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[art-of-aiso]

K-Town Pizza, October 23’

Taken in Nikon FM2 using Kodak Gold

Forgot to post something on Friday, oopsie.

Here’s a shot from the only pizza place I go to in this Italian-majority town of like three maybe four pizza shops.

I never noticed the neon signs but it looked cute. I need to come back here when it’s night time.

~A.

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[sunaluv]

WAGs

WAG: A wife or girlfriend of a sports star

Featuring: k.sakusa, r.suna

[ushijima,atsumu] vers.

Note: happy new year! I love how I posted like 5 things then dipped but I wanted to write some more on here 😭 enjoy!

Sakusa:

You had met sakusa whilst he was making a name for himself. He wasn’t as big as he was now, but his name would be floating around the internet somewhere.

That’s actually how you first saw him. One of your friends had shared a photo of his in a groupchat, and the whole chat was going crazy over this insanely hot insanely talented upcoming volleyball star.

Of course you found him attractive, but you were absolutely certain he would be yours. There was no mindless attraction. You geniuinely believed your friend had just send your future husband directly to you.

She kinda did tho

Flash forward a couple months, you were doing some early morning shopping as one does. The store was quieter, everything’s was in stock. It was perfect. It was SO PERFECT.

because just as you were picking out snacks for your apartment, you saw a masked man dressed in a black hoodie that may have been a bit to small for him, seeing as you could make out the definitions of his muscles through the fabric.

You knew that man from anywhere, after all you had only been dreaming of him for the past few months.

Not wasting this opportunity, you bravely approached him, making small talk about the stuff you were buying.

‘This was no one and done situation though, ‘you thought.

The next store runs, you slowly grew closer, sometimes going to the shop only to talk to him.

He eventually gained the courage to ask you on a date and from there your relationship progressed until you took his last name.

By now, sakusa was bringing in BANK, not that that was the reason you were with him but still.

He vowed to spoil you like you deserved whilst you were in the talking phase, and boy did he keep his promise.

Eventually, you quit your job after your husbands persistent pleads that he makes enough money to support the both of you. All you had to do was support him in his games.

And with your new free time, you were seen at the majority of them, looking pretty on the Jumbotron with your hair done, dressed to the t with the finest jewelry, the most noticable one being the gold necklace with his jersey number on it that sat in between your collarbones.

Naturally, you gained your own cult following on social media, and you were often photographed at games and events due to your great fashion sense.

Speaking of

You met the rest of kiyoomi’s team at an MSBY exclusive event, aswell as the other wives and girlfriends of the players.

Sakusa loves you dearly and will spoil you at every given chance.

SUNA

You and suna were highschool sweethearts

You had supported him ever since the inarizaki days and continue to to so as he plays for EJP.

People have known about you for YEARS. It was almost like you grew as he did.

But it was mainly because he still has the cheesy romantic highlights of you from inarizaki, so as he gained more followers, more people viewed the highlights.

Even if they didn’t, his actual feed is full of pictures of you.

When it comes to spoiling you, he sees gift giving as more as a thank you or appreciation for sticking with him all these years, because you played a big part in shaping his career too, looking after him when he didn’t.

That being said he really does appreciate you, shown by the various Swarovski crystals adorning your neck and wrists, the sleek sports cars he bought for you claiming ‘they’re our children’, or the random, but costly furniture you obsess over dotted around your shared penthouse.

The man introduced you into a world of luxury and endless princess treatment, and vowed to never take you out of it.

[polo-drone-055]

The Golden Army meets The Polo Drones: Part 1

Written at the command of and in collaboration with @hypnogold

Sitting in a coffee shop looking stressed is Richard the captain of the Golden Army Football Club.

Richard calls a close confidant. His stress getting the best of him Richard is speaking loudly.

“It was worse than you can imagine.”

“No! The Silver Collective didn’t win the match. We gave it to them on their own silver platter. We weren’t united. We lacked focus. Had no energy. What’s worse is that this was predictable. I should have acted sooner.”

"Yeah, I saw the red flags. The past few weeks I noticed the Bros off the field were eating rich foods at restaurants, smoking, attending all the festivals and going to late night movies."

"They were beginning to sleep in, miss workouts, and spend more time talking about their accomplishments on the pitch than actually focusing on their drills. I used our beach outing to try and bring back discipline, unity, and ambition. Obviously it didn’t work."

"Then there is our new wingback. Christian! #55."

"I have no idea what to do with that situation."

"If most of the team is losing focus he is overly ambitious. You saw how he stayed up too often, despite my instructions, allowed space out wide for Silver to fill letting them score and losing us the match."

"Now the media and fans are out for him. The headlines are nonstop: “Christian is worthless!” “Sack #55!" “This guy is crap!” The fans throw beer, food, drinks and all sorts of stuff at him. When out about the city he is constantly cursed at."

"He feels awful and has apologized repeatedly to the Bros."

"Christian is working extra hard to refine his skills but does not seem to be improving. No matter how much I and the Bros encourage him, work with him, and give him shoulders to lean on things are not changing."

"Bro, thanks for letting me get this off my chest. You’re the best."

"No, I’m not giving up. We will rise and conquer. We are Golden strong! Later Bro!"

As Richard finishes the call a man who had been standing at the counter behind him approaches saying “Excuse me, I could not help but hear your conversation.”

Startled by the interruption Richard looks up and is taken aback by the man wearing a black Fred Perry polo with distinctive yellow details including a laurel wreath embroidered on the chest with the top button fastened. The fabric had a glossy sheen to it, almost rubbery or latex-like.

Dazed, Richard responds “What?”

“I heard your conversation and can feel your frustration. I know you are trying your hardest.”

Staring at the polo and only half listening Richard mumbles “Yeah Bro”

“Your Golden Army Club is top of the league.”

Richard nods.

While speaking the man sits down and touches Richard whose golden spiral appears in his eyes.

