#it explains the green to actual blond in a cute way

[deareverlasting]

yk how at the beginning of sbg aidens hair has like a green tinge to it?

headcanon that's its because he did such a terrible job at bleaching, dyeing, and color correcting it that he gave up beyond bleaching it.

and later on in the series, his hair actually turns into this nice blond because that's when tyler finally stepped in and said he had enough and helped gim dye his hair from then on

[girlbossagenda]

HOW TO HAVE YOUR SUMMER REVENGE GLOW UP

Summer break it's here! A lot of us have grown out of shape due to all the stress caused from school, and the lack or time to exercise or live a more healthy lifestyle, are you scared to go to the beach because you feel like you don't have that beach body? Are you heart broken and just want to live your hot girl summer or perhaps you want to finally be confident your body and change your entire life? If so this is the maxi guide for you.

౨ৎHow to get started౨ৎ

I made this google doc where I explain things more in depth here you can find, how to glow up: physically, mentally and socially(friends, summer filings, popularity etc...) if you want to know how to archive your results, you can find my explanation in depth(also winter friendly)

Here -> THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY: HOW TO REVENGE GLOW UP

Do you remember those girl on YouTube, IG and tumblr?The pretty ones that were living their best summer? Wanna be like them? Then think and plan a summer in the same way a girl with your dream summer would do!

୨୧Make a pre-summer status୨୧

We will use this to track what changed about out life during this summer, I know it might be stressful or embarassing at first, but you're going to be grateful knowing all the progress that you made

୨୧Work on your mindset୨୧

This is so important, read again point n°1, and then put yourself in the shows of the person that you want to become, for example:

-> you want to be a pretty popular girl? "Would the pretty popular girl say that her Summer is ruined and that she has no one to hangout with"? I don't think so.

౨ৎHOW TO GLOW UP PHYSICALLY౨ৎ

if you're interested just in the physical stuff this is the section for you(more in depth in the Google doc)

You need to understand that most of the time a summer glow up last up until the first week of school then it's gone, but you want it to last, right? Here's how:

୨୧Find a low effort beauty routine୨୧

During summer you have all the time to maintain a beauty regiment, but you also need to make it practical, for example you might keep your hair natural during summer, you need to simplify them -> extensions, braids, sew in, silk presses or clip in...

୨୧Change hair color୨୧

During summer you need to grab attention change hair color to blonde, red, or more funky colors like blue, pink etc...

୨୧Diet୨୧

I know, it's hard, with all the ice cream around, but you can also try by drinking healthy smoothies(especially the green ones), opt also for a salad as a snack.

୨୧Skincare୨୧

You have to wear sunscreen and if you want to get a tan you NEED to put that after sun lotion and be consistent with your skincare

୨୧Grow your lashes + eyebrows୨୧

Always, this is a must, you finally have enough time, then start now, be consistent and in 3 months you're going to have the best result, I advise you to use castor oil in the night and in the day a lash growth serum.

୨୧Learn to do your make up୨୧

Optional but very useful, in those days that you're at home you can learn how to do your make up so you're going to comeback to school and slay even in your worst days, plus it's a cute hobby.

౨ৎHOW TO GET POPULAR DURING SUMMER౨ৎ

If you don't have friends at school it would be nice to have them outside, plus having friends out makes you so much cooler! Are you ready to expand your social life?

୨୧Summer school/camp୨୧

A classic, you can meet so many people here, works best if you are between 11-16 yo, If you're 16+ you can try joing a camp and be an animator

୨୧Beach୨୧

Have you even heard of "the beach friend"? Where I'm from they are very common and popular, it usually starts early in childhood, but you can also make them at your age! You just need to approach the people that look like share the same interests as you, better if they are alone too!

୨୧Online୨୧

You can go on a forum site and actually ask in the chat if someone wants to make friends and exchange ig, snaps,discord etc...you might make long distance but strong friendships

୨୧Work୨୧

Now coworkers are not actually your friends, but you might get close to some, better if it's not a competitive environment, try to network between your coworkers, maybe some of them actually know people of your interest, if you can start working with friends!

୨୧Neighborhood events୨୧

Churches usually during summer do some activities for the youths you can try and enjoy them! Or go to a popular place or even host in your neighborhood!

౨ৎHOW TO HAVE A SUMMER FLING౨ৎ

I'm not really into romance, but it might be different from some of y'all! If you want to flirt, get. In a relationship or just have some fun experimenting then keep reading!

Follow the beauty steps written before!

୨୧Go to parties or events(better if on the beach)୨୧

What a better place to find love if not on the beach? All you'll need to do it's to wear a cute bikini and have fun with your friends!

୨୧Work on your gaze୨୧

You know the phrase "love at first sight"? Let's turn it into "love at first gaze" you need to exercise on your facial expressions and your seductive gaze, grab a mirror and flirt with yourself!

୨୧Make time to hangout୨୧

You're not going to find love by staying at home! You need to get out and wander around the city! Go to all the places where people of your age go! Bring your friends along(if you can or be brave and go alone!)

Phew, this guide was quite long! And there's so much more! Thank you for sticking with me and supporting my blog! Ilysm and I'm so grateful for all the people that read my posts, let's glow up together this summer!

xoxo gorgeous

-𝓐

[chazedazed]

So sudden ♫ Lara Raj x fem!reader

Warning ➟ nsfw, foul words, not proofread

Disclaimer ➟ Every word written here is but a work of fiction. Nothing is a real representation of who these people are in real life.

Synopsis ➟ You couldn't bare liking Lara anymore, so you chose to ignore her. The Indian, who had no idea why you had suddenly become so cold all of a sudden decided to confront you.

WC ➟ 1.53k

A/N ➟ idk js some random cute smut i decided to write as my first work lol

creds to @adornedwithlight for the banner!!

You were so fucked. You've been in a talking stage with someone— a common friend. She was so nice, so polite, so perfect. But you couldn't help it. For some reason, every time you had gone on a date with her, all you could remember was Lara.

Your bandmate, someone who treated you like you were her sister for fucks sake. But could anyone blame you?

The lasting eye contact, the lingering touches, felt like electricity to you. Every time Christine had made you feel calm, safe, and in control— Lara had made you feel erratic, unsafe in the best way possible, out of control— alive.

You hated feeling this way. This was wrong. You felt so guilty— poor Christine didn't deserve any of this. And on a particular Sunday— the guilt had caught up to you.

''Fuck yeah— movie night.'' Manon sighed as she sat down on the couch, scooting in between Daniela and Sophia. You were all sitting in order, from left to right.

Sophia, Manon, Daniela, Yoonchae, Megan, and finally, Lara and you, on the side.

You cursed. Being this close to Lara meant more trouble for you. You hoped she'd focus on the movie and ignore you, but luck was not on your side.

An hour into the movie, Lara had started to drift, the fatigue catching up to her. The Indian had decided to sleep on your shoulder, and very carefully lowered her head onto it. Your breath hitched. You hadn't expected Lara to all of a sudden make physical contact with you.

Thankfully, she hadn't noticed you panicking over something so small. The girl slept peacefully on your shoulder, and it felt so right. So disgustingly right.

