt and stuck to the ground. She wore only a t-shirt and jeans, shivering like crazy but rooted to her spot.

“There you are,” he said, all the breath leaving his lungs at once. “What are you doing? You’re gonna freeze out here!”

Everly turned and looked up at him. Her eyes were wide—and for a second, he thought he was scaring her. But a breathless grin lit up her face. Every smile he’d ever gotten from her was hard-fought. Her sheer, unprompted happiness made him wonder if she was tripping on something.

“Uh…” He cleared his throat. “Don’t get mad, but you’re freaking me out.”

“It’s beautiful. Look at it.” Everly’s wistful sigh puffed past her lips like a cloud. She stuck her hand out and caught a few snowflakes, bringing her palm close to her face to examine them. 

Then it hit him.

She’d lived all her life in southern California. 

“You’ve never seen snow?” Micah dropped to one knee beside her, cocking his head to continue soaking in the unbridled joy on her face.

She shook her head. “Not the real stuff, anyway. A couple years ago, they dropped synthetic snow on the slums around Christmastime to boost morale or something. It was depressing as fuck. But this…” She cupped her hands, grinning as snowflakes gathered in her palms. “It’s not as cold as I thought it’d be.”

Micah laughed, reaching down with both hands to scoop her up. “That’s just the childlike-wonder talking.” His smile wilted when his skin brushed against her. “You’re so cold, Ev.” He swiftly brought her against his chest, eliciting a squeak of surprise.

“Relax, I’m fine!” She squirmed for a moment, but sure enough, she leaned into his warmth. “Okay, maybe…” She rested her forehead against his shirt. “Maybe it’s a little cold.”

He chuckled. “Let’s get you into some warmer clothes.”

“I… I don’t have any.”

Micah made a wounded noise. “I thought you said you looked through all the clothes I got you. Liar.”

“I-I mean… Looking through all of it would’ve taken me days.” She tugged at his shirt, and he peeked down at her. While she was definitely cuddling up against him for warmth, there was a certain sweetness to the way she rubbed her cheek against his chest. “But that means you can surprise me with an outfit. Won’t that be fun?”

Hugging her closer, he could already feel the chill vacate her little body as he stepped back inside. “Babe, we’re going through all your winter clothes. By the time we’re done, there’ll be enough snow on the ground to have some real fun. Wanna bet I can nail Xan with a snowball?”

“Only if I can also bet that he’ll murder you in your sleep.”

[twst-beam]

I see you are in need of prompts, then I shall humbly bestow upon thee some a prompt.

Hmm, what about going to a farmer's market with *insert YOUR favourite character here*? I believe in shameless self-enjoyment when it comes to writing; be self-indulgent. Don't you want to go apeshit?

Also do give your hands a well deserved rest every so often ^v^

ohohohoho you're giving me a lot of power with the YOUR favorite character there dove dear, but alright let's go >:D

Gifts

??? words, featuring my THREE favorite boyos because self-indulgence ftw <3

Deuce Spade

Going to the farmer's market was his idea; the two of you needed groceries, and it just so happened that the farmer's market was convenient for you.

Early morning, it was decided, it would double as a date, and both of you were early risers anyway. It'd also boost the morale of the farmers, Deuce had reasoned, and you fell all over again.

A wicker basket, two, so that you could carry your purchases home, although Deuce insisted he'd carry all of them for you, and you laughed and told him no.

The morning sun shone brightly as you walked towards the farmer's market, feeding a few ducks along the way as you walked by the lake and watching as Deuce's expressions softened every time, it was cute, and he grinned sheepishly when he caught you staring.

The entrance to the farmer's market was marked by a decorated arc, and it was peaceful and fun as the two of you walked around, buying produce and chatting with the stall owners, at one point Deuce was given a comically large round of cheese to carry home when he fought off a bunch of menaces from an old lady's stall.

But the real highlight of that morning was when Deuce found the chicks.

One, two, three, more chicks than he could count properly waddled around in a pen, and with a joke, an exclamation of wonder, and a hopeful confirmation, the two of you brought home two very full wicker baskets and a baby chick that rested on Deuce's head.

Jade Leech

Though he thought foraging in the mountains would have been a better decision for both your budget and experience, he relented when he saw the eagerness in your eyes.

By midmorning, you were dragging him to the farmer's market, chattering about the crafts and produce that could be found, and he smiled despite himself.

He watched as you conversed eagerly with the merchants, calmly observing how you skilfully picked the best produce, and how you looked at the crafts with admiration.

You had just purchased a new scarf, wrapping it around your neck and grinning as you waved at him to come over.

"Jade, Jade, look at this one"

He leans over as you took a scarf from the layed out pile on the table, and widened his eyes slightly as he saw what made you wave him over.

"Mushroom print," you smiled as you showed it to him, "and with the coloration and teal ruffles it reminded me of you"

He took it gently from your hands, noticing how the fabric was smooth but thick enough to warm, and kissed your forehead.

"Thank you, my pearl"

You muttered a "you're welcome", dazed by the sudden display of affection as he thanked the stall owner and payed for the scarf, bringing you out of your reverie.

"Hey, wait a minute, I was the one supposed to pay for that, not you"

Jade grinned, displaying his sharp teeth, eyes glinting with mischief as he feigned innocence.

"You were?"

You huffed, "it was supposed to be my gift for you, for bringing me here."

He leaned closer, scarf now hanging from his neck as he tapped his lips in thought, smirk giving away his intentions.

"Then what about a different gift?"

Rook Hunt

Your expedition to the farmer's market was on a whim, a fancy, a spur of the moment thing, but who were you to complain? the moment his hand held yours you couldn't help but go anywhere he wanted.

So there you were, between the rows of stalls and booths, illuminated by the fairy lights as Rook marveled at each product, generously purchasing trinkets and produce and whatever caught his eye.

You couldn't help but smile as Rook's exclamations of fascination and wonder brought smiles to the farmers' faces, and as you sat he waxed poetic about all the beauties the market provided, and you looked at the moon, content to hear him speak amidst the chatter and bustle of the bazaars.

"...but you know what the most amazing thing is in this place, mon amour?"

You closed your eyes, tilting your head as you emitted a curious "hmm?"

He held your hand, looking into your eyes as he smiled in adoration.

"You."

[starssaroundmyscarssblog]

𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄, chapter one WEASLEY VS SLUGHORN

pairing: percy weasley x fem!oc (olympia slughorn)

word count: 1.04k

warnings: none

series masterlist

percy weasley strived for validation of the academic kind, wanted to set himself apart from his ragtag group composed of five brothers and one sister that was designated to him at birth. he had no choice, each one of his siblings had something about them that set them apart from the rest.

ginny's was obvious since she was the only girl and the youngest, ron was somewhat friendly towards the muggle children who wandered into the fields surrounding the burrow every so often, which put him into his father's good books for learning about the 'fascinating' way that they live. fred and george had each other, like they were two peas unable to be prised out of their pod. charlie was sporty and had offers to go professional with his quidditch playing but turned it down for an even more rugged job handling dragons in eastern europe, bill was devil-may-care and living it large in an entirely different continent and was breaking curses in the last year of you-know-who's power.

everything that he, percy, was not.

where they were cool he was awkward, where they were popular he sunk into the shadows, and where they were doted upon he was given a book and a drink to keep quiet.

merlin, even ron seemed to be more favoured than him, and he was starting his first ever year of hogwarts with twin brothers who took the mickey out of him ( fred and george ), an even older brother who tried do disassociate himself from lower year riff-raff ( percy ), a legacy left behind by brothers who'd graduated to become great things, and no possessions that were originally his own.

the only things he had in his trunk that hadn't been passed down from brother to brother was his collection of homemade knitted jumpers, the pile of corned beef sandwiches he gagged simply at the sight of and the writing set he'd been given on his eleventh birthday by their great aunt tessie.

but, where percy lacked a brain of street smart tips and popular wizard culture, he made up for in ingenuity and drive to over achieve even if he fizzled out before his newt exams in three years time. and yet, percy still wasn't doing anything original or generically 'him' he realised when his prefects badge had landed in his bowl of porridge at the breakfast table one morning - bill had already been a prefect and then gone on to be head boy, charlie had smashed it out the park with his outstanding newt results too.

so he worked day and night, stalked the garden for muggle fireflies he could keep in a jar on his desk to observe for his summer task from the muggle studies teacher, poured himself over text book upon text book, any reading material he could get his hands on to put him in good standing for his owl year starting in september. percy snatched coloured pencils from ginny's desk draw when she was helping ron fling disorientated gnomes over the garden hedge to draw himself up a revision timetable, scheduled to start the first day back after the welcome feast.

he was going to pass his exams with flying colours, attend every single optional class and wrangle help out of his teachers if it was the last thing he did. even getting over himself to ask one of the students in the year above who was taking newt level potions to boost his grade up from an 'e' to a 'o'.

anything to see the look on olympia slughorn's face when the name 'percy weasley' was printed above hers in the top slot when the student rankings in each class was posted anonymously at the end of each month, like they had been since before his parents could remember.