“Everything will work out. It will be okay.”

As Richard’s arm and gold jersey brush against the polo a warmth and peace comes over him. His golden spiral which had been dim begins to brighten.

“We can help you be more focused, more intense, more synchronized. Your mates will once again work as a team, a unit. You will not be defeated again. Feel your confidence return.”

The man moves closer so that more of the smooth slick sheen of the polo is rubbing against Richard who can’t resist running his palms over it. The feel is tantalizing.

“Yes, feel it. Feel the intensity come over you. Do you like how it feels?"

"Yeah Bro," Richard says with more focus and intensity.

"I have another one you want it?" The man holds out the polo for Richard to see.

"Feel it. Feel the strength, confidence and conviction exuding from it. Imagine possessing all those traits yourself forever."

Without hesitation Richard viciously grabs the polo and puts it on. The immediate sensation of being tightly wrapped and constricted is immense. The smooth slick surface feels both isolating and sensual.

"Oh Bro!!!!" Richard exclaims running his hands all over his torso experiencing sensations as never before. “We will improve. We will grow” His voice becoming monotone and robotic as he speaks. “We will defeat. We will improve. We will grow. We will defeat.

With every repetition Richard’s strength, confidence and conviction deepens. The gold within accepts that to be on the top, to be the best it must be more focused, more intense, more synchronized. It must unite with polo.

Totally in sync with absolute confidence and conviction of their purpose the two leave the coffee shop heading for Club Pulse where Christian is waiting.

[leveloneandup]

U.S. Soccer World Champion Tobin Heath on Her Love of Cycling

What happens when a two-time Olympic gold medalist, two-time FIFA World Cup Champion, and U.S. Women’s National Soccer Team member decides to take up cycling? For one thing, the spandex really throw her off at first.

But that didn’t stop Tobin Heath from falling in love with life on two wheels, first at the spin studio rehabbing an injury, then on the roads around Los Angeles, and finally, riding around with the Canyon//SRAM team as they did a reconnaissance ride of stage two of the Tour de France Femmes. She even hosted interviews with pros like Demi Vollering and Kasia Niewiadoma with Strava during the Tour.

We wanted to hear how Heath found herself fully committed to the bike life, what she learned from the pros, and how she believes that the more we watch women's bike racing, the better on the bike we can become. Here are her top tips when it comes to getting started with cycling.

Ride With Others

“Until I did the ride with Canyon//SRAM, I had done most of my riding alone,” Heath says. “I realized on that ride that it’s amazing to just feel like part of a team. I play a team sport, obviously, so I’m used to putting on the uniform and getting into that team setting, so even putting on the team kit felt really natural for me. I do think it helps you become a better rider when you can ride with other people—and they don’t have to be pros.”

Try Before You Buy

Buying your first bike can be incredibly intimidating, especially if you’re not sure what kind of riding you really want to do. Road? Gravel? Mountain bike? Basic commuting around town? It may be helpful to borrow a bike from a similar-sized friend, hit up demo days at local bike shops, or even spend the money to rent a couple of different bikes to test out what type of biking feels fun to you.

That’s what Heath did: When she decided to try riding outside, she asked a friend if she could borrow her gravel bike to test out in the mountains around Santa Monica, California.

A few rides later, and she was hooked—but she was happy she tested the bike before committing. “It’s an expensive sport and the gear is really intense when you first get started!” she says. “I was thankful that I was able to test it out before I fully bought in.”

Find Your Local Community

“That’s one of the most special parts about cycling: the community,” Heath says. “It’s such a community-focused sport. In Los Angeles, there are so many clubs and groups and rides that you can jump into and meet new people if you don’t already know other cyclists, and even if you don’t always want to ride with a group, it’s a great way to get started since you can find out about the best spots to ride and ask tons of questions.”

While she’s not sticking to any specific training plan or considering turning pro on the bike anytime soon, Heath now rides a few times a week, mixing indoor and outdoor rides, as well as solo and group rides depending on her hectic travel schedule.

Ride Outside

While Heath started riding indoors as a way to rehab a soccer injury, she fell in love with cycling when she got outside. “Getting outdoors that just was the game changer,” she says. “I remember the first time I came home from a three-hour ride in the mountains, and my partner was just like, ‘I haven’t seen you look that happy in a long time.’ That feeling of freedom was just something that I couldn’t get from riding inside.”

Buy a Chamois

New cyclists may feel a little sheepish donning a full spandex kit, but Heath is here to tell you that it is a game-changer. “It’s so funny, I remember looking at other people wearing cycling kits and thinking it was really silly to wear that if you’re not a pro. I just assumed it wasn’t necessary. And then I got a cycling kit and I understood,” Heath laughs. “Wearing the kit obviously is super functional when you’re riding, so you can put stuff in your jersey pockets and the saddle is much more comfortable with the padded shorts—you wouldn’t survive a long ride without it—but it also changed the way I saw myself as a cyclist. It makes you feel fast.”

Share Your Progress

Your journey matters more than you think. Heath has become a big fan of Strava in recent months—it serves as an online version of a community, allows you to track your own progress on the bike, and lets you see how people similar to you (or the top pros) are training.

“When I started riding, I was so inspired by seeing what other riders were doing,” she says. “I find that if you see it, you want to do it. And I love seeing all different levels of riders sharing what they’re doing, because I think that helps motivate even more people. A lot of people, especially women, will see what the pros are doing and feel like it’s not achievable, because they can’t visualize themselves training like that. But if they can see someone who looks like them posting rides, they see that it’s possible.”

Watch Women’s Cycling to Get Better

While watching a race like the Tour de France Femmes avec Zwift is simply fun and entertaining, you can also watch it for some valuable tips, says Heath. Look closely at how the riders set themselves up to take a corner smoothly, or how close they’re drafting each other. Check out how they’re positioning their bodies to maximize power output on the climbs.