The smile on your face turned into a pained frown. Good God, you were thinking about your bandmate in that way. What would Missy think? What would the rest of your members think? What would she think?

You looked away, trying to control your heartbeat. But much to your dismay, it didn't work. Lara just had this effect on you— this intoxicating effect you couldn't quite figure out.

You didn't want this anymore... the feelings, the guilt— you didn't want to want her anymore. So you had come to a conclusion.

Lara put her arm around your neck, and smiled.

''Good morning sleeping beauty. Care to explain why I can't find my hoodie?'' You cursed. Of course you had borrowed it.

''Oh, it's in the wash right now. I lumped it in with mine. I'll give it back to you later, yeah?'' You coldly responded, politely and gently removing her arm that was on you. Lara was surprised at the coldness, but shortly brushed it off as you waking up on the wrong side of the bed.

Okay, either you had woken up on the wrong side of the bed for the past two weeks, or Lara had done something.

You had been ignoring or brushing the girl off for the past two weeks, to the point your other members had noticed. Sophia wanted to confront you, saying it was unhealthy and downright shitty. But Lara told her not to, wanting to confront you herself.

It was however, hard to get you in the same room as her alone. It was like trying to capture a rat in a shabby trap. She had to actually come up with a good plan. And come up with a good plan she did.

Everyone was out right now as far as you were concerned. You cut ties with Christine a week ago, telling her she was amazing, but it just wasn't working out. The blonde constantly asked why, but all you could give her was bullshit about ''work'' and how you ''don't know'' whether you could handle it or not.

You had your headphones on. You were in a green tank top, supported with black basketball pants. It was your go to fit, after all. You decided an hour ago that chilling in the house would be a great refresher, but it was all about to be ruined.

You heard three knocks on your door. You paused your music, and thought about who it could be. It couldn't have been Manon or Daniela— the two would never knock on your room, especially because it was theirs too. Megan wouldn't really care either. So it was either Yoonchae or Sophia, coming home earlier than you had thought.

''Come in! Doors open.'' The door opens, and there, you were met with none other than the person you've been trying to avoid for the past few weeks.

''Fuck.''

You froze, not knowing what to do. Lara closed the door, and locked it for good measure, making sure you wouldn't run from her or something.

The girl took in a deep breath, and spoke.

''...Hi'' She moved closer to your bed, and signal towards the spot in front of you, as if asking ''may i?''. You hesitantly nodded your head, and the Indian sat down.

''Okay... so, what exactly did I do? And don't play dumb— It's painfully obvious.'' You bit your lip, shit, maybe you should have gone out with Megan or Daniela.

After receiving no answer seconds after asking a question, Lara grew desperate. Desperate to know why one of her closest friends had suddenly started treating her so coldly.

''Please, Y/n. What did I do? You've been so cold to me— I don't know anymore.'' She pried your hands away from your phone, and held them.

You sighed. There was no getting out of this. It was now or never.

''I... I like you.''

''What?'' Lara blinked, and looked at you in confusion, asking herself whether or not she had just heard what you said right.

''I like you, Lara Rajagopalan. A lot.''

You stared into each others eyes, as Lara inched closer to you. She held your jaw, and waited for a second— for any sign of discomfort.

You hadn't given any.

She crashed her lips onto yours, tasting like sweet cherry. It felt as if you were electrocuted. You've kissed girls before, but it had never felt this way. Felt this good.

Instead of a nice and soft first kiss with Lara, this one was rough. A hungry kiss, one that you were sure bruised your lip.

She pressed on your chip with her thumb, allowing entrance for her tongue, but you pulled away. Short of breath.

Breathing heavily, you asked her, looking her dead in the eye, both your gazes filled with lust.

''Do you... do you like me back?'' Lara looked at you, wondering if it was a genuine question or a teasing one. After noticing that it was, the latter giggled.

''Baby is that even a question?'' Lara said as she crashed her lips onto yours once more, her tongue finding its way into your mouth faster than last time.

Lara moved her hands over your thigh, slowly parting both your legs. You let out a soft moan, surprising Lara and yourself. You felt embarrassed, and it was neatly displayed on your face. Lara pulled away,

''Don't be shy. No one's home baby.. moan all you want.'' Lara pushed you onto the bed, and you were now lying down, with the Indian above you.

The girl traced her hand up your legs all the way to your thigh and stopped.

''Tell me you want this.'' You nodded,

''I want you.''

The girl wasted no time in taking your pants and underwear off. The girl reveled at the sight of you, all disheveled and ready for her. She couldn't help but tease, finding this all a little too cute.

You whine at her teasing,

''Lara, please...'' Lara let out a soft giggle,

''Please what?'' Normally, you'd be too embarrassed to even think about entertaining her, but right now?

Right now you were too desperate to process your own behavior.

''Please.. I want you in me. So badly.''

Lara slips a finger into you, and you let out a sharp and short moan, not expecting her to enter you so fast after all the slow teasing just seconds prior.

The girl slips another inside wasting no time, and you couldn't stop the elicit moan from coming out.

''Mhfm..!'' Lara slowed down her pace a bit, as you adjusted to her fingers. After a couple seconds and a soft nod from you, the girl started moving her fingers at a steady but moderate pace.

It felt so good, like eternal bliss.

Lara placed soft wet kisses on your collar, as she stuck her fingers in and out of you. You felt like it was all so much— too much.

''Ah...ah! I'm going to—'' Lara hums, and in no time, you let it all out. Lara held you close, helping you ride out your high.

As the two of you heave heavy breaths, you both find each other's eyes.

You smile, and Lara nuzzles herself into your neck. Neither of you spoke, not wanting to break the peaceful silence. Lara placed the blanket over both of you, and cuddled you.

Neither you nor Lara know what's gonna happen now, but that's a problem for later. For now, both of you were going to sleep together and enjoy it.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

hiii i hope ure doing amazing!!! could i request one for gavi where the reader is more on the curvy side and feels a bit insecure ? if ure not comfortable writing it it’s totally fine !!! sending loads of love have a nice day and thank u for always taking the time to read the requests!!🫶🏻🫶🏻

Warnings: Gavi being a cute boyfriend, mentions of wanting to do mature things with their partner, nothing graphic or explicit happens. No proofread, sorry if there's any mistakes

Beautiful Either Way -P.G6

Summary: He takes your insecurities away

You sigh the fourth time in a row, you grabbed the ends of the shirt you were wearing and pulled it off of your body. You stood in silence watching your closet and all the clothes that laid inside there but none of those things were enough for you today. You were going out with both your and your boyfriend's Pablo's parents, today.

And also today was one of those days you felt you weren't pretty enough. Ever since you were young, you have fought to meet the beauty standars society sets but that wasn't for you.

Naturally you have a curvy complex and that's not something you can change and whilst you were happy with your body, you couldn't help but feel sad some days because you couldn't wear x type of clothing without being afraid of how you'll look like and if people were going to judge you.

When you first meet your boyfriend, it was while you were on vacation in Ibiza, you didn't think you would take his attention and mostly when your best friend is a pretty gorgeous, skinny with both great atributes, blonde with green eyes.

You were behind him and his group of friends when some dude tried to play smart with both you and your friend, Ana. And luckily, he and his friends helped the two of you out.