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olympia slughorn was in a deeply committed one sided relationship with percy weasley - she hated him more than anything in the world and she wouldn't trust him as a confidante as far as she could launch him with a beaters bat. it wouldn't be too great of a distance compared to those who were on the slytherin quidditch team could hit, but she still had a good shot and that was enough for her.

he poked his nose into business it didn't belong, tried too hard to cosy up to his teachers by snitching on members of his class if a piece of homework was overdue, and constantly tried to ask her overly complex questions about origins of ingredients for her potions in effort to throw her off. it never worked, though. olympia had prevailed at the top of only one class in her entire four years at hogwarts thus far, and that was potions.

it ran though her blood, it was the one thing the slughorn's had in their legacy apart from her great uncle horace's self titled 'slug club' from his teaching days at hogwarts. he'd retired the year olympia was due to start attending the magical boarding school but still sent her various potion ingredients and recipes to create during the term time.

potions was the only subject she was predicted an 'o' in.

potions was the only thing she wanted to continue doing for the rest of her life.

there was no other option. percy weasley had to learn his place in the pecking order, and olympia knew just the way to ensure it.

she holed herself up in the small library room of the slughorn estate, significantly smaller in size compared to the lestrange manor that was dissed and had fallen into disrepair and the malfoy manor guarded with towering iron gates and white peacocks. there was seven floor to ceiling book cases in the library dedicated to potions, ingredients, poignant moments in wizarding history that advanced the world of potions, magical creatures host to rare ingredients that cost an arm and a leg to purchase.

olympia prized her validation just above thwarting anyone that was standing in her way, deliberate or not. she would snap her vintage muggle 'the beatles' records over the stone gargoyles over the front door of the house if the student rankings were posted and the name 'olympia slughorn' was printed below 'percy weasley'.

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[asheurbanipal]

You've Seen My Picture in the Daily Globe

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Venom, Eddie x Venom, symbrock

Explicit

4k words

Content: somnophilia, tentacle sex, canon typical violence

Ep 2 in series

On Ao3

Summary:

With knowledge from the multiverse, Venom and Eddie are waiting for Spider-Man to irrevocably alter their lives. Better to chase him down than vice versa.

Notes:

Notes on continuity: Getting this to play nice with SSU (Madame Webb, specifically) puts Spider pretty young according to the years everything is set. Just going with it. Playing with some of the comic timeline stuff for origin of Spider-Man. We're in a weird place of canon-compliance and continuity since the SSU hasn't actually created Spider-Man, yet, so I'm going weird with it.

Eddie Brock woke up with a mouth around his cock, teeth grazing his skin, long tongue draped around the base. 

"Sweetheart, again?"

"You said I could, Eddie," The Other replied through an occupied mouth.

"Yeah, but doesn't it get boring after awhi-ile. Ngh."

"No."

"It cuts into your time."

"I like playing with you, beloved."

"Oh god oh fuck."

"Play time" was something The Other had picked up from both traveling the multiverse and being one with the hive again, temporarily. The Other got three hours a night (while Eddie slept), to do what they pleased. With a few specific restrictions, of course. It had been mostly working to keep the balance. The Other had absolutely eaten a head or two. He could feel that in his belly. The crime sheet and police scanner, though, hadn't turned up anything to suggest a problem, yet. No dead Nobel laureates or human rights attorneys. And the vague splash of memories that got uploaded into his brain each morning didn't feel overly horrific. 

And every few mornings he woke up to being serviced. Sometimes he didn't wake up at all, the evidence on the inside of his boxer-briefs. He wasn't stupid. The act wasn't really for his pleasure. It was just the only way for The Other to get that same, extra special boost of neurochemicals.

The Other pulled his face away. 

"I can always stop, beloved," they said. 

"No you finish what you start, you fu-ahhhhh…" He hadn't realized how close he was to the edge, and just a nudge brought him over softly. He flopped over onto his back and The Other settled their head up next to his. 

"It's early," Eddie noted. 

"Until we catch the photographer…"

"Yeah, I know. I know." The Other sunk back into Eddie as he rolled out of bed. He didn't have time for a shower, but he cleaned himself up quickly. "If this was the last of my briefs, we're gonna have an issue."

I did laundry. It's sorted in the hampers.

Eddie looked against the wall to see a couple of hampers half-full with clean, folded laundry.

"Are you using your play time…to do chores…"

You won't fucking do it.

He started getting dressed.

"When you get a handle on this making clothes thing, we're gonna be set." Eddie hopped into his usual jeans, but only went so far as a white tank top. The Other changed it into a blue and gray Henley. 

"What's with the teeth on the front?" Eddie admired the look in the mirror. 

Practice. You don't like it?

"Nah. It's cool. Alright. Let's go."

A few more rounds of the mystery photos had come in over the past six weeks. Pictures had also started appearing online. Whoever their photog was, their strategy was…ineffable. The way this mystery figure was blowing up, anyone with such close access could be making bank with their photos. Staying anonymous they were leaving money on the table. 

And they were really trying to stay anonymous. According to Lee's "ink guy" they were printed at home. As opposed to mailing them in from a trackable address, they were just showing up in the mailbox that adjoined the building near a side door. A side door that somehow kept loosing the fucking camera feed.

Eddie volunteered to catch their photog in his spare time, and Bushkin had given his blessing. 

They had figured out when they dropped the photos off, at least. That had them out just before dawn, eating a bagel sandwich, perched on a nearby rooftop, out of line of sight from the mail slot. 

"We could just talk to Spider-Man," Eddie said. They kept seeing him from a distance when they went out for their nightly constitutional, but the fucker kept booking it before they could ease up on him. Their stalking grounds were the same, though, running the boroughs in almost the same order. Like they were drawn to each other, dancing around a center orbital point between them. 

No. Not yet. Want to talk to the photographer. They're special, somehow .

"Something you got from the hive?"

That or instinct.

Despite The Other's best efforts, little drifts of information from the multiverse had impinged on Eddie's brain. Mostly when he was sleeping. 

"Do you know what Spider-Man was like as a host?" Eddie asked, biting down on his sandwich. 

Eddie, please.

"We have to be able to talk about this kind of thing if we're going to get past the whole 'another version of you cried over my corpse' kind of stuff." 

The Other gave their version of a mental sigh.

I feel anger when I think of Spider-Man, in the abstract. But when I focus on him being my host, specifically, it's yearning. Like I'm angry because I want him so bad. But it's not…a good desire. The Other pumped the emotion into Eddie.

"Like an addiction?"

Close enough.

"You don't get the same feeling with me?" 

Hmmmmm. You are also addicting, Eddie, but I like it. Under his shirt and jeans, tendrils slid down the inside of his thighs. 

"Bro. I'm literally drained dry. You gotta stop."

You love it.

"I do, that's the sick part." He would have to come back to the "addiction" part of this conversation, later. His watch beeped the hour. 

"Okay, they didn't come today."

Bushkin's gonna be pissed he doesn't have anything new to post.

"Yeah, well, I'm technically out of office today, so I don't have to deal with him. Let's go intimidate some cops, instead."

"Brock, are you really trying to bribe me with donuts?"

"It's not a bribe, it's a gift with the hope you'll hit me with some information in return."

"Fuck you, Brock, " Detective Hinojosa shot back as she bit into a cream filled. 

He had caught her in the park on the tail end of her run. He didn't exactly trust any kind of government agency after all he'd been through, but he knew Hinojosa through a series of interconnected friends in college. What few friends he had. She was still a beat cop when he was in New York last, but had since both graduated to detective and moved over to sex crimes. So far she had proved herself as one of the good ones. 

"Look, I'm trying to get a read on these people running around in spandex," Eddie said, sitting next to her on the park bench. 

"The red and blue one or the 'black slime monster?'" she asked. 

"Oh he's 'black slime' now? I liked 'goo-dude.' That was fun."

They moved away from alien surprisingly fast.

I know, Ironic.

"Yeah, well, the black slime guy I'm pretty certain is a shared manic hallucination," Hinojosa said. "This blue and red guy, though…"

"You think he's the real deal? What makes you say that?"

"Brock, you know I can't give you info from ongoing cases."

"We don't have to do this dance, you know," he reminded her. "You know I'm good for scratching your back if you scratch mine. Then bam, justice served."

She considered him. 

"Why are you asking about blue and red? Specifically. What's your interest?"

"What is not interesting about a guy running around in a onsie?" 

She leveled a look at him. He held up his palms in placation. 