While you may not be as vast as Vollering or Niewiadoma, you can still learn a lot from them. “Not only is it going to inspire you to go out and ride, you’re going to learn a lot about cycling just by being a fan of the sport,” Heath says.

Seriously, Ride With Friends

“When I first started, the women I knew who rode were serious riders,” says Heath. “They kept inviting me out to ride, and I would say, ‘No, I’m not ready yet.’ But I was ready and they absolutely would have made space for me even if I wasn’t as fast. Cycling is super inclusive if you want to be part of a community. And if the worst case is that you’re left behind on a hill, who cares? Even if you start a ride with friends and split up part way through, it’s much more fun and you really do get better when you have those other women around you.”

[hypnogold]

The Golden Shift

Goldmarkt wasn’t always the sleek, upscale supermarket it was today. Years ago, it had been an ordinary grocery store, known for its fair prices and friendly atmosphere. Families came for their weekly shopping, greeted by employees in simple uniforms. The store had a mix of men and women, and everyone worked well together.

But things changed when GoldCorp, a mysterious corporate entity, bought the chain. The original owners were quietly replaced, and whispers spread among the staff about a new direction for the store. That’s when Richard arrived.

Richard was sent to oversee the transformation of Goldmarkt. His methods were subtle at first—just small changes, like improving efficiency and updating technology. But beneath the surface, there was a more sinister plan in motion. GoldCorp had discovered something powerful: the allure of gold. Not just as a symbol of wealth, but as a tool for control. The gold in the uniforms and décor was imbued with subliminal cues, designed to break down resistance and foster total loyalty.

When Richard arrived, he immediately began making sweeping changes. The employees noticed how sharply dressed he was—his uniform was nothing like theirs. Richard wore a shiny metallic golden AC Milan soccer jersey over a crisp white button-up shirt, with a bold red-and-black striped tie. The golden jersey caught the light, making him seem larger than life. Every detail of his appearance was perfect, from the way his tie was knotted to the way the gold on his sleeves shimmered under the store’s fluorescent lights.

Richard’s first order of business was to introduce a new system for organizing the store. “We need to make Goldmarkt a symbol of excellence,” he said in a meeting. “Efficiency, order, and discipline are key. We’ll begin by assigning each of you to the departments that suit you best.”

It all seemed reasonable enough, but the employees soon found out that Richard’s “assignments” were anything but ordinary.

The test was mandatory. Each employee, from cashiers to stock clerks, was called into Richard’s office to take it. The questions seemed harmless at first, but as they went on, they became more personal.

“How do you feel about wearing uniforms?”

“How much do you value structure and hierarchy in the workplace?”

“How proud would you feel representing Goldmarkt in gold?”

The answers didn’t matter. The test was designed to assess obedience, to see who would willingly embrace the new system and who might resist.

Once the test was completed, each employee received their new uniform. It wasn’t just any uniform—it was a shiny metallic golden AC Milan soccer jersey with a white button-up shirt underneath and a red-and-black striped tie.

The gold shimmered with a hypnotic quality, and each department had its own unique touch:

Bakery staff were given small golden bakery caps to wear with their uniforms, adding a touch of elegance to their roles.

Stock clerks wore golden aprons tied around their waists, the gleam of gold marking them as part of the new order.

Cashiers received golden blazers with their name and department embroidered in bold lettering.

The once colorful and varied staff now glimmered in gold, their names and numbers embroidered on the backs of their jerseys. It wasn’t just a uniform—it was a symbol of submission to the new Goldmarkt order.

Almost overnight, the female employees began disappearing. One day, Sarah didn’t show up for her shift. Then Lily, a cashier, was suddenly gone. No one questioned it at first. Richard had mentioned in passing that some employees had moved on to other opportunities, but soon, it became clear that all of the women had been quietly removed.

Alex noticed it one morning when he arrived for his shift. The store felt different—emptier, quieter. He glanced around at the rows of employees now filling the aisles, all men, all wearing their new golden uniforms.

“Where did everyone go?” Alex asked Ryan as they stood in the breakroom.

Ryan, now wearing the golden Assistant Manager’s uniform—a shiny AC Milan jersey with a special golden stripe down his sleeves—didn’t seem concerned. “Who cares? This new system’s working. Just look at us. We’re more organized than ever.”

But Alex couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.

For the employees who didn’t adapt quickly enough to the new system, Richard had another tool: subtle hypnosis. The test wasn’t just about assigning departments; it was also a way to gauge resistance. Those who showed reluctance to embrace the golden uniform or questioned the new rules were quietly called into Richard’s office for “one-on-one discussions.” Everyone obeys...

Tom, a stock clerk, had been vocal about his discomfort with the new uniforms. “I don’t get why we need to wear all this gold. It’s just a supermarket, right?”

Richard smiled, his golden tie gleaming as he gestured for Tom to sit. “It’s about pride, Tom. Don’t you want to feel proud of the work you do here?”

Tom hesitated but sat down, thinking it was just another conversation about job performance. But as the discussion went on, Tom felt his mind start to drift. Richard’s voice was calm, soothing, and the golden light reflecting off the walls seemed to dance in his vision. Before he knew it, Tom was nodding along, his resistance fading.

When Tom left Richard’s office, he was different. His eyes were glazed, and his movements were slow and deliberate. He no longer questioned the uniform. He wore his golden apron with pride, and his mind seemed entirely focused on his duties.

“I get it now,” Tom said later to Alex, his voice distant. “The gold... it’s what we need. It’s who we are.”

Tom and Richard made new promotion pictures for recruits, who would not fall for it? Ready to embrace the Gold?

As time passed, it became clear that those who embraced the gold the quickest were rewarded. Ryan, who had accepted the changes immediately, rose to Assistant Manager within weeks. His shiny golden jersey had additional golden details, marking him as part of the store’s leadership team.