"What are you two doing here?" One of them asked

"We're in the UK having a cup of tea. What about you?" You said smiling and with sarcasm on your tone. The guys laughed softly "Sorry, we're here because our vacations, it was supposed to be a group of three but the other girl got sick last minute and we were actually already in the plane so we couldn't back down" You explained

"Is she okay?" Another guy asked and you and Ana nod

"Are you okay?" A brunette with a frown plastered on his face said to you "The guy touched you?"

"Oh no, I'm fine. Thanks for stepping in by the way"

"It's no problem. I'm glad you're okay" He said looking at you as you blush lightly. He clears his throat and talks again "Would you girls like to spend the rest of the concert with us? I brought my sister and she brought some of her friends too so in that way you girls aren't that lonely here" He said looking straight into your eyes. You blushed lightly, looked down at your feet and then up to meet his big brown eyes. You nod

"Sure. What's your name guy with a sister?"

"Pablo. Yours?"

"Y/N"

You and Pablo didn't minded a lot of the concert since then, he was pretty much talking to you, you talking to him about everything and that night you both exchanged numbers to keep in contact.

You both were sad to see the other leave but it was a delight when you both found out the other was living in Barcelona as well and then the rest is story.

Nine months forward you were in Barcelona, with your seven months boyfriend, Pablo Gavi, getting ready for the small meet-up with the family

"Mi amor, are we ready? We need to go, my mom's texting me that they're already on their way and yours said that they were finishing some stuffs to go ther-What happened here?" He cut himself off looking around the floor seeing all the shirts, dresses, tops, shorts laying on the floor

"I don't know what to wear" You whined crossing your arms around your belly

"But you were ready a few minutes ago?" You give him a look and shook your head before looking back at your closet "Why don't you wear that white top I love on you?"

"Because I don't feel like wearing it today"

"Why not?"

"It doesn't match with the jean"

"You can wear the beige skirt you got last month and with this white sneakers, it'll be perfect for you" You shook your head softly

"I don't feel like going with skirt today, Pabs"

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to" You cried out "Have you seen my legs?"

"Yes, I have but I don't see any problems with them"

"They're as big as yours, Pablo!"

"They're not but even if they were, what's the problem?" You hated how clueless he could be sometimes

"That's the problem"

"Why's that the problem? I love them, your legs are gorgeous"

"Well I don't love my legs and I'm not loving my body either" He stayed quiet a few minutes before he clicked his tongue

"I got it now and it's shame you think that way. They're the most gorgeous legs I've ever seen on a girl and don't even get me started on your body" One of his hands gripped yours as he pulled himself behind you and kissed your cheek

You turned your head to him "You have to say that because I'm your girlfriend"

"And even if you weren't, I'd still say it" You shook your head softly, looking ahead of you to re-start the research of a shirt. "Hey, escúchame" (Listen to me) "You don't have to be skinny to be beautiful, Y/N. Your body, the one you're not loving right now, it's the one that I love, that has me crazy everyday and I'm wanting to do so many things to you to prove you that I'm crazy in love with those gorgeous legs, that I'm crazy in love with these beautiful hips, in love with your tummy, with your breasts, arms, hands, jaw, lips, ears, everything" He spoke into your ear, his free arm wrapping itself around your body to pull you into him. You couldn't help the smile at the mention of him wanting to get you under the covers

"But I did not only fell in love with your beautiful physical appearance. I feel in love with your beautiful personality, your way of seeing good things in everything and in everyone, your kindness, your selfless, honesty, every single thing about you. You're beautiful either way and if others can see that, if I can see that, you can as well and I want you to know it, I want you to feel beautiful because you are. Inside and Out. Understand me?" You nod, your heart melting at your boyfriend's love, you had a smile on your face and your let yourself rest against him

"Understood" You whisper turning around to hug him "Thank you for loving me whenever I'm not loving myself"

"I always will love you, no matter what. But you should love yourself always, curvy or skinny, blonde or brunette, tall or short, you're perfect. You're perfect for me and for anyone"

"I'm lucky to have you" He smiled shaking his head

"I'm the lucky one" He kissed your cheek thrice "Now, we've plans and here's what we're gonna do. I'm going to grab that top I love of yours, I'm gonna put it on you and we're also going to put on that skirt, we'll put on one of my jackets" He got closer to your face, lips being milimeters away "...and after we make out for a while, after we take some pics of ourselves being the most perfect couple in the world" you smiled making him smile too, he was so close that everytime he spoke, his lips crashed onto yours but you welcomed every kiss "we're going to go to that dinner, spend a nice evening with our parents and when we come back, we're not leaving that bed until tomorrow so I can show you how crazy you drive me" You laughed throwing your head back before connecting your lips with his

"That sounds like a good idea"

"It doesn't sound like a good idea, it is a good idea and that's what we're going to do if it's okay with you"

"It's perfect for me"

"Then let's go. Get yourself out of those jeans right now" You laugh pecking his lips once again before letting him go into your wardrobe. You looked at him and smiled, he was wearing white shirt and beige pants with white sneakers.

"Are you going to match our clothes?" He threw the skirt at your way jokingly and with a smile, he answered

"Of course I am. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I don't?"

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Taglist: @gaviymarcsbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

[oldfashioned-lovergirl]

❃ FLUFFCEMBER 2024 ❃

day 11: christmas tree — sebastian vettel x reader

fluffcember masterlist | main masterlist

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You parked your car in the parking lot of the Christmas tree farm. It was a small place, but very cutely decorated for the season. You had ordered a tree for your grandma’s house some days ago. The seller called you before to tell you you could come pick it up, so you came to pay and then attentively looked at where he was pointing. “At the end of this way. It’s the last tree on the left.”

“Thank you very much.” You followed his instructions and found your tree. It was perfect. Dark green leaves, a woody smell, and just the right size. Your granny would love it. You smiled as you were about to lift it up, when another person approached the tree and picked it up for you. “Oh, I can bring it myself, don’t worry.”

The guy turned towards you, a frown on his face. “What?” He had blond, curly hair and eyes of a deep ocean blue. Truly handsome, but of a simple handsomeness. One of those men you would notice on the subway certainly. “This is my tree.” His voice unmasked a subtle German accent.

You couldn’t believe you thought he worked there. “This is impossible, I bought it.”

“No, I bought it.”

You shook your head and crossed your arms. “Leave it now or I’m calling the police and say you stole my Christmas tree.”

His eyebrows raised and all of a sudden he seemed worried to spend the Christmas in jail. “Please, don’t.”

You tried to hold back your laugh but failed miserably. “I should see your face!”

The German stared at you, his expression back to seriousness. He let go of the tree. “What shall we do now then?”

“I don’t know. It’s clear that there’s been a misunderstanding. I think we should ask the shop owner, sure he’ll know whose tree is that.”

The two of you walked back to the cash register, but there was no trace of the man. You searched all around the open shop and the farm, but still nothing. What if he went to lunch?

“Great.” You sighed. “My grandma will be so disappointed seeing I found no Christmas tree for her.” You covered your eyes with your gloved hands, and right in that moment all your worries seemed to come together. “I’m good at nothing.”