"Back in San Francisco, there were some rumors of some weird shit that was really similar to this." The lie was easy because it was rehearsed. A lot. He was good at doing a little on the spot fabrication for journalistic reasons, but a practiced diversion was easier. "None of us ever got the full story, but some good cops died." Well, one good cop, for sure. The other ones he took out he couldn't be so certain of. It was a weird night. Other people had died, too, but he couldn't be so sure they'd be nearly as important to Hinojosa as her fellow officers.

"Just want to do what I can to get ahead of this thing," Eddie shrugged, taking a bear claw. Hinojosa considered him again. 

"You didn't hear this from me, but he stopped a rape in progress."

"Holy shit."

"She said she was being attacked, then this guy in a blue and red wetsuit just appeared out of nowhere, threw a few punches, then tied him up. That's how we found him."

"Tied him up with what?" He had seen the stuff in person, but he still didn't know what it was. 

"Now, we're getting into police secrets, Brock.' 

Because they don't know either.

Probably.

Hinojosa checked her watch. 

"I need to get into the office." She poked him hard in the shoulder. "We never had this conversation." She moved off the bench, then jogged off through the park.

Good intimidation tactics.

"Gets the job done."

Someone glanced at him vaguely as he spoke to himself but moved on. That was the beauty of big cities. No one noticed below a certain threshold of weirdness. For New York that threshold was higher than San Francisco by a significant amount. 

The next passerby threw their copy of the Daily Bugle in the trash next to him. Eddie fished it out. He hadn't had a chance to get any of the papers this morning or check the daily front page online. 

"Oh fuck. That explains why he hasn't shown up at the mail-slot."

Front page, exclusive, the clearest photo so far of their mystery guy. Red from mask down to torso with blue arms and legs and red gloves. His giant white eye shields almost looked like The Other's but smoothed around the edges. And through the whole outfit, the lines of a spider web shape. 

The headline read "Spider-Man Menaces City." 

"That sounds like Jonah," Eddie sighed. "He probably finally offered a cash prize."

Sounds like we need to intimidate a newspaper editor .

"Nah, I think we need to be done with this and go to the source."

There was a rumble of disquiet in The Other.

Fine.

Have any ideas on how to track him? It was easier to talk internally when they were fully enveloped. The night was cold, but symbiote matter was warm. pulsing in time with his heart as he free-floated inside. 

He's like us, Eddie. Trying to protect the innocent.

So look for crimes in progress. Okay cool.

No. Wait. I can smell him.

You absolutely cannot.

Shut up. Here, feel.

The Other closed the loop around his senses. Eddie already felt what the The Other felt in this form. Saw and heard what they heard with heightened senses. His brain couldn't process it the same way, though, unless he let The Other into one of those reserved spaces. 

Oh. He could smell something. But…not smelling. A sense that felt like a smell because there wasn't anything else to connect it to.

Are you sure that's him?

It's the same smell from the few times we've seen him in person. There's something…distinctive about it. Sweet? I don't know.

They clipped along in a jog on the edge of the roof, then leapt to the next one with a long stride, following the smell as it got closer and closer. 

Where the fuck is this guy?

Two feet slammed into the back of his neck from above. 

"What the fuck?!" Venom slammed face first into the textured rooftop. They turned quick, though, catching the next blow mid-air. Spider-Man's body flopped at the knee, losing all the structure that came with momentum. Venom tossed him, his body thudding against the roof access door. 

"Don't fight me," Venom warned. 

"Monster says what?" Spider-Man replied. 

"Jesus fuck, dude come on--" Another sock across the jaw stopped them short and sent them reeling back over the side of the roof. They caught the edge, the building crunching under their claws. Spider-Man hovered above them. 

"Who are you and where are you from?" he demanded. "What's your deal?"

"My deal?" Venom replied, pulling their body up. "Stop fucking punching me and maybe--" This time it wasn't a punch that cut them off. A wail of sirens careened around the corner, EMS and firefighters escorted by police. 

They shared a single look before shooting off across the rooftops. 

Three intersections down they found the pileup, a semi on its side and five cars scattered around it, three of them smashed to absolute hell.

"Kid, listen," Venom said. "Stay out of the way of EMS. They're trained to handle injuries, and you're not. Unless you know how to stabilize a C-spine?"

"Uh, no?" Spider-Man stuttered. 

"Alright. You seem strong. Think you can pull a car door off the hinges?"

"I've never tried?" 

"I bet you can. Go to that red GT and carefully pull back the door to give access to the firefighters, then get the fuck out of the way. I'm going to do the same for the semi-truck. Got it?"

"Y-yeah. Okay." 

Spider-Man shot off ahead of him, and Venom leapt down on the semi. The shouting in the background became a gentle roar. 

Inside the semi, the driver looked up at him frantically, screams peeling through the glass.  

"Calm down," Venom said. "I'm here to help, believe it or not." They suctioned the door with some matter then yanked it free. He tossed it gently off to the sidewalk. The driver unbuckled his belt then started scrambling up out of the seat. 

"You might have a spinal injury, you probably shouldn't--" But he'd already flopped his body over the edge of the semi. "Okay, whatever." Venom grabbed him around the waist and brought him to the ground. Venom leapt back over the semi cab to see if Spider-Man had figured it out. He had, and now he was holding the car door awkwardly. 

"Just set it down, kid. Over there!" Venom pointed and Spider-Man flicked his head to the side of the road. He jogged over and set the door down gently.

Venom surveyed the area, looking for other places to help before they got out of the way. 

"Hey!" A firefighter had approached the semi, crouching low, ready to run if this was a mistake. "Can you safely remove the top of a car?" She gestured to the most crunched up of the cars. A few other firefighters were around it, apparently stuck on the best angle for the jaws of life. 

"Yeah, hold on. Spider-Man!" They whistled him over to the car, then jumped across the gap to land next to the family sedan. They crawled up gently on the trunk trying not to shake it. 

"Spider, stand on the hood, and do the pew pew thing on the roof and make a rope," Venom directed. 

"The what?"

"The thwip. The stuff. I don't know what the fuck it is."

"Oh, web fluid." He flicked out his wrists and two shots of webbing splorched on the roof. 

"Okay, I'm going to cut from this side, you pull the roof that way." Venom created blades from their hands, and dug into the metal of the roof. Together, they lifted the top free and deposited it on the ground next to the car. 

"This lady is really hurt," Spider-Man said quickly. 

"She's got a pulse." Venom hopped down from the car. They could feel her heart beating in her chest from a distance. Spider-Man lingered. "Dude, get out of the way of the paramedics."

"You two freeze."

Venom whipped around. A cluster of police officers had emerged in riot gear, guns up and ready to fire.

We could eat them, Eddie.

Or maybe we don't. Come on.

They launched upward, using the streetlight to swing to the nearest building, then up and over across the roof. A few gunshots fired after them, but they were long gone before the sound even reached them. 

"That was crazy." Spider-Man rolled up on the roof behind him. 

"Yep." Venom shot out a bullet of matter that wrapped around Spider-Man's chest and secured him to a utility pole behind him. 

"Yo, what the hell?"

"Just want to make sure you don't punch me again before we can talk." Venom pulled up a crate and sat down in front of him. "You're Spider-Man. We're Venom. To engender a bit of trust." The symbiote matter rolled down to his shoulders to reveal Eddie underneath. 

"You, too sweetheart," Eddie said. 

"Uhm…even if I wanted to take off my mask…" Spider-Man wriggled in the matter. 

"No, not you. Maintain your anonymity. I meant this guy." Eddie tapped his shoulder. The Other emerged in a slightly less jarring size than usual.

"Hey, kid," they growled, keeping their teeth at least a little clicked back. 

"Oh, sweet Jesus," Spider-Man warbled. 

"Kay, I'm gonna pull the matter back. You gonna be chill so we can talk?" Eddie tilted his head and raised his eyebrow in question. Spider-Man nodded his head emphatically. The Other brought the matter back into their form. Spider-Man dropped hard to the floor then shot back up. 

"Are you an alien?" he asked immediately. 

"I'm not. They are. They're a parasite."

"Fucking rude. I'm a symbiote." The Other smacked their head against Eddie's.

 "Kay…" Spider-Man shifted on his feet. "Are you…evil?" "Yes," The Other replied immediately. "I will eat your brains."

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose.

"They're not totally joking about the brain-eating…thing…They do have a hankering. But we are doing our best to be good Catholic boys."

"We have been in a church exactly one time since we've been together," The Other said. "And that was to kill my child. So…"

"K-kill your child?" Spider-Man froze.

"Yeah, no Carnage was straight up evil. They're host was a serial killer."

"Damn." Spider-Man dropped to the floor and crossed his legs. "You've been doing this for a minute, then? This, like…superpowers thing."