Other employees who showed enthusiasm for their uniforms were promoted as well. Stock clerks like Ben were given special roles as inventory managers, their golden aprons bearing embroidered titles. Bakery staff who worked without question were allowed to wear special golden caps, a symbol of their higher rank.

The more obedient the employees were, the more gold they were given. It wasn’t long before the entire store was run by men in gleaming golden uniforms, each of them eager to serve.

Not everyone fell in line as easily as Ryan. Alex had noticed the changes in the store—the disappearance of the women, the sudden rise of employees who once resisted but now worked with eerie devotion. He knew something was wrong, and the gold wasn’t just a uniform anymore—it was a symbol of something darker.

One night, after closing, Alex snuck into Richard’s office. He had to find out what was going on. Inside, he found a folder labeled “Gold Implementation Plan.” As he flipped through the pages, his heart raced. The documents outlined the entire process: the tests, the hypnosis, and the gold’s power over the mind.

The gold uniforms weren’t just for show. They were part of a larger plan to control the workforce, breaking down resistance and fostering total obedience. Those who questioned the system were slowly reprogrammed through subtle hypnosis until they wore the gold with pride.

Alex slammed the folder shut, his heart pounding. He had to leave. He had to escape before the gold claimed him too.

But as he turned to leave, the door creaked open. Richard stood in the doorway, his eyes gleaming.

“You should have accepted the gold, Alex,” Richard said softly. “But don’t worry. We’ll take care of that.”

The next morning, Alex returned to work, but he was different. His shiny metallic golden AC Milan jersey hung neatly in his locker, waiting for him. Without hesitation, he put it on. The golden fabric clung to him, and as it did, he felt a wave of calm wash over him.

The doubts, the questions, the fear—they all melted away. The uniform wasn’t just clothing; it was part of him now. The gold was his identity.

Richard greeted him as he stepped onto the floor. “Looking good, Alex 13,” he said with a grin. “You’re one of us now.”

Alex smiled back, feeling the warmth of the gold coursing through him. He was part of Goldmarkt now, and he wore his shiny golden uniform with pride.

"We Obey Gold, We Obey Cap"

[ellielatinagf]

Ellie Williams hc <3

I’m a new author. Might not update much but I will when I can! Sfw. Not proofread.Free Palestine 🇵🇸

Ellie would definitely be an iPad kid. She would also get mad when you interrupt her while she’s eating ramen and on part 36 of the Lorax movie on tik tok

She prefers silver jewlary over gold. She might have her ears pierced and put small earrings in them. Definitely has some simple black metal rings

The girl can skate. Not saying she’s the best but she can do some simple cruising. But she tried to do tricks to impress you and ends up with bruises and cuts

Cannot talk to women for the life of her. When you met Ellie you complimented her outfit. She got nervous and wanted to compliment you back but damn you were hot. She ended saying “oh thanks nice elbows!” The poor girl never lived that down

Is a Fortnite god. But one time she was so hyped for the game that when she died at 2nd place she flopped on the couch so hard she broke a couch leg. Jesse was laughing so hard you could hear him through the headset

When she was little she used to put on a hoodie and her hair on her forehead and used to pretend she was a boy. She would take pictures of herself on her little iPhone6. You somehow got the pictures and laugh at them every now and then

Ellie actually keeps her nails neat and clean. She’ll clean then and file them so they’re not too long. She’ll even put on a coat of clear nail hardener. And for some reason it’s actually really hot

Has drafts on tik tok of her trying to do the “one line” challenges and a bunch of other tik tok Games. However she also has some drafts of guitar playing and a couple thirst traps here and there

She’s your personal chauffeur and will call you her passenger princess. She will blast your shared playlist and have one hand on the wheel and the other in your hand. She likes to mess with people so at a red light she will look at the car next to her and go 🤨✌️

Your saved as “babe💋” on her phone and your contact photo is a cute picture of you in front of a statue or piece of art from a museum. Meanwhile her contact name is “smelly ellie” with a silly picture of her tripping or making a funny face

*Smelly Ellie calling*

You: Hey Smellie

Ellie: STAWP🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

As of her occupation, she might actually be a co owner of a guitar shop that Joel bought. Either that or she might work as a mechanic in Tommy’s shop

She follows NASA on Instagram and liked every picture they post of a new image of a star or planet. She’d also send it to you and spit fun facts about it

Her favorite character on SpongeBob is Patrick. She thinks he’s so underrated and a comedic masterpiece. She watches every episode of the new spinoff “The Patrick Show”

The girl has the weirdest conspiracy theories that sound so weird but she makes them make sense. Like you’ll both be out at a restaurant eating and she’ll start telling you how she thinks the world will end

I don’t know about this one but I think she’d also be interested in the ocean. Marine life is just as cool to her and loves aquarium dates (when she’s not hunting down Abby)

When someone says something dumb on Instagram or Tik tok comments she’ll report them and then forget about it. Then when they reply two weeks later saying the user didn’t violate guidelines she’ll get mad again

I feel like no one talks about high school Ellie enough!! The girl played sports like maybe lacrosse and basketball. Joel was in the stands with her uncle Tommy cheering her on and you were with Dina holding a poster and had made a jersey with her name and number on the back. She was a little embarrassed but loved it

She and Jesse tried to convince Dina to let JJ enter a toddler race for a cash prize of 100 dollars

Sorry if this is so bad omg I’m just starting out but thanks for reading!!! This was fun I’ll definitely do more! Don’t be shy drop some recs!

Free Palestine🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

[ladylooch]

How does Nico celebrate anniversaries?

Are you ready for this? 18+ content below

Nico Hischier wakes you up in the morning with his weight over your sleeping body. He gently brushes your hair back from your face, dusting kisses all along your features.

When you're awake, he stops, admiring the squinting of your eyes at the morning light. You're so cute and grumpy in the morning.