The blond man looked at you, his gaze softer. He stepped forward and lay a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, don’t say that.” He rubbed it through your jacket while you lowered your hands and revealed your sorrow. “Listen, you can take the tree. I’ll explain the situation and ask for another one later.”

Wait, was he actually being nice? Your lips curved in a smile. “Really?”

He nodded. “Yes. But at one condition.”

Your smile faded. Of course, you thought. “What?”

“That you agree to go on a date with me.” He smirked. Idiot. “I mean, if you like me, obviously, but I think you do.”

You rolled your eyes. Men… “What makes you think that?”

“The first look you gave me. My name’s Sebastian, anyway.” His hand fell off your shoulder just to shake yours.

“Y/N.”

“Beautiful name.” He let go of your hand, not before lightly caressing your fingers first “Can I help you put the tree in your trunk, Y/N?”

You didn’t know how were you expecting your tree shopping to go, but to meet a loverboy was definitely the last one of your thoughts. “Okay.”

Sebastian smirked again, knowing he had gained way more than a Christmas tree that day.

[risuola]

BIRTHDAY GIFT — F. READER x GOJO SATORU

Sometimes you forget about your own birthday, but no worries, Satoru's got you. He always remember, and he even prepared a very special gift for you.

cw: fluff, no warnings — 2,8k words

a/n: i turned 28 this week, so here i am indulging myself with a fictional party, because i hate real parties. also i'm not sure if the picture in the middle is an official art or the fan art, i claim no rights to it 🩶

“Thanks Kento,” you addressed the blonde, when you got out of the bathroom in his house. “You’re saving my life.”

“No need to thank me,” he responded with the ghost of a smile on his face, and you checked yourself in the mirror. You looked tired, but other than that, thankfully normal, which wasn’t the case just half an hour ago, when you finished your job in the field.

It was a simple mission – get to the place, exorcise a bunch of curses, nothing out of ordinary and nothing especially difficult to do. Quite the opposite, it went smoothly – it took you three hours to hunt down every single one of the little curses, but their grades were low. One thing you were not told before taking the assignment though, was that those curses had a tendency to ugly explode with purple and green goo as they were exorcised. That’s why, when the job was done, you were covered from head to toe in those slimy curse gut-residuals. It was on your clothes, hands, in your hair and you could have sworn it was in your mouth too. You could feel it, smell it, taste it and damn was it disgusting. Hence why you called Nanami on your way back and thankfully found him at home. His apartment was so near, compared to the way you had to reach Jujutsu high and being the sweetheart that he is, he agreed for you to take a shower at his place and even gave you one of his dress shirts to wear, because your clothes were good for nothing but a trash bag. It was way too big, but with a belt it made for a pretty cute dress actually.

Once you were ready to leave, he got up as well.

“I have a thing to check in school so Ijichi will drive us both,” he explained and you gave it a nod and after that, you two went down to get a ride.

“How are you?”, you asked your friend, while you two were comfortably seated in the back of a car. It’s been a while since you last saw Nanami. “I didn’t even ask.”

“I’m good, thanks y/n,” he once again, gave you the slightest one of his smiles and exhaled deeply. “You’re tired, huh?”

“Ah, it’s nothing. Guess I didn’t sleep well today, it’s all good.” You shrugged it off, looking at the driver. “And you, Ijichi? Satoru’s not bothering you too much?”

“I-I’m fine and no, he’s n-not,” the man stuttered, sweat beads forming on his forehead as he spoke and you chuckled. That poor man was constantly being terrorized by the strongest sorcerer for god knows why.

“So, he is bothering you,” you chuckled and Ijichi laughed nervously, wiping his forehead with a tissue. “You don’t have to be so scared of him, he just likes to assert his dominance but he wouldn’t hurt you. Is he bothering you as well, Nanami?”

“Gojo is always bothering me,” the blonde sighed. “It always amazes me how fondly you speak of him. You really seem to like Satoru.”

“Oh, he’s really not that bad,” a smile spread over your face as you thought about Satoru. “He’s quite charming, actually.”

Truth is, you and Satoru are closer than any of you might wanna admit. You’re co-workers, that’s for sure. Friends, also, you know each other since high school and you kept in touch ever since. You probably know the man more than he knows himself. You’ve also been on few dates. Unofficial dates, of course, more like you just went to the same place, at the same time, just the two of you, and sat at the same table or bench, and talked for hours as you were brushing circles onto the skin of his hands or he was just keeping yours in his palms. Those kinds of dates. Nothing serious.

“As charming as a clown can be, I guess,” Nanami shrugged softly and you giggled. “But you two should get together, it’s only you who he seems to not enjoy annoying.”

“Commitment in our profession doesn’t seem like a great idea.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

The rest of the drive went in calm, you talked with the two in the car about sweet little nothings, sharing meaningless details about your days and maybe Ijichi seemed a little more stressed than usual, but you didn’t notice anything too weird to think about it. That’s why when you pulled off to the school and got to the main building, your heart almost jumped out of your chest at the sudden and incredibly loud ‘surprise!’ being thrown at your face.

“Huh?”, it stunned you to the point of disorientation. Why were all of your students and most of the older sorcerers that you know here? Why all the balloons, confetti and the cake?

“It’s your birthday, dummy,” you quickly were swept by the long arm of no one else but Satoru Gojo, who greeted you with a grin wide and bright and a light squeeze on your shoulder. The gesture was friendly, but you couldn’t deny the warmth that exploded in your chest the moment he touched you.

“My birthday?” Oh yes, your birthday. “God, I forgot about it.”

“I figured, buuuut we didn’t so I hope you have a little bit more power in your batteries to celebrate?”, Satoru led you more into the crowded space and with real surprise you noticed that even Yuuta was here, and students from Kyoto along with Utahime. No Gakuganji though, thanks to the heavens.

It was all surreal but at the same time so grounding to be surrounded by so many people that you find close to your heart. And for the next hours, you forgot about how tired your body was, how disgusting you were earlier that day and how perfectly Nanami acted like he has a real job in the school rather than the party to attend.

You stayed there until very late, enjoying every second of talks and laughs with your friends and students. You caught up with all of them, learned about the progress the teenagers were making, got to know more about how work was for the older sorcerers and even, when outside for a quick fresh air breath, one of the little, flying curses gave you a card with few wishes written in it, with no sign whatsoever, but it was the handwriting that gave it away. Suguru Geto. Even though he went a very different path than the rest of you, even though you all lost contact with him the moment he left around the second year, he had never, not even once, forgotten about your birthday, always delivering a card or something else one way or another. It warmed your heart and sometimes you wished to see him just for a moment to give him one last bear hug. You couldn’t, but the card will go to the box of things you cherish, along with the round, dark shades that no one could see through – the ones that Gojo was wearing while in high school; with Shoko’s first scalpel that she used to practice – the very cheap one that got blunt after just few uses; with one button from Haibara’s uniform – the only one that was left hanging by a thread, when he got back to school one last time and along with many other things you’ll hold onto until the day you die.

“Tired?”, Satoru asked you, when the clock hands moved past 1am. Most of the students were already gone and teachers also began to crumble down, calling it a night.