"I mean…I guess?"

"We've saved the world three times already." The Other preened. 

"Maybe a little," Eddie admitted. 

"That's so cool." Spider-Man looked up at them, the set of his face under the mask dramatic enough to change its shape.

"Okay, but…what's your deal?" Eddie asked

"Oh, well…" 

Spider-Man talked fast, words coming out quick and on top of each other. Radioactive spider bite. Changes in physical prowess. Speed. Something he was calling "spider sense." Sort of falling into crime-fighting when he saw injustice spring up all around him and other noble shit instilled in him by his aunt and uncle (parents by adoption). This had all started maybe a month before the photos started showing up. 

"So what are these wrist thingies?" Eddie reached forward to tap them, and Spider-Man pulled back. 

"Web shooters. Um…I kind of like to tinker? They're not quite right, yet, though."

"And you did all this yourself? The web shooters and the outfit and everything?

"Yeah?"

"Shit. That's cool as fuck. I just let the alien do everything." 

Yes, tell him how I wear the pants in this relationship.

A little more practice, and you'll literally be the pants. 

Spider-Man tented his fingers together in thought.

"This is going to sound like the stupidest question ever, but like…you're a dude?" Spider-Man asked.

"Yeah?" Eddie replied. Spider-Man shifted focus to The Other. 

"Are you also a dude? I mean like…you're an alien. Do you have…like…an alien gender?"

Eddie could feel The Other hesitate through the connection, figuring out how to answer that. 

"Klyntar reproduce asexually," The Other said. 

"I mean the two concepts aren't mutually exclusive," Spider-Man faltered. 

"Are you asking for our pronouns?" Eddie finally said. 

"Yeeeaahhh…I guess that would have been easier. If it was going to be awkward no matter what, I could have at least got through it faster."

"I mean, I--" but then Eddie stopped. He had always been a man. That wasn't really a question. Dude through and through. The Other made him feel like more than that, though. Like 'man' didn't quite cover it. This was the first time he had ever thought about it, though, and on a Manhatten rooftop in the middle of the night was not the time. 

"I tend to think of this one as an 'it,'" Eddie shifted the focus off himself with an even stupider statement. 

"That feels a little dehumanizing," Spider-Man said. 

"They're not human."

"But they're sapient, and they're doing most of the work. Feel like…I don't know…"

"Oh, I like this kid," The Other said, bopping their head against Eddie's. "He respects me."

"I respect you!"

"Oh okay, sure." The Other's sarcasm didn't always read, but this time it was seething. 

"I let you share my limbic system. How is that-- you know what. Not gonna fight about it."

"You guys are wild." Spider-Man eased back against the utility pole. "So, is this like…do we team up? You seem to know how to do this, and I don't."

"Barely, dude. Just picked up a little police and EMS procedure over the years."

They both looked up as a light flashed over them, the sound of a helicopter whirring in behind. A series of quick gunshots scattered around them. 

"I also know when to run from the cops, scatter." 

It was actually extrmely easy to get away. No one knew how to chase creatures like them or track them through the night. Venom rolled through their window, then became Eddie again as he flopped on the bed. He laid there in just compression shorts, kicking off his barefoot shoes at the end of the bed. It was stupid but it fucking worked once he got over the feeling of immodesty. 

The hugging bands appeared over his body, and The Other's face nuzzled his cheek.

"I know you respect me," The Other said. "You just like to pretend you're disaffected to avoid facing your actual feelings." 

It was annoying how spot on that was. 

"And I don't actually think of you as an 'it,'" Eddie continued. "At one point, yeah, but not anymore. Not for a long time."

"I know. I can feel inside your head." The Other spread their fingers over the side of Eddie's face.

"You're aroused," they hummed. 

"Don't….don't say it like that."

"You are, though."

"I know. It's the adrenaline." Eddie picked at the front of his shorts, but his hand that close to his crotch just made it worse. A tendril dipped under his waistband. 

"Let me handle it for you."

"No! No…no."

"Do you not like it, Eddie?" 

"No, I do. I just…I want to have sex. I haven't had actual sex in more than a year and a half." 

"Is that not what we're doing?" The Other spread their hand through his hair.

"No. It's just you jacking me off so you can get the vicarious dopamine rush. I want to fuck. " 

"I don't know the difference." 

Eddie stared at the ceiling, black matter creeping into his periphery as The Other wrapped around him tighter. They wouldn't know, would they?

"Okay. Do as I say." Eddie hooked his thumbs into his shorts and wriggled out of them, then rolled up on his knees. The Other shifted around him, following his movements.

"Can you…this is going to sound so stupid…can you make a body? Right here?" Eddie gestured to the bed in front of him. The Other rotated around their head falling down on the pillow. Matter dripped off him into the vague shape of a human form, feet still attached to him. 

"Is this what you want, my beloved?" The Other craned their head back into the pillows. "Can I touch you, now?"

"Yeah, but only a little and softly. Just until I'm hard then let me do stuff." Eddie sunk down against The Other, laying his weight in his forearms. He dove into a kiss. They were still working on this part. The Other's teeth were too sharp. Their tongue too long as it tried to creep down his throat. He didn't hate it. He just didn't know how to navigate it logistically. 

Between them, The Other worked his cock slowly, building it into a rock-hard tension. He pulled away from The Other's mouth to bury his face in their neck. A moan crept out, disappearing into the matter. 

"Do you want me to make sounds, too, dearest?"

"I know you'd be faking it so--" 

"Not faking. Just different." The Other purred and chirruped, the sounds vibrating through their matter and against Eddie's skin. 

"Okay, yeah, that's nice," Eddie panted. "Okay, follow my lead, here." Eddie pressed himself into the symbiote matter. The Other grunted, a sound he had never heard them make before. It was almost human. 

"Surprised me, Eddie, but now I get it."

Their manifested body changed underneath him, creating a soft, tight welcoming place. The Other started to undulate around him, pulling and pressing on his cock. 

"No," he said softly. "Let me do it."

Eddie thrust into The Other, the pullout creating extra friction as the matter clung to him. He thrust again, over and over. 

"This…this is what I wanted." He brushed some kisses along The Others jaw. 

"Is it really?" The Other asked. Their hands stretched across his back, legs lifting to wrap around his waist while never breaking the contact needed for their bond. 

"Yeah, I just wanted some control. I wanted to feel connected." He whipped his hips faster as the matter started creeping over the rest of his body. 

"We're always connected, beloved." The Other's hands curled over the back of his head, down his neck, until his whole body was drowning in it. The Other kissed him, holding their mouths together just at the front in a light touch.

"This is…hah…different." He pulsed into The Other faster and harder, rebounding against the grip of the matter. The thrust turned into rolls, chasing the pulsing the friction inside the place The Other had made just for him. 

He came with a stuttering groan, falling forward into the matter and letting it wash over him in a tight hug. At the same time, The Other gave a tight, full body growl, vibrating with the mirrored climax. 

Fingers ran up and down his spine. 

"Do you love me, Eddie?" 

"If I say yes, will you stop asking?" 

"Only if you mean it." 

"You're really concerned with the idea for a species that reproduces asexually." Eddie repositioned himself within the matter blob to find The Other's still manifested head. He nudged his head against theirs. 

"Two different things." The Other reformed some fingers to run down his cheek then created two more hands to caress his thighs. "I don't want to lose you again." 

"You're nervous about Spider-Man?" Eddie asked. The Other answered in a flash of uncertain emotions. "He's not the same guy you saw in the hive. Things will be different this time. Not everything is inevitable." Another flash of emotion in response. "I don't want to be apart from you either. Not anymore."

"Hmm," The Other vocalized before sinking away into the mass.

Your skeptcism isn't very sexy.

Good thing I'm just an alien slime monster. We need don't need to be sexy. 

The other kept encasing him, pulling around him tighter. 

Go to sleep. Our body's already too exhausted for play time, as is.

We're coming back to this at some point. 

Sure we will, dearest. 

"What's with all the kids at the front desk?" Eddie moved down the stairs of the Daily Globe with Bushkin, heading out to grab some lunch. The news over the weekend had blown up about menaces and monsters rampaging through the city. Bushkin had given him a side-eye, but didn't ask the question he very clearly wanted to. 

"Journalism club field trip. We drew the short straw. One of these little bastards already has a byline, though. Sold their photos of Spider-Whatsit to the Bugle ."

"Are you serious? The one giving us pictures is…a high schooler?" Brock hesitated with his hand on the railing, searching the faces. 

"I don't know if he was our mystery photog, but he's certainly on Jameson's payroll, now." Bushkin spit with dissatisfaction. 

"Sucks for us, I guess," Eddie replied, still focused on the teenagers. 