"Today is another day that I wake up as the luckiest person on earth." He whispers to you.

Then, word for word, he recites the vows he made to you on your wedding day a year ago. The ones he agonized over for weeks to perfectly sum up the way that he feels about you.

When he is done, he disappears beneath the covers, devouring you with his mouth until you grip his brown locks into a fist.

"Stay here." He tells you as he bops out of bed.

He comes back with breakfast - a chocolate croissant from your favorite bakery along with an iced coffee, perfectly blended with cream and vanilla. A single pink rose slants in a makeshift vase on the tray.

"Where is your breakfast?" You ask him, munching on your first bite of pastry. "I already ate." He grins. Heat engulfs your face at your husband's suggestive eyebrow wiggle.

You do end up sharing the croissant together licking off the flakey pieces that fall onto Nico's chest. He is careful of the tray as he rolls you onto your back to make love.

Unfortunately, off-season training doesn't take a day off even for your anniversary. So Nico leaves you tangled, naked, in the sheets with a final kiss. "Be ready to go out when I get back."

You dress up for him, curling your hair in soft, effortless waves and put on his favorite sundress of yours- a light blue, linen fabric that accents your natural curves. Nico can't keep his hands to himself when he gets home. He has to have you again.

"You're smudging my lipstick." You tell him as his tongue slides into your mouth with his next thrust. "Forgive me?" He hits the right spot inside of you and you moan a yes.

Though his afterglow, Nico changes into nicer clothes and you two head out into Bern.

The day is spent shopping, drinking, eating, and playing a few card games at a winery before dinner.

Nico holds your hand on the walk to the restaurant, playing with your large wedding rings as you talk about your impending return to New Jersey.

At dinner, you sit at a little cafe table, your legs plastered to one another. Nico's fingers play with your calf, carving at the lines of your muscle and savoring your smooth skin. For dessert, you have a chocolate cake that Nico feeds your bites of. His eyes are wanting with each stroke of your tongue on the metal fork.

"We gotta go." He whispers to you as he puts another bite into your mouth. You look down, laughing at his obvious arousal. "You can't yet."

"I have something for you." He says on your walk home, reaching into his pocket. You're buzzed on wine and gripping his bicep tightly with each step. He pulls out a box. It's a dainty, gold necklace with his number on it. "You said you wouldn't wear my number permanently until we were married." You hide your blushing face, remember the rude, drunk comment you made early in your relationship. Nico took it all in stride. "and it matters to me that you do now." He puckers his lips for yours again. "I love it.. and you. I'm so lucky to do life with you, Neeks."

Your hands are on him as he unlocks the front door. He holds the door open for you to walk in. You head straight to the bedroom, turning to catch his hands and lips and need.

"I love you Mrs. Hischier." Nico tells you as you're both falling asleep in your bed. "I love you more, Mr. Hischier." You nuzzle your nose into his chest, smiling softly as he rubs his fingers along your hair.

[deanoheartspie]

SOMETHING RED 4

Pairings: Reader x Soldier Boy (Ben)

Warnings: fluff, angst.

Summary: you knew soldier boy since you were young until the man had gotten tested he had become a whole different person. So when he comes back after Crimson and other supes send him away, it makes him angry

A/n: Sorry for the late update!

“Why do I have to wear a suit?” you ask with a frown, picking at the tight gold and white super suit and tugging it off your ass when you hear a low won't whistle. You didn't understand why you had to pretend to be starlight.

“Well look what we have here, is it my birthday or something,” Ben says with a shit-eating grin on his face as he grabs your waist spinning you around.

You huff with a cute pout on your face, which always seemed to make Ben fold no matter how mad or upset he was.

“Don't look at me with that face sweetheart” He bites down on his lip, looking at you like you were the most gorgeous woman in the whole world. If only he had said it more in the past maybe you'd believe it.

Glancing away, you walk towards Butcher with your arms crossed. “They know who I am, they aren't stupid,” you grumbled out, pissed off that you were going to be used as bait.

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Once Ben had found out the reason you were wearing the super suit, he didn't like the sound of it. As much of a dick he was, he did have his overprotective moments which you had to admit... You kinda loved it showed he cared.

“Y/n... Y/n. I don't want you doing this.” Soldier boy grabbed your arm, tugging you back. The audacity of this man to think he gets to tell you what you can and cannot do.

So why you might continue this you might be asking? Petty. Ben hated pettiness and stubbornness, especially from you.

“Quit it. I'll be fine, Soldier boy~” You sang out, as you walked through the allys, not understanding why the man even bothered following he didn't care before so why now?

“You look like a hooker in a costume, am I supposed to just leave you here to be murdered by this cheap blonde knock-off me?” Without another word, the next thing you knew you were being tossed over a shoulder.

“We are getting you food and we'll figure out another plan.” He stated not allowing you to protest, oh boy... Butcher is gonna be pissed

“Can we at least get some normal clothes then? Wait! We can get you new clothes too, we both know how much you love to shop” you smirk, as you tease him skipping off to a store. Honestly, you were excited to see him in a nice outfit rather than the super suit or a baseball jersey even though he looked hot in both.

With racks and Racks of clothing, Ben looked stressed as ever rubbing his temple insulting shirts that men nowadays we're and how they were such pussys and blah blah.

Luckily enough, you were able to find something that suited dinner. A nice brown jacket with a white button-up, even though there were a few complaints Ben had to admit he cleaned up nice.

“Your turn sweet cheeks. Unless you want to wear that all night, I can't complain I get a nice view of your a-” You immediately cut him off, as the store owner was judging you and him from the moment the both of you stepped in.

Ben looked over seeing the old greyish-hard woman, sure he liked older women since he'd be around the same age as them. Oddly enough though, he didn't understand why you didn't age...yet his attraction for you never left.