“Exhausted,” you chuckled softly and squeezed the hand he offered you, helping you get up from the couch.

“Let’s get you to bed, how’s that sound?”

“Perfect.”

With all of the goodbyes done, you gathered your gifts and left with Satoru, heading towards your little apartment. All the way he was keeping your hand in his, grinning like he usually does, but something felt off in the way his fingers were wrapped around you. A little tighter than always, little more possessive – a little more like he was afraid to let go of you even though that would be an irrational fear, because you never wanted anything more than to be held by him.

“Soo,” he began, when you both stepped into your place and you put down all of the bags, “I hope you don’t think I forgot about your gift. Though it’s technically not your birthday anymore.”

“Oh, Satoru, you know I don’t care about the gifts, right?” you smiled at him. “All of this, the party, the people, is more than I could wish for. Every second spent with all of you is worth more than any gift I could receive.”

“Yea, yea,” he waved a hand at you, making you laugh. He made you feel all kinds of weird things, one of which being the urge to slap and kiss him at the same time. “I actually have two gifts for you.”

“Of course you have,” a shake of your head was all you could offer him. Of course, Satoru Gojo had to be extra like that. “So?”

“Sooo, that’s the first one.” You didn’t even question the way he pulled the light-blue bag with a matching ribbon on top of it from behind his back, like he had it all of the time, which you know he didn’t. You took it anyway and before you even peeked inside, you reached up to him and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, whispering little ‘thank you’. “You’re welcome, now, you can check it later,” almost immediately after the bag landed in your hands, it was snatched away and put down where the other gifts were. “The second gift-“

You looked at him with confusion, realizing that Satoru was… nervous? He was bouncing slightly on his feet, as if he was hyping himself up. He took his glasses off and brushed a hand through his hair.

“Yea?”, you encouraged him to continue, taking him by the hands in hopes to calm him down a little. “What is it? Satoru, don’t tell me you bought me a snow tiger or something?”

“Huh? No, I didn’t. What, you want a snow tiger? You said they are cute, but-“

“No, absolutely not. No snow tigers, please.”

“Ok, wow, I’m more nervous than I was… ever, probably, that’s new,” he laughed at his own composure, or rather the lack of thereof, and now you really began to worry. What the hell did this man did?

“Just say it, I can take it.”

Pulling him by the hands, you took him onto the sofa, now slightly worrying he might really pass out. Doors to your apartment stayed open wide, but that was the least of your worries, when you two sat down and all your eyes could fix on was a man next to you. He looked stunning in his dark grey sweater that exposed a little bit of his collar bones and his long neck, contrasting with his pale skin, light hair and really making his eyes pop. The eyes that made it so easy to get lost. They were like an ocean under the clear sky and bright sunlight, illuminating with thousands of glittering sparkles and the shades of azure and turquoise mixed and flew one into another, intertwining and creating an artwork impossible to recreate. If someone were to animate Satoru, the whole budget would probably go into his eyes alone.

“So, first you need to know that if what I want to give you is not something you feel comfortable accepting, please don’t feel obliged to and just say no. Okay?”, he spoke again and you nodded.

“Come on, Satoru. Just tell me. Or show me, whatever it is.”

“Show you. Alright, I can do that.”

You expected everything. Your mind even wandered into absurd such as him giving you an airplane for god knows what reason, but even in your boldest, bravest dreams you didn’t anticipate his lips on yours. He went all slow and soft about it, closing the distance carefully, leaving you with more than enough time to react and push him away if you wanted to, and when he finally reached you, planting a gentle kiss to your mouth, whilst his hand rested on the side of your neck a little stiffly, you froze for a second. Your body froze, but your heart was racing inside your chest, beating so hard he probably could hear it and feel it in your pulse underneath his palm. Satoru’s lips felt as soft as they looked, so perfect against yours even though what was happening wasn’t even resembling a kiss. It was more like a press with the slightest movement applied but it spoke so much. It was an offer – that way Gojo opened himself to you, ripped his own chest apart and with that simple peck on the lips, he wanted to tell you that now, he’s ready to be vulnerable with you, if you’d only want him to.

“Is my second gift a kiss from you?”, you questioned when he moved his head back just a little, searching for your reaction. It would be on brand for Gojo to consider a kiss from himself a valuable gift, which it was, but if that’s what he wanted to offer you, he had to put more effort into it.

“It’s me. If you’ll have me,” he almost whispered, smoothing over your jawline with his thumb. “Maybe it’s not the best idea to commit to relationship in our line of work, but fuck this. If you’ll have me, I’m yours.”

“Are you serious?”

“Never been more serious.”

Your heart fluttered. Grabbing his face in both of your hands, you went in and kissed him, pouring into it all of the love you held for him and he purred softly against your lips, wrapping his long arms around you and leaning more against you. He outweighed you; you lost your balance and fell back onto the couch and he followed you closely, breaking the kiss just to ask, “is that a yes?”

“Yes, Satoru. Very much yes,” you chuckled and his lips were back on yours, taking your breath away with how good it felt. Your fingers found a way through his silky, snowy white strands, you smoothed over the back of his neck and his broad shoulders, giving into the sensation that radiated throughout your entire nervous system, sending hot waves of pure euphoria down your spine and into every cell in your body. You were happy, the exhaustion now completely forgotten and only the man above you mattered. His weight felt so right on top of you, even in the insanely uncomfortable position you two were now trapped in with your hips twisted below his torso and him now half in the air and half on the couch because there was no way for his height to fit in here. But it didn’t matter. What mattered was his lips on yours, his warmth on your skin and-

“Doors,” you mumbled into the kiss, the gentle whiff of cold air reminded you of what has been forgotten. The doors, that were still wide open. He could feel your chest rumbling with a chuckle as you realized none of you cared enough to even close your apartment when you went in and he made a decision to ignore this fact, now completely consumed by the thought of you. He hummed something and moved his lips lower, smearing kisses all over your chin and down your neck and you tugged softly onto his hair. “Satoru, doors are still opened-”

Getting up, walking towards the entrance and locking the doors would be the logical thing to do, but the thought of parting his own body from yours for even a second now didn’t dare to cross Gojo’s mind, so he stretched his hand towards the doors, consumed by sucking a red spot to the side of your neck and you couldn’t believe it, but he blasted the door with a cursed energy. They shut with the loudest noise anyone could create at that hour in the middle of the night and not ten seconds passed, before they just fell out of frame and hit the floor with another harsh thud.

That seemed to do the trick in stopping the heat, because both of you froze for a moment and you looked to the side, he looked to the side and the world stopped for a whole five second, before you started laughing and playfully patting his shoulder.

“What have you done,” you whined. “Satoruu~”

“I’ll fix this,” he swore, hiding his face back into the crook of your neck, pretending like he wasn’t even there and you couldn’t help but brush through his hair as laughter still had the better of you. “Guess I’ll have to stay the night so you can be safe.”

“Guess that might be necessary.”