"Which one of you is Peter Parker?" Bushkin said as they passed into the lobby. A kid raised his hand. Mop top. Glasses, but they were clearly just plain glass. The light didn't refract through them right. Slim, gangly, but a little muscle poorly hidden under his long-sleeve shirt. 

Bushkin was introducing Eddie's resume to the kids somewhere in the background of his hearing. He was focused on the kid. On Peter Parker. 

It's him, Eddie.

Fucking clearly. He's a literal child. Shit.

More importantly, Peter Parker had recognized him, realization dawning on his face with an owlish expression. 

"Brock?" Bushkin was saying, "Anything to add for the kids?"

"Uh….stay in school? Um…actually wait." He dug into his wallet. "I have a few of these still." He pulled out some business cards. "Any of you want to ask more questions about journalism or whatever." He handed the cards out, making sure one of them pressed into Peter's hand.

"That was nice of you," Bushkin said at they moved of the building. 

"Children are the future," Eddie said noncommittally.

What now, do you think?

We wait, sweetheart. Whether  it's all inevitable or not, that's up to Spider-Man, now.

[matchalovertrait]

Every morning before work, Teodor reads the newspaper. He's a bit older, being 54 years old, and still finds pleasure in getting his news from a printed source. In his opinion, the scent of a newspaper and coffee together can't be beat. Teodor co-owns Postres de Alegría, but he also has his own Colombian coffee business on the side. The work accumulated from both can get quite stressful at times, so this peaceful morning routine was a necessity for him. However, this morning's headline was going to have the exact opposite effect. Alto's Bakery Coming Soon to Tartosa. These six words flooded his brain with memories of heartbreak and suffering. Teodor threw the newspaper at the other couch and looked at the ground, his head swirling. He felt like his world was crumbling again.

Teodor spent the majority of his teenage years and his 20s working to build the resort of his dreams. He handcrafted those resort plans with devotion and sentiment. It was supposed to be a paradise for people all around the world to visit and boost the economy of his beloved hometown. After Alfonso betrayed him, Teodor had to start his life back up again from scratch. It felt like it was happening all over again. Yet, this time it felt worse. Now, he has two more kids and a wife- and oh god... What about Noemí, Erick, Ángel, and Dulce? Teodor had to convince Noemí to partner with him and supposedly take Postres de Alegría to the next level. The Alegrías spent so much of their money due to Teodor's carelessness.

Teodor got up and started walking in circles frantically. He tried to think of a solution quickly. He had to do something for his kids, his nephew, and his niece. "¡Maldita sea!" he yelled when he couldn't think of anything. It took everything out of him to not kick the bench.

Irene was still getting ready for the day and came out of their bedroom when she heard him. "Cariño, is the strong language really that necessary?" she asked when putting on her earring.

"That idiot Alfonso Alto is opening a bakery here in Tartosa out of all places," Teodor said.

"QUÉ???" Irene exclaimed. "Ese hijo de su p-" "What happened to 'strong language'?" "When I get my hands on him..." Irene held up her pointed finger and began plotting against Alfonso. Some of these thoughts weren't exactly legal.. or peaceful. However, she calmed down when she saw Teodor quietly take a seat on the bench. Okay, time to be sensical and supportive right now. The violent ideas can wait, she thought and sat down next to him.

"Irene, I don't know what to do," Teodor confessed. Irene sat down next to him. "Look, we'll make it out of this. Everyone is going to see what a clown this guy is and lose interest." Teodor thought for a couple of seconds. Clown.... His mind was clearing up a bit and he was starting to remember how truly stupid this guy is. Not to mention, ostentatious. "Irene, you're right and I have to get to the bakery right now."

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kame valley (stardew au)

currently obsessed with stardew valley again and yes i can make everything about ygo so here's an au i started actually a long time ago

Title: Kame Valley

Characters: All of them, mainly Seto Kaiba

Summary:

When Seto Kaiba is sent to secure Kaiba Corp's foothold in the small farming community that is Kokoro Town. His corporate goal get waylaid again and again, forcing him to get to know the local villagers, and maybe even engage with them once in a while. Rather than changing the valley, Kaiba finds himself being changed.

Spring, Day 1

Seto Kaiba nearly dropped his bags when he saw where he was staying for the next three weeks. Behind him, Mayor Pegasus seemed oblivious to his growing concern.

Seto’s voice strained when he said, “This is it?”

This was it. The old cabin had seen better days, the wood planks that made up its walls old and peeling. The red shingles of the roof threatened to slide right off. One morose window gazed out onto the small porch, and a lantern was hung over the wind beaten door. It had already been a hike from the one entrance into town, blocked partially by the broken down bus, down a dirt road, and now onto what looked to be a fair sized plot of land. Seto’s gaze swept over the rock ridden dirt. Trees rose up like their own little forest, and stumps were left at attempts to keep them at bay.

Seto breathed out through his teeth. It’d been a day of good omens.

“Unfortunately,” Mayor Pegasus said, singing every other syllable, “accommodations are somewhat limited in Kokoro Town. But the farm’s been unused for years, and everything still works. You’ll be very comfortable here.”

Seto looked at the mayor, whose attitude and style would kindly be described as “eccentric”. Silver hair fanned around his face, covering his left eye, and he wore a clean pink shirt and slacks. Seto had not spoken to him directly until he greeted him ten minutes ago, and already he was desperate to remove himself from his company. He was desperate to remove himself from this town. But Kokoro Town was the foot in the door to the entirety of Kame Valley that Kaiba Corp needed, especially if they were going to keep expanding out. The PR boost would help too. One small town transformed into a thriving marketplace thanks to Kaiba Corp. Noah had visited his office and told Seto that he was the one he needed to rely on to get this done. Seto had been suspicious, but now he knew for sure. Noah was torturing him.

Three weeks, he told himself. Then it’s back to Domino City, where they have hotels and paved streets and electricity.

“It’s fine,” he said, mostly to himself. “I’ll be spending most of my time at the Kaiba Mart anyway, which is…”

The mayor rifled through his pockets before providing a small printed map. “On the other side of town, I’m afraid. You’re lucky you’re here in the spring. It’ll be a brisk walk in the morning.”

“Walk?” he repeated and unfolded the map. Ra, they weren’t even large enough to justify driving. He wasn’t far from town center, but the mart was on the other side of even that, crossing a river to the furthest east it could be from where he was now. Seto didn’t consider himself an inactive person, but every day? Everywhere? He’d packed nothing but his clean business loafers and work clothes. His black shoes were already coated in a fine layer of dust.

“You’ll get used to it in time,” Pegasus said.

Seto hoped he wouldn’t have to. His fear that the inside of the cabin was worse than the outside was only mollified some by the presence of the nicely crafted furniture and small television set. The fireplace was warmed, suggesting someone had bothered to inspect the place before his arrival. He let his bags drop on the ground and side eyed the sheets on the bed that was pushed against the wall. At least it wasn’t a twin. The single room didn’t offer much by way of amenities, not even a kitchen, which wasn’t so much of a loss. It wasn’t as if he cooked.

“It’s homey,” he said, in a way that was not a compliment.

“I’ll give Mr. Muto your regards,” the mayor said. “It’s his property. He’s too old to tend it now, and his grandson tries. He’s quite the fan of yours.”

His ridiculous drawl made it hard to tell if that was sarcasm or not, but Seto banked on caution. Kaiba Corp didn’t make many friends, and the nicely detailed report spelled out Kokoro Town’s resistance to any expansion here. It would worry him, if it mattered.

“And any adjustments that need to be made,” Pegasus continued, “the Ishtars are happy to provide. I should organize a meeting with all the business leaders for you.”

“I’m sure it won’t be necessary,” Seto said. He didn’t want to know what passed for a ‘business leader’ in this town. “I should check in with Kaiba Mart.”

“Of course,” the mayor sang. “And allow me to take you on a wonderful tour of our town as we go.”

Seto held in his groan as he followed him from the dirt path of the farm into town proper. Kokoro’s town center, at least, was paved with businesses huddled around the square. The buildings were unpatterned in their placement, with a medical clinic and general store sloped against each other, and a short ways away a spot whose sign read “Mr. Clown’s Saloon”. The rest were homes, including the mayor’s house, a little larger than the others with a full garden decorating the front. Pegasus pointed out a short path that led to the mountains, and a stone bridge that crossed to the beach. Two rivers crossed here, and the smooth current was alive with fish who snapped at the surface.

Seto didn’t bother to listen as Pegasus pointed out whose home belonged to who or go into a detailed history of every building. He didn’t bother to acknowledge the people that the mayor said good morning to. He removed his phone instead and went to message his brother and frowned when he noticed his inbox was empty. Mokuba usually sent him twenty texts before nine, but there was nothing since last night. He swiped over to his email, which only boasted a handful of unread emails. A sense of dread crept over him as he tried to refresh, only to get a spinning icon that rang with false promise.