He found a lacy black long skirt with long sleeved shirt so you wouldn't get cold. “You look beautiful...”

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Dinner. Laughing. Olds times.

It was weird, the way Ben tossed his head back while he laughed and mentioned old memories and how great life was when they were young with no worries... It was like the old part of him was still there and you wanted to cling to it just for a little while longer.

Holding hands, while walking through the streets the nice cold breeze hitting your face thankfully hiding your blush.

Stupidly enough you mention Crimson... His breath hitches and he pulls away from you.

“Ben... I'm sorry I didn't mean to bring it up”

Before you knew it you were being tossed onto a wall, hitting your head on the brick wall. You see what you can muster out Ben being surrounded by cars, and Butcher's voice...

Trying your best to keep your eyes open... You just couldn't anymore.

“Y/n! Y/n!!”

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To B With Love: The One With The Honey Moon

I had a lot of fun learning about 19th century San Francisco and thought folks might like to see where Steve & Billy spend their bonding retreat.

If that interests you at all, more beneath the cut.

(Cow Hollow 1870)

Bordering the marina district on the bay, Cow Hollow is still a neighborhood that exists in the city today, and parts of it can be seen in The Princess Diaries, which is irrelevant but dear to me.

When the first settlers arrived with the gold rush it was called Spring Valley, known for the numerous freshwater springs that fed into the fertile lagoon, as well as for grassy meadows and sand hills inhabited by wildlife. All those grassy meadows were great for farming, and the area came to be known as Cow Hollow after its many immigrants took to lucrative dairy farming. The price of milk was high in the city at that time and a local farmer could easily support a family on dairy production.

Cow Hollow (Chinese vegetable farm 1883)

Its main thoroughfare, was until the early 20th century an unpaved road which linked the developing city with the Presidio. As San Francisco rapidly expanded the area prospered and became a fashionable district for Prominent San Franciscans. They came and built their fancy houses and shops and businesses followed them. From about the 1860s to the late 1870s there were your standard gentrification tensions between the farmers and the fashionable set, which ended when the city banned cows in the area in the 1880s, effectively ending farming in the area for good.

Cow Hollow (The Attorney General's private estate ensconced by trees)

Perhaps in defiance people continued to call it Cow Hollow, and good on them for that.

This neighborhood makes a lot of sense to me as a place Steve's cousin would have picked to hide him, as it is "comfortable", but not as congested as the city proper as well as close to the bay if a quick retreat is needed by boat.

*Bonus view of the Golden Gate strait from the Crissy field shoreline 1870

The same view in 2015

The house Billy & Steve stay in is described as an octagon shaped cottage, with a cross gabled roof and wrap around porch. Octagon shaped houses were a hot fad for "forward thinking individuals" in the 19th century that started with this doctor who published a bunch of papers, detailing his research into the human body and how the enlightened individual could use their environment to live their best life. Apparently, the flow and function of the octagon shape was superior in his book. Anyway, thanks to him and the trend setters we now have a nice collection of historical houses with this quirky, not all that functional shape. There's a full list online but I'll just include a few that were built around the 1860s

(McElroy House - San Francisco)

(New Jersey: super cute but I can imagine the tiny, weirdly cornered rooms just by looking at it)

(San Francisco: some modern updates obviously but I love the roof work)

(Not sure where these are)

And the one I used a direct reference for Steve & Billy's little retreat.

I love the gables, the porch, just everything. I can picture it on a hill with a view down to the bay, and I loved the idea of them being able to just follow a road to the sea.

That was the first image that came to my mind when I was outlining - the boys hand in hand on their way to the beach. Disheveled, not quite 'done up' all the way but no one to see them if they did. Just being young and starry eyed for each other. Frankly they deserve it after all I put them through lol.

[astralbulldragon13]

Arrigo Makes a Mistake

(This is a fanfic using an original character insert for the listener in Escaped Audio's 'New Jersey Rats' Series. Warning, there is some implied racism in this story, if that does not jive with you, feel free to skip. I completely understand)

Skyla Ghost Bear the Intern half-way listened to the conversation between Jean and Tricky Ricky, talking about the logistics needed to complete the job with the gold. It had been about a week since the incident with the Feds, and they were invited over again to 'talk shop', with the gold. Jean still was insistent on no one, not even the Bada Brothers knowing about that little incident.

Jean seemed a bit nervous when it came to inviting Skyla along, but she wouldn't say 'no' to some, really good, home-made Italian food. Even if it was in the company of the Cosa Nostra.

The only time she even got to have Italian food back home was when her Lala would take her and her siblings to the Olive Garden by the mall. This food was so much better, like comparing Taco John’s to authentic food from a real Hispanic household. 

‘But Taco Johns has potato ole’s,’ she joked mentally as she took a sip of the dry red that Ricky provided them to drink, trying not to scrunch her face at the taste. She was never a fan of dry wines, not even when they use them in church. ‘And Olive Garden has breadsticks and really fucking good salad.’

“Tell me, young intern,” Tricky Ricky spoke, looking up from his plate. “You know some about me, I don’t know some about you. Tell me about yourself.”

Jean glanced at his Intern with a fair amount of concern, hoping this wasn’t some attempt to dig up dirt to hold over them. 

Skyla offered him a calm, polite smile. This was a businesswoman’s smile, like a dagger wrapped in velvet, and Jean was able to decrease his heartrate at that. “Not much to me, sir. I’m from the midwest, came to New Jersey with hopes of experiencing a new life and seeing the ocean instead of the Missouri River. I will be receiving my degree shortly.”

“What kind of blood do you have in you?” 

Skyla’s business-smile tightened and her jaw tensed. Badabing and Badaboom looked at each other nervously, while Jean was almost worried that she may jump the table as Skyla had been very private about her ancestry, but she just picked up their wine glass. “I’m Plains Native American on my mother’s side, yes. We… aren’t particularly close

“What about your father?” Giovanni asked, eyeing the young individual.