[artydonsgf]

Hi, I know Mike fiast has a dog and not sure if you only write about art or mike but can I request Mike with his dog and a story regarding y/n - any direction works

hi! i forgot to add it to my rules but i don’t really write about actors/real people, all my work is fictional characters because that’s what’s comfortable to me. that’s on me though, but i did write a meet cute with art n his dog! please enjoy<3

“Stop!” The single word is so desperate, you can’t help but look up. Right as your eyes left the book in your hand, a speeding object hits you right in the chest. Everything goes flying, your book now ruined a few feet away. Your head snaps to the ground, your vision briefly going black as a result. You’re still on the floor when the same voice keeps yelling.

“Bad boy! No!” The sound of running fills your ears. You’re hauled up until you’re sitting, making the green of the grass and the blue of the sky blend together. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to control the nausea rising in your stomach.

“Are you alright? Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” a voice frantically checks on you. The stranger places a hand over your hair. You finally stop swaying enough to put a hand up.

“Please stop yelling,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. You swallow another wave of nausea.

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry,” the voice quiets but not by much. You crack an eye open, not really sure what you’d find. Crouched in front of you is a boy your age. His blue eyes are crinkled with worry and his blonde curls stick to his forehead, slick with sweat. The rush in your head stops a fraction. The hand that isn’t on your head is wrapped around the collar of his dog, effectively calming the puppy down. “Racket is only a puppy and I’ve been trying to train him to be less-,” he starts ranting.

“Not to interrupt or judge, but you named your dog Racket?” You both interrupt and judge in the same breath. The stressed look on his face melts away, now replaced with a puzzled look.

“I’m a tennis player, it only felt right,” he explained, his hand still situated on your head. You slowly nod. The dimples on his cheeks deepen with a smile. A click sounds in your brain and you recognize the boy in front of you.

“You’re Art Donaldson!” You move too fast and speak too loud and the sharp pain in your head is a swift punishment. He grabs your shoulder to steady you before nodding. His smile somehow getting bigger.

“You recognize me?” He sounds bashful. You give him a look before throwing a glance at the poster pinned to the tree behind him. A picture of Art is plastered over it with details of his upcoming game. There’s one on every tree in the park. His cheeks turn pink. “I didn’t actually think they’d put it on every tree,” he explains. You nod, still dizzy. It’s only then he remembers that his dog knocked you over. “You need a doctor. Can I bring you to the athletic trainer?” He points to a nearby building. You nod, getting ready to gather your things. He beats you to it and soon, your bag is slung around his shoulder. Racket sniffs at your feet but with a stern warning from Art, he walks forward with no issue. When you finally arrive at the trainer, Art explains what happened and waits patiently until you’re assessed.

“You likely have a very mild concussion. Keep an eye on your symptoms and if they worsen after about three days, please see your primary doctor,” The athletic trainer tells you, strapping a ice pack your head. “And if you can, stay with someone. This is just in case you end up passing out.” She pats your hand and gives you a lollipop on your way out the door.

“Thank you for bringing me,” you turn to Art with a smile. The ice pack strapped your head probably makes your face look a little wonky. “I’ll see you around.” You start to turn away but he grabs your hand.

“Wait,” he turns red upon realizing he grabbed you. “Do you have anyone to stay with?” He drops your hand and starts running his fingers through his hair. Your eyebrows shoot up, though your face looks squished.

“Yeah, my roomate is getting back from spring break in a few days, I’ll be fine,” you start to turn again but he stops you once more.

“I’m just a little worried, do you mind if I check up on you? Maybe through text?” He fishes his phone out of his pocket, dropping it in the process. Your head pounds still but butterflies start to flutter in your stomach.

“Are you asking me for my number?” Your sly look is thrown off once more by the ice pack but his face turns an even deeper shade of red anyway. He clears his throat.

“Yes, I am. I want to make sure my dog isn’t the reason a pretty girl gets irreversible brain damage,” he says with a grimace that is somehow adorable despite its awkwardness. You grab his phone and tap your number in, dropping an emoji with a bandage next to your name.

“We’ll work on your flirting techniques, I’ll see you around,” you wiggle your fingers before crouching down to gently rub Racket’s head. As you walk away, you decide that the concussion was worth it if it meant meeting Art Donaldson.

i know this isn’t exactly what you were looking for but i hope you enjoy anyway!! idk how concussions actually work by the way. thank you for the request n as always, feel free to request something again! mwah mwah mwah

[fruitsoxs]

Having Vash and Wolfwood as roommates would include;;

warnings;; i don't define a relationship, but it kinda hints at all three of you being together, lots of fluff, nothing nsfw (but I'm thinking about doing some nsfw headcanons for this in the future if anyone is interested)

How it happens/Meeting Vash

You’re basically desperate when your plans for moving in with your ex best friend fall through, leaving you basically homeless right before the semester is about to start

Looking online, in the newspaper even, you’re searching for any place that doesn’t look scummy, creepy, or charges you up the ass

Knowing full well that living without roommates in this economy is impossible, you’re hoping to find some nice people-

And boy do you luck out

Posted on some stupid roommate finder website is an add for a three bedroom apartment that’s in a sort of sketchy part of town, but offers protection for anyone willing to brave it. The guy that posted it seems nice, the ad is kinda funny, and the rent is cheap

You decide to try it out

When you first meet Vash, it’s in a little coffee shop near the uni you’re attending. It’s a safe spot to meet with a stranger, and he was cool with whatever you suggested. Green flag.

He’s pretty nice, funny, and insanely cute. He tells you that the other roommate, a man he calls “Nicholas” is at work, but from the way Vash talks about him you assume he’s a chill dude too

You can’t help but feel a bit intimidated by how attractive Vash is. He’s blonde, with a cute little mole, and his eyes are like…woah

Plus he’s got a cute little piercing !!!

No guy this good looking should be this nice

You decide pretty quickly this feels like a good match, and bam the deed is done

You move in next week, get your stuff situated and suddenly you have two new roommates

Meeting Wolfwood

It’s almost disappointing how little you see of the other roommate in the first week. Vash explains that he’s been taking on extra shifts at work but you still kinda feel like maybe the man is avoiding you?

All you know of the man is that he smokes, drinks a little, and has weird taste in movies

You see random objects strewn across the house that belong to him and you start trying to figure out his personality in your head

You decide that he’s probably some skinny stoner, and you’re pretty confident in that hypothesis until you actually see him

You bump into him in the morning right before you head off to start your first day of class

You literally bump into him-

As he’s leaving the bathroom, you’re in the hallways and a collision occurs. To make matters worse he’s shirtless

And he’s hot

He’s wearing sweatpants, his toned torso out in the open, and his hair is a bit of a mess. You can tell it’s sort of a short wolf-cut though- and it’s definitely working on him 

He kinda smirks down at you and says it’s nice to finally “run” into you

And fuck- how are you supposed to survive having TWO hot roomates

General Chaos

You find out pretty quickly that these two are not the most normal people

And you freaking love it

Once Wolfwood’s insane work schedule chills out, you finally get chance to see the duo in action

They kind act like an old married couple. It’s a bit scary at first, and you fear you might be third wheeling but you soon mix into their dynamic quite nicely

Once wolfwood starts calling you some funky nickname you know you’ve wormed your way into their hearts

Your schedules all clash a  bit, but you all find time to see each other throughout the day. Wolfwood has a morning class like you, and so you end up eating breakfast together most days. You start taking turns making food for each other

No matter what you both at least drink an entire pot of coffee together, and complain about life

Vash and you meet up in the afternoon, since your afternoon classes are close to each other. He’s the one who texts you the first time to ask if you want to meet up- and your heart does a little flip

It has become a habit. Whenever you two aren’t busy with other things, you’ll sit outside on a grassy area and talk for a second

All three of you hang out at night when Wolfwood isn’t working insane night shifts

Saturdays are movie nights. You HAVE to attend movie nights

It gets crazy. Especially when Wolfwood graciously shares his stuff.