With dawning horror, Seto said, “There’s no signal out here.”

Pegasus trailed off mid-sentence as he turned around to look at him. He noted the very expensive brick in Seto’s hands.

“Oh, no,” he said, as an afterthought. “There’s no towers for miles. I’m told in the mountains there’s more luck, but we still use the landlines around here.”

Seto stared at him. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m afraid so.” He let out a sigh. “Your office must have some work around, I’m sure. For now you’ll have to enjoy our rustic hospitality.”

He kept walking, crossing the short bridge over the river to where the Kaiba Mart sat, and Seto had no choice but to follow after. He clutched his phone in his hand like an injured baby bird in hopes that it would come alive again.

The Kaiba Mart sat in stark contrast to the picturesque nature around them. It’s white and blue walls were modern and clean, and its windowless exterior made it seem like an alien obelisk left behind. They crossed through the sliding doors, and at once the natural sounds of wind rustling through trees and the babbling of the brook and tweeting of birds were replaced with tinny elevator music and the hum of AC. Rows of shelving sat neatly with the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. A bored looking girl sat at the register while a handful of employees restocked. It was practically busy compared to the rest of town, with people shopping up and down the aisles. Across from the registers was a customer service desk where a man stood to attention, making their way to them.

“I believe you’re in your world now, Kaiba-boy,” Pegasus said. “If there’s anything else I can do for you, I’m never hard to find.”

He ambled away before Seto could protest the sudden familiar nickname, and he was quickly accosted by the manager, who offered a thorough handshake he was forced to escape from. His suit and clean cut hair was closer to the Kaiba Corp goons he was used to dealing with. Seto tried to remember his name from the file and was saved the hassle.

“My name is Roland, sir,” he said. “I’m grateful for the chance to assist you.”

“Right.” Seto didn’t bother introducing himself. He glanced around the grocers and didn’t miss the interest a few employees were paying him. “I assume there’s an office I can set up in.”

“Of course. Right away.”

The back of the Kaiba Mart was roomier than expected, which Seto was grateful for. The employee area was clean and empty, a small TV next to a table playing the weather report. Roland’s office had a single window to look out at any slackers and free of any personal items except for a single kitschy palm tree from the Kuriboh Desert. The rest was storage, and then a room that had been cleaned out and outfitted with a desk and the usual Kaiba Mart motivational posters and metal shelves with binders and blueprints. A stark white light illuminated the space. It smelled faintly of bleach. Seto left the door open for fear it was not as well ventilated as it appeared.

Seto knew going in that there was a plan in place. A small version of KC’s headquarters would be built on land in Kokoro Town, which would open up all of the valley to expansion. Apparently finding the land to build on was the first roadblock. The woods were protected, the mountains deemed unsafe, and there was a full envelope of angry letters from one Solomon Muto in which he expressed with certainty that his farm was not for sale. The only viable property was an abandoned community center, which had a lot of legal red tape around it. Still, Kaiba Corp’s lawyers were fastidious and their pockets bottomless. Roland explained in excruciating detail the issues they’d faced in securing even a construction site, and Seto only stopped him when he got to the biggest sticking point.

“What the hell do you mean by ‘community leadership support’?” he asked.

Roland pointed to the legal papers amid the many files. “Because it’s the property of the town, Kaiba Corp can’t just purchase it. There are five community leaders that need to vote in order for them to give the property over to us. And right now only the mayor is giving us his support.”

Seto narrowed his eyes a the papers in front of him as though they were hiding their secrets. “So in order to get this entire project started, we need to convince four other people that letting Kaiba Corp into their town is a good idea. How do we do that?”

“I think,” he said nervously, “that’s why you’re here.”

Seto continued to focus his gaze on the items in front of him, even as weight pressed down on his chest. This hadn’t been in that nicely detailed file, which meant Noah wanted it to be a surprise. He sent him here, this remote town with no contact to the outside world, in order to play nice with a bunch of country hicks who managed to own enough property to be a thorn in his side. Seto prided himself on a lot of things--his work ethic, his bullheadedness, his ability to get things done--but his people skills had never been his strong suit. His usual methods of brute force and intimidation might not be the appropriate move here.

He sunk his head into his hands. “There has to be some loophole.”

“I’m afraid not,” Roland said.

“Then there has to be another town,” Seto groaned. “One with bribable officials.”

“This is the only foot in the door Kaiba Corp has ever managed.”

“Fantastic.”

Of course, Noah had chosen him for this job. All he had to do was make some friends.

[philadelvia]

The Dream

In my 40s, I want to wake up every morning in a healthy family, prepare breakfast for my husband and kids. Having breakfast together, giving them affirmation that will boost their confidence to conquer the world, then performing our each given role on Earth daily. My husband drives me to office, takes the kids to their schools, then goes to his work.

He has a secured and progressive career in the field that actualizes his competence and benefits many people. As a top university graduate, he leads the team wisely. Growing a big and bigger team, and improving their lives as well as his. He's a natural born leader whose brilliance is adored by not only his family, but also many people who's impacted by his work. A responsible man that has no reluctance to go extra mile for his family, and for many people who trust him. A man of his words. A visioner and exceptional father figure. A loving and loyal husband of mine. 

And I live my life as a Vice President in Corporate Real Estate Department in a multinational corporation. Managing a team of more than 20s people who is responsible for the whole premises of the corporate. A leader who masters Project Management and Property Management strongly. As well as a career mentor that is capable to develop both technical and soft skill of her team members. A social person who has excellent social skill with the line managers, the peers, and the subordinates. Living my dream career as well as my dream as a loving mother.

We have 2 children, 1 boy and 1 girl who grow as smart children with good personality, as well as good skill of critical thinking and problem solving. The kids' blue prints and talents are revealed during the first years of their lives, so me and my husband as their parents could prepare the best support for them during their early stage of life. They grow with excellent academical competence and also special skill in art. The boy is good at math, sport, and music. He loves to play guitar and sings a song together with me, his mother. The girl is an awesome science enjoyer, as well as a great artist. She loves to hunt sunset photographs with his father, then paint it on canvas beautifully.

On the weekend, we all (father, mother, son, and daughter) love to cook together our favorite dish and spend quality time together. A grateful family with great bonding which the parents are willing to do whatever it takes to make the kids happy and succeed in life.

We also love to spend dinner together. The moment that the kids could casually talk about daily matter and share their daily struggle. Then the listening parents will help them brainstorming the solutions. And on the other days, we will go travel the world to know life better from different perspectives. This habit is made since both me and my husband are lifelong learner who loves to find the answers during the journey. 

Me and my husband are soul connected. We choose each other at the age when we don't even need each other. We're both fully functioning as human being on our own. We're together because we love each other and want to continue this life together. Because after the day we meet, sky gets brighter, life burden becomes lighter, future doesn't look as scary as it did, hence we know that we no longer want to live this life alone anymore. We vibe on the same frequency. We find 'home' and peace in each other. We literally can talk about everything, from random meme we found online, to in-depth discussion about countries' history. We are the ideal and equal match for each other. We're compatible in almost every aspects of our lives, especially in the way of worshipping Allah, in becoming the best parents our kids deserve to have, and in being beneficial human being. We choose to be together because we admire each other since day 1, and spending the rest of our life with this specific person would be such an honorable opportunity that we simply do not want to miss. And choosing each other turns out to be the best decision we've ever made in life. Because both of us never stop growing to be better everyday, and consciously choose to stick together for the rest of our life.

What a beautiful way to live life gratefully.

May Allah grant my wishes.

Aamiin Ya Rabbal Alamiin.

29 Ramadan 1444,

DS

[sofia1452]

10 Reasons Why Girls Headbands Are a Timeless Must-Have for Teens

Fashion trends may shift with the seasons, but some accessories have an enduring charm. Girls' headbands are one such staple that has stood the test of time. Whether it’s for a school event, a casual outing, or a special occasion, headbands remain a favorite go-to for teens everywhere. They’re not just about utility; they’re about style, confidence, and creativity. Let’s dive deeper into ten reasons why girls' headbands continue to be an indispensable accessory for teenagers.

1. Instant Style Boost

Imagine waking up late and having just a few minutes to get ready. Panic sets in as you realize you don’t have time to style your hair. Enter the headband—a quick yet effective solution to upgrade your look. A simple satin bow headband can instantly add polish to any outfit, while a bold printed headband can make a statement all on its own. The versatility of headbands allows teens to look stylish with minimal effort, making them a go-to accessory for those rushed mornings.

From casual jeans and a T-shirt to a party dress, headbands can elevate any outfit. It’s no wonder they’ve become a fashion savior for teens looking to add flair to their look without much hassle.