She returned the look, her blue eyes unwavering, something uncommon amongst most who look the consigliere in the eye. “I never knew him. I know that he was an Irish exchange student, and that I have his eyes. That’s really all I know about him.”

Tricky Ricky nodded, finishing a bite of his food. “A shame, truly. He doesn’t know he has quite the intelligent child.”

Skyla laughed polietly, nodding in agreement with the old man’s words. “I thank you for your words, sir. I truly appreciate it.”

As dinner was wrapping itself up, Skyla excused herself to the restroom. After she washed and dried her hands, she reached into the inner pocket of her blazer to apply a fresh coat of her favorite red lipstick. It wasn’t some designer brand, but simple Maybelline New York #333, Hot Chase that she found in Wal-Mart at the age of seventeen. She popped the top off and twisted the tube up and paused, looking at the color, then her reflection with the faded color still on her lips and thought to her poor, scruffy superior. Skyla didn’t know why, but their mind went to him, his hair wild, his business-shirt un-tucked, and his pretty face covered in kissmarks in this shade of red. 

With a girlish giggle, Skyla applied the lipstick leaving a fresh and shiny coat. She twisted the spiral back down and re-capped her lipstick, sticking it back in their pocket. She undid her hair and retwisted it, pinning it again with her barrett, then walking out the door. 

To her surprise, she found Arrigo waiting outside the door, waiting for her. She drew up short, letting the door to the restroom close behind her. “Oh, Mister Belardi! You caught me a little by surprise there. Is there something I can do for you”

The so-called ‘Mafia Prince’ gave a smirk that Skyla supposed was meant to be seductive, but in truth it just made her skin crawl. “Yeah, uh… what are you doing after dinner?” 

His question sent up so many red flags it could have been used to decorate a rescue boat. Skyla returned to her business smile and tried to move past him. “I have some matters to attend to when I return to my apartment. Now, please excuse me, I do believe dessert was about to be served and I’ve been looking forward to that semifreddo all evening.”

“Or,” he said quickly, caging them with his arms on either side of her body. “You could, uh, come with me? I’m having a yacht party at the marina tonight.” Arrigo reached up with one perfectly manicured hand and stroked her cheek.

“I’ve, uh… never been with a girl like you. I mean, I’ve been with Indian girls before but not your kind of Indian, you know what I mean? Come on, why don’t you… try me on for size? I bet I could do better than that loser Jean. Come on, don’t you want a chance to really have some protection from the family?”

Skyla blinked and tilted her head down to look Arrigo in the eye. The young Belardi heir only stood at five feet, four inches, five foot, six with the help of the lifts in his shoes, while Skyla, being half Lakota, stood at five foot, nine inchest. Pair that with the fact she always wears four inch heels, she was towering over him, and he knew it. 

In response, the Intern decided to use the greatest power in their arsenal, the only gift her father gave her. She glared at Arrigo’s hazel eyes, and to him, looking into Skyla’s eyes was like looking into a stormy sea. 

A chuckle bubbled up from her lips, and she shook her head, almost incredulously. She looked up, and noticed Jean looking around the corner, his brown eyes burning. So, in response to the Princeling’s offer, Skyla place a hand on the arm that was caging her, and gently moved it out of the way, before moving aside and walking away from him, still chuckling, while adding a little sashay to her hips. “Hey, Unch, is everything alright?”

Jean blinked, trying to clear his head. This was something different, she usually called him something different in her mother-tongue, but it sounded similar to what they just called him. 

“Wh-Wha? Oh! Oh, right I, um, was coming to find you. I know how excited you were to have that semifreddo.”

Skyla just giggled and took his arm. “Come one then, let's go.” And they walked off back to the table. Jean glanced over his shoulder to look at Arrigo, who looked offended and rather confused, and just gave the little brat a shit-eating grin. 

[divas-night-guards]

Hi everyone!!! This is my blog for my au or retelling-ish of those 2015 nightguards!! Neat!!! Character rundown and rules bellow the drawing

Character rundown!!

Mike (the bald one)

Mike, the sarcastic, dry protagonist of the bunch, was hired a long while ago as a day shift security guard. He just now was promoted! Welcome to the night shift, Mike!!! Some background lore includes:

Mike was the bite victim of 83,

Mike has a wife (Doll)!

Just reminding you.

Doll (Mike’s wife)

Doll Schmidt, the loving wife of Mike Schmidt. Owns and works at her own little pastry shop up the street from Freddy fazbear’s! Doll occasionally visits to bring Mike and the rest of the gang pastries and snacks to make it through the night. Background lore includes:

Mike was a regular patron of the cafe for a long time and they started talking, years later they got married (awww)

Doll and Fritz are close friends! they both share an interest in cooking and food.

Fritz (glasses)

Fritz smith, the cheekiest of the gang! Applied for his love of animatronics and machinery, Fritz smith was hired for the night shift (being a college student, he wouldn’t be able to take the day shift.) Fritz is quite social, making friendship bracelets for almost everyone in the night shift, everyone except Vincent. Some additional facts:

Fritz is good at coding and mechanics, thus being able to fix the animatronics if there were any mechanical issues, Boss likes Fritz for this, due to it being much cheaper than hiring an actual mechanic. Cheap bastard.

Vincent (purple guy!)

Vincent Bishop, the head of the night guards! Everyone’s (not mine) favorite flamboyant purple and I mean REALLY purple guard! Known for making everyone in the office just a little uncomfortable (which is why you don’t get a friendship bracelet broh.) Vincent loves posing his authority and eeriness to everyone, threatening the other night guards. And when he’s not doing that, he’s being a deranged psychopath with a trigger-happy aura.