The first time they see you cry- you’re pretty sure they might explode

You’re stressed from school, whatever job you might have, and probably a few family problems too. Vash walks in to your room to ask you what you want for dinner, sees the tears and whips out his phone to tell Wolfwood

He then immediately rolls you up in a blanket and makes you cuddle him on the couch to destress.

He’s insanely patient with you, rubbing your back and letting you vent

Wolfwood kicks open the door with your favorite comfort food moments later, and the three of you sit and watch a stupid movie

Wolfwood keeps his arm around you, and lets you rest your head on his chest

Vash’s hand is in yours

They’re pretty respectful of your privacy at first- but they’re both like the clingiest friends ever

Vash doesn’t mean to- and will apologize if he oversteps boundaries 

Wolfwood on the other hand just doesn’t care. He’ll waltz into your room and go “Hey- stop screaming- I need you to make sure I got this math correct.”

Crazy competitive game nights, that sometimes end in you pulling Wolfwood off of Vash as Vash screams for his life to be spared (he like staking stars from Wolfwood in mario party) (It ends in bloodshed every time) (He should really stop)

Grocery shopping is just Wolfwood acting like a dad while you and Vash are off shoveling sweets into the cart (He secretly puts his favorite treats in the cart too though)

You and Vash stage an intervention for Wolfwood when he gets a little bit too into buying random jewelry covered in crosses (“we know you have religious trauma- and yes you look good in them- but come on-”). He walks into the apartment, sees the sign, and then walks out

Vash invites his brother over once and you’re pretty sure you’re about to be cut. (“No Vash- Knives is nice…he’s just scary.” “He just has a resting “I want to murder” you face!”)

Feelings bloom?

They really warm up to you. One day it becomes clear that you’re just…part of them now. Like they can’t imagine you ever leaving their side

It’s the same for you. You walk out one day, and grab your mug of coffee from Wolfwood and…you just kinda spot and think that you really like these guys. Things feel right

I think overtime things just slowly get intimate- 

like you start holding Vash’s hand just casually throughout the day

And sometimes Wolfwood will come rest his head on your shoulder from behind, and you’ll reach up and run your hand through his hair

Casual soft touches just become a thing you know?

Vash lets his hand rise under your shirt a bit when you’re sitting with him on the couch

And eventually…maybe they become less casual?

Wolfwood puts his hand on your waist as he passes by behind you

The sexual tension is like palpable 

I don’t really know who finally kisses who- or how things go from wholesome to spicy- but it gets there eventually

And soon you three are more than just roommates, more than friends, and even if you don’t know what it is- it’s kinda perfect

You renew the lease for the next year, and you’re pretty damn happy you were homeless for that little bit now

[bonnymori]

(1/2) From pasta guy, to boyfriend

A/N: i'm almost at episode 1030, finally the others are showing up more like Kid, Killer and Law; can't find any new Killer fics so decided my next work should be one

WC: 2,3k

Contents/Warnings: n/a, very light fic, modern!au ig, fluff, slice of life, gn!reader, trying out new format

Synopsis: Your cravings have led you to a small local restaurant, and surprisingly, bring you to a new romantic interest.

Noodles, spaghetti, pasta.

Sometimes they are all over your tiktok's for you page, or your youtube's feed shorts. That's how you end up awake at noon, looking closely at your phone as someone makes pasta from scratch in video. One can't help it, the process is so interesting although you've watched the same thing countless times: throw in a few eggs, flour, milk and salt in a bowl, mixing that soon gives you a puffy dough, from there the process gets overcomplicated– you just know the ingredients are the same every time.

You blame them for making you so hungry, and robbing you of your sleep.

That's also how you end up in front of a small luncherie, after spending too much time craving those delicious dishes, that you actually gave in and decided to go for it.

The front of the building looks so welcoming, a mix of pastel green and beige makes for a nice touch of painting, accompanied by the large window panes that give a view of the inside. Under your feet at the entrance is a doormat that says "benvenuto!" and upon your head, at the front of the shop is written "àite milis" as in the name of the place. Honestly you have no idea of both of their meanings, but you keep the words to yourself to translate them later.

Your entry isn't as peaceful as when you arrived, though, when the door is pushed outwards in the same time as you try to push it in to enter- whoever is inside was stronger, though, as you barely dodge it when it comes swinging your way with force, as if you hadn't even tried to push it.

"Agh!" You can't help but quip as you step back, avoiding being squashed between the door and the wall.

A surprised grunt comes from the doorframe, where a tall guy with a mask stands frozen, probably shocked with what just almost happened. You can't quite see his eyes from under those blond bangs, but he is surely looking at you wide eyed from the rise of his shoulders.

"Oh my, I'm very very sorry, I didn't see you behind the door."

The guy approaches, inspecting your face for any bruises – mainly because you are still spooked and planted to your feet. His warm hand lands on your shoulder, and you can't help but notice his whole arm looks crazy toned, and your face is lined perfectly with his chest since he's crazy tall too.

You don't let those thoughts cloud for long, taking a step back to look at him properly. "Sorry! Didn't see you coming out too, I got distracted by the place, haha."

"I- …" His head tilts slightly at your saying, and you notice how long his blond hair really is, as it weaves behind him when he turns, a few strands falling upon his shoulders by the movement. "Is that so? Why do you say that?"

"Well the colors are nice! What can I say, it's my first time here." You keep yourself from explaining your reasons during every exchange between strangers, but that only gives him more fuel to continue talking.

He nods, something in his posture changes from lax to a more attentive way– actually, he sorta looks… joyful. "I see, come inside then." His hand leaves your shoulder and waves you in, walking back inside with a skip on his step, so he is happy, why?

"It looks even better on the inside."

You can hear him call as you enter behind him, truthfully, you agree. The floor is boarded (but painted white) and the tables are also made with wood material, the brown matches well with the colors on the wall, white and blue that comes in stripes. The counter is the same color as the tables, it counts with a few comfortable looking stools. How cute, the tablecloths are black with white polka dots! Everything looks delicate and under measure, you can tell the owner has put his passion on every detail.

"So, liked it?"

The silence is broken by the mysterious blonde, you maintain a normal face but inside it gave you a big sudden scare.

"Yes! I think the place looks very delicate." You say what you really thought, to you it would be the best way of describing.

He nods more than once and rubs his hands together like a fly, it's hard to guess but from the movement under his mask, he might have smiled at your compliment, who can guess it.

Why are we talking about this anyway?

"Well…" he starts, as if able to listen to your thoughts, turning his body entirely in your direction and gathering himself in a very professional stance, "You are actually my first customer, so I'd like to accompany the experience with you, if you'd let me."