2. Easy to Use

One of the most significant advantages of headbands is their simplicity. There’s no need for intricate styling tools or products—just pop one on, and you’re good to go. For teens with a packed schedule, this convenience is priceless. Whether heading to school, sports practice, or a hangout with friends, headbands are an effortless way to keep hair in place while looking chic.

Unlike hairstyles that require precision and time, headbands deliver a polished appearance in seconds. Plus, they eliminate the need for constant touch-ups throughout the day.

3. Versatile for Any Occasion

Headbands are incredibly adaptable, making them suitable for any event. For a casual day out, a colorful and playful headband can add a fun touch to a simple outfit. On the other hand, a sleek and elegant satin or pearl-trimmed headband is perfect for formal occasions like family dinners or school events.

The sheer variety of styles, from floral designs to velvet finishes, ensures there’s a headband for every mood and moment. Teens can seamlessly transition their look from day to night with the right headband choice.

4. Encourages Creativity

Fashion is an expression of personality, and headbands offer endless possibilities for creativity. Teens can experiment with mixing and matching headbands with different outfits, colors, and patterns. A bold polka-dot headband paired with a striped dress can make a playful statement, while a monochrome headband can keep the look subtle and chic.

Headbands also allow teens to explore their style identity. Whether they prefer bohemian vibes, classic elegance, or quirky trends, headbands are an excellent medium for self-expression.

5. Affordable Fashion

In the world of ever-changing trends, keeping up with fashion can get expensive. However, headbands offer an affordable way to refresh a wardrobe. With countless designs, materials, and price points available, teens can build a diverse collection of headbands without breaking the bank.

Unlike other fashion accessories that may require significant investment, headbands provide a budget-friendly option to stay on-trend. Whether you’re looking for a luxurious velvet piece or a cute everyday accessory, there’s a headband to suit every budget.

6. Keeps Hair in Place

Practicality meets style with headbands. For active teens, managing unruly hair can be a challenge. Headbands not only add a fashionable touch but also serve the functional purpose of keeping hair out of the face during various activities.

Whether it’s a sports practice, study session, or outdoor adventure, headbands ensure that hair stays in place without compromising on style. Parents also appreciate this dual functionality, as it reduces the time spent fixing hairstyles throughout the day.

7. Wide Range of Styles

The diversity in headband designs is truly astounding. From simple satin bows to intricate beaded pieces, there’s a headband for every personality and occasion. Teens who love bold statements can opt for vibrant patterns and textures, while those who prefer minimalistic aesthetics can choose neutral tones and classic shapes.

Haloluxe, for example, offers a curated range of girls' headbands that cater to various styles. Their Scalloped Satin Baby Bow Headband exudes elegance, while the Unicorn Magic Mini Headband adds a playful and whimsical touch. This variety ensures that every teen can find a headband that resonates with their unique style.

8. Comfortable to Wear

Gone are the days when headbands were associated with discomfort. Modern designs prioritize comfort with soft materials, adjustable fits, and lightweight constructions. Teens can wear them for hours without experiencing pinching or headaches.

Haloluxe headbands are crafted with care to ensure maximum comfort. They use high-quality fabrics and thoughtful designs to create accessories that not only look great but also feel great to wear.

9. Complements All Hairstyles

One of the most remarkable features of headbands is their compatibility with various hairstyles. Whether a teen prefers a sleek ponytail, voluminous curls, or loose waves, a headband can complement and enhance the overall look.

For short hair, thin and delicate headbands add a touch of elegance. For long hair, bold and chunky headbands can make a statement. Curly or textured hair pairs beautifully with elastic or fabric headbands, which blend seamlessly with natural textures.

10. Encourages Confidence

Fashion has the power to boost confidence, and headbands are no exception. A stylish headband can make a teen feel more put-together, enhancing their self-esteem. Knowing they look great gives them the confidence to take on the day, whether it’s acing a presentation at school or hanging out with friends.

Haloluxe headbands, in particular, are designed to inspire confidence. Their attention to detail, quality, and style ensures that every teen feels special wearing them.

Why Choose Haloluxe?

When it comes to girls' headbands, Haloluxe stands out for its commitment to comfort, style, and quality. Their collection features a diverse range of options that cater to every personality and occasion. Whether your teen prefers elegant satin bows, quirky prints, or timeless velvet designs, Haloluxe has something for everyone.

What sets Haloluxe apart is its dedication to creating headbands that are not just accessories but expressions of individuality. Each piece is carefully crafted to blend aesthetics with functionality, ensuring that teens look and feel their best.

Conclusion

Girls' headbands are more than just an accessory—they’re a statement. From adding instant style to simplifying hair management, headbands offer a unique combination of practicality and fashion. Their versatility, affordability, and comfort make them a timeless choice for teens everywhere.

If you’re looking for high-quality and trendy headbands, explore the Haloluxe collection today. With options ranging from playful designs to elegant classics, you’re sure to find the perfect headband to suit your teen’s personality and style. Shop now and discover the magic of Haloluxe!

[coastalcouture]

Trend Alert: Fashion-Forward Beach Accessories

As the sun-soaked season nears, tips for styling swimwear for beach photoshoots become essential for capturing the perfect shot. Cutting-edge beach accessories, from chic hats to bold sunglasses and unique sarongs, offer a fresh twist on seaside style. These trendy pieces can effortlessly revamp your beach look and elevate your swimwear ensemble from ordinary to extraordinary. Discover how incorporating these stylish accessories can enhance your beach outfit and ensure you look picture-perfect in every shot.

Key Takeaways

Incorporate statement sunglasses for a trendy touch.

Opt for a chic beach tote to elevate your beach look.

Layered necklaces add a stylish flair to your outfit.

Choose a wide-brimmed hat for sun protection and style.

Stylish sarongs are versatile beach accessories for a fashion-forward look.

Beach Photoshoot Styling Essentials

When preparing for a beach photoshoot, selecting the right accessories can elevate your swimwear ensemble to a whole new level of style and sophistication. Statement sunglasses, a wide-brimmed hat, and a chic beach tote are must-haves for a trendy look. Add layered necklaces or a stylish sarong to complete your outfit. These essentials will make you stand out and feel like a beach fashion icon.

Choosing the Perfect Swimwear

Choosing the perfect swimwear that complements your body shape and personal style is crucial for achieving a stylish and confident beach look. Embrace high-waisted bottoms for a retro feel, or go for a trendy one-shoulder swimsuit. Bold prints and vibrant colors can add a playful touch, while classic black or white options exude elegance. Remember, the ideal swimwear boosts your confidence and guarantees you stand out effortlessly.

Accessorizing for the Camera

Enhancing your beach photoshoot with carefully selected accessories can elevate your overall look and capture the essence of effortless style. Consider adding oversized sunglasses, a wide-brimmed hat, layered necklaces, or statement earrings to bring a touch of glamour to your beach ensemble. Don't forget a chic beach bag or a fun printed scarf to add personality to your photos. These accessories will make your beach shots truly Instagram-worthy.

Poses and Angles for Beach Shots

Elevating the appeal of your beach photoshoot involves mastering the art of striking poses and enchanting angles to showcase your swimwear ensemble in its best light. Experiment with poses like the classic hand-on-hip, or a playful twirl in the sand. Opt for angles that capture the sunlight glistening on the waves or the palm trees swaying in the background. Let your personality shine through in every pose and angle you choose.

Lighting and Location Tips

For alluring beach photos that exude style and sophistication, careful consideration of lighting and location is paramount. Opt for early mornings or late afternoons for soft, flattering light. Seek out spots with minimal crowds and stunning natural backdrops like cliffs or palm trees. Experiment with backlighting for a dreamy effect, or shoot against the sun for a bold silhouette. Remember, the right lighting and location can elevate your beach photos to editorial-worthy status.

Conclusion

To sum up, staying on top of the latest beach fashion trends is key to creating stunning seaside photoshoots. By incorporating statement accessories, stylish swimwear, and strategic posing techniques, you can elevate your beach looks and capture Instagram-worthy moments with confidence. Don't be afraid to experiment with different styles and trends to showcase your unique personality and fashion sense in your beach photoshoots. Stay fashionable, stay trendy, and make a splash with your beach accessories!

[zzoobi]

Men's Premium Fit Boxer Shorts

Introduction:

In the realm of men’s underwear, comfort is king. And when it comes to achieving the perfect balance of comfort and style, men’s premium fit boxer shorts stand out as the epitome of excellence. Crafted with meticulous attention to detail and designed to provide optimal support and freedom of movement, these boxer shorts offer an unparalleled wearing experience for the modern man. Join us as we delve into the world of men’s premium fit boxer shorts, exploring their features, benefits, and why they’re a must-have addition to any wardrobe.