He loves toast <3

He’s DEATHLY and irrationally afraid of needles

BOSS (cigar dude)

Our noir, New Jersey accented cheap money-grubbing RECENTLY DIVORCED- (ahem) boss man is…yeah. Just a boss. A cheap boss man. Yup.

Recently divorced

Favorite activity is blowing cigar smoke in his subordinates faces

Used to be a detective

Flirts with doll (“hey bbg I’m so much better than Mike” Headass)

Phone guy (self explanatory)

Security guard that works both day and night shifts, in charge of handling phone calls, etc. super nice with a heart of gold and an amazing hard-working team player persona. Vincent often flirts with phone guy (or “Scott”), yet Scott is very, very uninterested.

Likes drinking tea more than coffee

Has black hair, the phone is just a hat thing that he wears because he doesn’t like doing his hair. And it’s fun looking

Jeremy (question mark)

Jeremy fitzgerald, the newest hire of the night watch. Jeremy is often shy and timid when it comes to socializing, and unfortunately isn’t the best at his job. but with the help from his peers (hopefully) he’ll have nothing to worry about!

Friends with Fritz, who really tries to get him out of his comfort zone a bit

Vincent tries to scare him by jumping at him when he’s walking down hallways, pranking him, etc. because it’s “funny”

Kind of a people pleaser, often changing his opinion for others out of fear <\3

Self conscious about his stutter (💔)

RULES!!!

Have fun bro 💖

There are no real rules LMAO, just have lots of fun, be as “cringe” as you want, go ahead!!!!!! :D

Oh nvm nothing offensive

Yeah don’t be a jerk and have fun!!!!! Byeeeee🗣️🔥

[hypnogold]

Max had always been a creature of habit, driving his car to work every day without fail. But today was different. His car was in the shop, and he had no choice but to take the bus for the first time. Standing at the bus stop, he felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. He glanced at his watch—he was already running late.

As the bus pulled up, Max took a deep breath and stepped on. The interior smelled of vinyl and air freshener, a strange combination that instantly put him on edge. He fumbled for the fare, feeling a bit out of place as he joined the small crowd of passengers.

Finding an empty seat, he settled in, clutching the strap of his bag tightly. The bus jolted forward, and he was immediately aware of the other passengers—mostly men, some chatting quietly while others were lost in their own worlds, headphones in. Max tried to relax, but the unfamiliarity of it all made him uneasy.

As they drove through the city, he watched the world outside blur by—buildings, trees, and people moving about their day. The hustle and bustle were invigorating, and for a moment, he felt a sense of freedom. This was a new experience, one he had been hesitant to try.

But then, the bus hit a bump, and he was jolted from his thoughts. He glanced around, noticing a few men in shiny metallic golden AC Milan jerseys entering the bus, their presence commanding attention. They moved with an unusual confidence, the golden fabric gleaming under the dim lights.

Max felt a chill run down his spine as one of the men locked eyes with him. His gaze was intense, and there was something almost hypnotic about the way he held himself. The man approached Max, a confident smile on his face.

“First time on the bus?” the man asked, his voice smooth and inviting.

“Yeah,” Max replied, trying to sound casual, but the man’s presence made him feel uneasy.

“Don’t worry. It’s a great ride,” the man said, leaning in closer. “Join us in the gold.”

Before Max could comprehend what was happening, the man draped a golden AC Milan jersey over his shoulders. The moment the fabric touched him, warmth flooded through him, and the world outside seemed to blur. The sounds of the bus faded as spirals began to form in his vision.

“Relax,” the man whispered, his grip firm on Max’s shoulder. The other men in golden jerseys closed in around him, their eyes swirling with hypnotic patterns as they placed their hands on his arms.

Max felt the warmth of the golden jersey envelop him, pulling him deeper into its embrace. His thoughts began to fade, replaced by an overwhelming sense of calm and belonging. It felt as if the jersey had been waiting for him all along.

As the spirals spun faster, Max’s resistance crumbled. The bus continued on its route, but he was no longer focused on the passengers or the city outside. All that mattered was the golden jersey and the strange sense of connection to the men around him.

The other passengers remained unaware of the transformation taking place, engrossed in their own routines. For Max, the journey had taken an unexpected turn. He was no longer just a man taking the bus; he was becoming part of something much larger—a golden team that would welcome him into its fold.

[dbatcts]

Heart of Stone.

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Natasha Romanoff, 22 years old, lead singer and guitarists to “the vixens”. lover girl fr , doesn’t trust easily but once they do they will never leave you alone,, puts up a strong and confident facade but is really just a sensitive soft person. she loves cooking, learning languages, her guitars and fixing up old cars. very honest (maybe a little too honest) and slightly obsessed with their appearance. likes coffee a little too much and doesn’t like tea or anyone who likes tea. hates .. and i mean HATES sweets or baked things like cake and such.

Y/N, 24 years old, florist and baker in new jersey. loves to bake and create bouquets. distrusting at first but will give you a shot. enjoys reading, taking walks and having friend dates. doesn’t enjoy “romantic” dates very much and calls them “cheesy and gross”. keeps to herself but likes to keep her friends close. loves tea and doesn’t enjoy coffee. she says it’s “too bitter”. shopping is one of her favorite things to do but it’s hard to find a lot of trendier spots in her part of town. appears sensitive but she can make you cry with one look. you REALLY don’t want to get on her bad side because she will not forgive you (unless you have a REALLY good reason). HATES rock music and those “rock personas” as she would call it. prefers classical music. personally despises “the vixens” for an unknown reason

Clint Barton, 27 years old, drummer and backing vocals for “the vixens”. not a whole lot to know about him. he helps his friends and deep down is a decent person but he participated in really sketchy stuff. not a great influence on Natasha.

Wanda Maximoff, 22 years old, barista in Y/N's bakery. Y/N and Natasha's mutual friend. heart of gold. only wants the best for her friends and sees them as her family. helped Natasha get out of jersey and start her band.