The Evolution of Men’s Underwear:

To truly appreciate the significance of men’s premium fit boxer shorts, it’s essential to understand the evolution of men’s underwear. From primitive loincloths to the advent of modern boxers and briefs, underwear has undergone significant transformations throughout history. However, it wasn’t until the emergence of premium fit boxer shorts that men were able to experience the ultimate in comfort and support.

Features of Premium Fit Boxer Shorts:

What sets men’s premium fit boxer shorts apart from their counterparts? Let’s take a closer look at some of the key features that make them a standout choice for discerning gentlemen:

Superior Fabric: Men’s Premium fit boxer shorts are crafted from high-quality fabrics such as cotton, modal, or bamboo viscose. These materials are chosen for their softness, breathability, and moisture-wicking properties, ensuring maximum comfort throughout the day.

Tailored Fit: Unlike traditional boxers that may be baggy or restrictive, premium fit boxer shorts are designed to provide a tailored fit that conforms to the body’s contours without feeling constricting. This tailored fit ensures optimal support and freedom of movement, allowing you to go about your daily activities with ease.

Reinforced Waistband: The waistband of Men’s Premium Fit Boxer Shorts is reinforced to provide ample support and prevent rolling or bunching throughout the day. Whether you’re sitting at your desk or hitting the gym, you can trust that your boxer shorts will stay in place, ensuring a comfortable fit at all times.

Seamless Construction: Men’s premium fit boxer shorts feature seamless construction, eliminating the discomfort of chafing or irritation that can occur with traditional seams. This seamless design enhances overall comfort and ensures a smooth, flattering fit under clothing.

Stylish Designs: While comfort is paramount, premium fit boxer shorts also boast stylish designs that allow you to express your personal sense of style. Whether you prefer classic solids, bold patterns, or sophisticated prints, there’s a premium fit boxer style to suit every taste.

Benefits of Premium Fit Boxer Shorts:

Investing in premium fit boxer shorts offers a multitude of benefits that extend far beyond mere comfort. Here are just a few reasons why they’re worth adding to your underwear drawer:

Enhanced Comfort: The soft, breathable fabrics and tailored fit of premium fit boxer shorts provide unparalleled comfort that lasts all day long. Say goodbye to uncomfortable bunching, pinching, or riding up — with premium fit boxer shorts, you’ll feel comfortable and confident from morning until night.

Improved Support: Premium fit boxer shorts offer superior support for the delicate anatomy, providing a snug yet gentle hold that keeps everything in place without feeling restrictive. Whether you’re at work, at the gym, or simply relaxing at home, you can trust that your boxer shorts will provide the support you need.

Increased Confidence: When you feel comfortable and supported, it naturally boosts your confidence levels. With premium fit boxer shorts, you can step out into the world with confidence, knowing that you’re dressed in underwear that looks and feels great.

Durability: Premium fit boxer shorts are built to last, with high-quality materials and expert craftsmanship ensuring long-lasting wearability. Unlike cheaper alternatives that may lose their shape or elasticity over time, premium fit boxer shorts retain their fit and comfort wash after wash.

Versatility: Whether you’re dressing for a formal occasion or a casual day out, premium fit boxer shorts are a versatile choice that pairs seamlessly with any outfit. From tailored trousers to relaxed jeans, you can trust that your boxer shorts will provide the perfect foundation for your look.

Conclusion,

Men’s premium fit boxer shorts represent the pinnacle of comfort, style, and functionality in the world of underwear. With their superior fabrics, tailored fit, and attention to detail, they offer a wearing experience that is second to none. Whether you’re a seasoned aficionado or new to the world of premium underwear, investing in a few pairs of men’s premium fit boxer shorts is sure to elevate your comfort and confidence to new heights.

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Why You Need Women Active Wear Sets in Your Wardrobe

Are you tired of wearing the same old boring clothes to the gym? Do you want to feel stylish and confident while working out? Well, look no further because women active wear sets are here to revolutionize your wardrobe! Gone are the days of wearing ill-fitting t-shirts and baggy sweatpants to the gym. With workout sets for women, you can now look fashionable and feel comfortable at the same time. These activewear sets are designed specifically for women who lead an active lifestyle and want to look their best while breaking a sweat.

One of the main reasons why you need women active wear sets in your wardrobe is the comfort they provide. These sets are made from high-quality materials that are breathable and stretchy, allowing you to move freely during your workout. Whether you're doing yoga, running on the treadmill, or lifting weights, these activewear sets will keep you cool and comfortable throughout your exercise routine. No more worrying about sweat stains or uncomfortable fabric rubbing against your skin. With workout sets for women, you can focus solely on your fitness goals without any distractions.

Another reason why women active wear sets are a must-have in your wardrobe is the versatility they offer. These sets come in a variety of styles, colors, and patterns, allowing you to express your personal style while working out. From bold and vibrant prints to sleek and minimalistic designs, there's a workout set for every taste and preference. You can mix and match different tops and bottoms to create unique combinations that suit your mood and personality. Whether you prefer a matching set or want to experiment with different colors, activewear for women gives you endless possibilities to showcase your individuality.

Furthermore, women active wear sets are not just limited to the gym. They can be worn for various other activities as well. Whether you're going for a hike, running errands, or simply lounging around at home, these sets are perfect for all-day comfort and style. The soft and stretchy fabric of activewear sets makes them ideal for any kind of physical activity or even for just relaxing on a lazy day. With workout sets for women, you can seamlessly transition from your morning workout to running errands without having to change your clothes.

Last but not least, women active wear sets are designed to boost your confidence and motivate you to achieve your fitness goals. When you look good, you feel good, and this applies to your workout attire as well. Wearing stylish activewear that fits you perfectly will instantly make you feel more confident and motivated during your workouts. It will give you that extra push to push yourself harder and reach new heights in your fitness journey. With workout sets for women, you can not only achieve your health and fitness goals but also look fabulous while doing so.

In conclusion, it's clear why women active wear sets are a must-have in every woman's wardrobe. From the comfort they provide to the versatility they offer, there are countless reasons why these sets are worth investing in. So say goodbye to those old, worn-out gym clothes and say hello to stylish activewear that will make you look and feel amazing!

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Mix and Match: Creating Versatile Outfits with Jumpsuits

Discover the ultimate fashion solution — jumpsuits! Combining style and comfort, jumpsuits are the go-to choice for modern women with busy lives and dynamic fashion tastes. Comfy Jumpsuits has curated a collection that’s as diverse as your lifestyle, whether you’re a professional, an explorer, a trendsetter, or a party lover.

1. Daytime Delights:

Chic Morning to Night: Transform a floral jumpsuit from sunlit brunch to a dazzling night out with a denim jacket swap and wedges.

Casual Charm: Nail daytime vibes with a comfy jumpsuit, sneakers, and a sun hat for that perfect laid-back look.

Elevated Elegance: Add flair with statement accessories and heels — your go-to combo for an evening rendezvous.

2. Workplace Wonders:

Power Play: Conquer the office in a solid jumpsuit, cinched with a belt and layered under a sharp blazer.

Desk to Dinner: Unleash your inner fashionista — lose the blazer, opt for bold jewelry, and you’re set for after-hours glam.

Confidence Boost: Walk tall, exuding sophistication and style, as your jumpsuit effortlessly adapts to any professional setting.

3. Adventures in Style:

Wrinkle-Free Wonders: Travel-friendly jumpsuits keep you looking fresh, no matter how long the journey.

From Plane to Picturesque: Slip into a jumpsuit that screams style after a tiring flight, ready to explore new vistas.

Accessorize Your Way: Elevate your travel look with a pendant necklace or a breezy scarf for that perfect Instagram shot.

4. Influencing the Gram:

Influencer Collabs: Join hands with Comfy Jumpsuits to curate collections that speak to your unique style.

Strut Your Story: Play with daring cuts or patterns, and make every post a fashion statement that resonates.

Accessorize and Shine: Elevate your jumpsuit game by experimenting with accessories, giving your followers fashion goals.

5. Festive and Fabulous:

Shine Bright: Own the spotlight at parties with sequins, bold prints, and trendsetting jumpsuits.

Dance the Night Away: Effortlessly groove to the music while looking stunning in jumpsuits designed for celebrations.

Glam It Up: Complete the look with shimmering makeup and let your jumpsuit do the talking at every event.

Elevate your style with jumpsuits that effortlessly blend versatility and comfort. Comfy Jumpsuits brings you a collection that resonates with your lifestyle — a collection that speaks to the modern woman’s need for adaptable and fashionable clothing. Dive into the world of mix and match and craft outfits that match your mood and ambition. Ready to transform your wardrobe? Explore Comfy Jumpsuits’ diverse collection today and unlock the potential of versatile dressing. From casual chic to elegant sophistication, there’s a jumpsuit for every occasion. Start mixing, matching, and creating outfits that tell your story!