First customer.

"You're the boss!?" Your jaw drops, only slightly so as to not make yourself a complete fool in front of this handsome guy.

He nods, "It's been two days since I first opened the shop, without getting any new people in, so I'm extremely glad you have chosen this establishment. I'm sorry for the, cough, harsh welcoming." His body does all the talking as he speaks, making gestures and looking at the door, apologizing for the scare. He expresses himself very well for someone who's got almost his whole face covered.

…You can't help but giggle at his big introduction, although serious, he's just a silly guy.

"It's alright, can I get your name since you want to accompany me?" You said, following by the introduction of your name to him.

The man nods. "You can call me Killer."

Killer, huh, what?

You nod, not discarding the chance that it might be just his nickname, and make your way to a table near the window. You don't miss how Killer himself hands you the menu – at your curious stare, he answers that he doesn't have staff yet, it's him and him only, for now.

The menu… is a total road map. There's at least ten different types of noodles including lasagna pasta, each has different kinds of prepping and sauces to include. It's like ordering pizza but in italian… wait, pizza is also italian, right? Historically, nobody knows for certain, but… Anyway, you ultimately decide to order a plate from the popular section – not that the other options aren't good! But for today, keep it simple – that are basically those viral dishes that everybody knows from social media, as in a part of the menu that offers simpler options to choose from.

Today's dish will be… fettuccine alfredo! It should be good for starters.

Killer seems to jolt when you finally look his way again, like he wasn't staring at you all along. "I take you have decided what you are having?"

"Yes! Can I have a fettuccine alfredo, please?" You smile at him, such a polite guy.

He nods at the request, doing a small shoulder gesture you've seen him do before, signaling he's 'happy and ready'. Killer leaves to the back, soon you can hear the sounds of pans and pots being retrieved, as well as the smell of mouth watering food begins to waft through the place.

It's so good to smell, and not just watch it through a screen! You think to yourself, looking around and noting the small details all over his luncherie, finding especially interesting the small metal trinket on the counter, is it handmade?

Time goes like seconds, it's actually a really small pause before Killer comes out of the kitchen with a blue plate in hands, his long legs moving swiftly until he's beside your table and placing the dish in front of you. He lingers a little about even after delivering the order, fixing the folds on the tablecloth and thanking you again for coming to his restaurant.

He's really cute, you think, watching him head back to the counter, the way Killer fiddles about with his hands shows that he's maybe a little anxious, I would be nervous too with my first client.

You look down and damn, the dish looks amazing. The fettuccine normally has a whiter aspect thanks to the sauce, that becomes even more vibrant and appetizing in contrast to the blue colored plate. I hope I don't sound like a food critic, you think to yourself while swirling the first string of thick pasta on your fork, watching as it swirls smoothly with help of the white creamy sauce, it's making your mouth water.

Without thinking, you stuffed it in your mouth with no regrets, immediately melting at the way it explodes in your mouth. Yumm… I will definitely bring leftovers home.

It looks like I won't get any new customers besides Y/N, Killer muses to himself as he leans on the window. Sigh, he's a bit disappointed, but it's the reality of many newly established businesses. It doesn't stop the deep bubbling feeling that comes from his chest, knowing he should be starting on the dishes if he wants to close as soon as possible, since his mood has dampened again.

Right, I can't yet, I have someone over today, as if in cue with his thoughts, his head turns from the window to the person in the middle of his shop, who is humming delightfully as they eat the portion of fettuccine.

It puts him in sort of a daze, his cheeks spotting the faintest of blush, the sight of someone feeling so content while eating the result of his studies and hardwork, that's all I wanted. Killer is glad for his blonde bangs that hide the fact he can't bring himself to divert his eyes away, so touched by his work being appreciated. If the guys saw me acting this way, I wouldn't hear the end of it. After what seems ages, he shakes his head at the thought, slumping even more against the wall as all the exhaustion of setting up a business settles down on his shoulders.

Letting his eyes astray to that one table yet again, he can't help but think they're cute, his hard shell has lessened thanks to the excitement of receiving the first person to give a chance to his work, sure, but Killer can't help but watch them in a different glow from the way he would see other people.

And they like my food, that's a good sign- oh, they're looking at me, he jolts when he's suddenly caught staring, his hands twitching by the sudden spook– and now, they're… beckoning me closer?

Killer can't help but straighten up, fixing himself before strolling with newfound confidence to their table and sitting down across from them.

"It was delicious!" You told him with a big smile, patting the pudge on your stomach formed by his delicious, warming meal. "A pretty big portion too, are you sure the price is up to it?"

"Yes." His deep baritone almost filled the room, almost sending a shudder down your back. "It shouldn't be any higher, that would just scare off more people that it has."

He wasn't negative about it, just realistic. And also a tad nervous, not wanting to say anything awkward.

"I think it was great, actually, I promised- like- to bring leftovers for dinner to my family, do you make meals for takeout?"

Killer is at service, sure, but you still felt a little bad for asking this late, since it's probably rounding closing hours.

"Of course, I'd be delighted to." He responded quicker than you thought, more than happy to attend more work, it really shows he loves cooking, "So, how many portions would you want for takeout?"

"Three! I was thinking of bringing different dishes, you know? Another fettuccine so they can try it too, but I wanted to bring this one too, and…!"

Unnoticed by the both of you, soon, a discussion of what would be the best to bring back to your family started with the chef man, he knew how to add in his view on the subject but without suggesting in a way he wanted you to buy more, but like hey that's really good, it could go even better with this topping. Or I like that one, I think it's a really good choice. Killer was glad the conversation flowed so easily, himself also not noticing the fact a whole hour passed and they hadn't stopped talking, he felt like he wanted to get to know you better more and more through each minute, finding himself in a daze again, his brain filled by the thoughts of you entirely.

What brought him back to reality, though, was glancing down from your eyes – it was really hard – only to see the empty plate and silverware still on the table.

"Oh damn, I didn't see the time fly." A quick glance at the clock on the wall told him it was very late. He sat up, exasperatedly.

Still enough to make your family dinner, with how determined he looked.

Killer didn't even protest when you followed him inside the kitchen, the conversation flowing once again casually, he smiled at the way you found another of Kidd's trinkets, like the one – he persisted to gift Killer as decoration – at the counter.

He'd be sure to make them extra good just for you.

"Thank you so much for everything, Killer." You felt bad for keeping him so long, watching as the key chime when locking the door, disappearing along with his big hand inside his pants pocket.

"No such, I am, in fact, delighted for you."

For a moment, his sapphire blue irises stared into yours, drowning in the pools of color- both of you.

His hand on your shoulder was warm.

Fuschia lipstick marked your hand when his lips parted from your skin, smiling at you.

"I'd like to see you again."

At the end of the night, Killer's frustration had vanished - now that he's got your number.

[beanghostprincess]

Dropping a weird lil hc idea:

Robin and Luffy CLICKING in a weird way bc Luffy was raised v hands off, feral jungle child. Robin had to prioritize Survival from a young age. They both present in different ways but both recognize Fellow Survivalists in each other.

Luffy, bc of a lack of regard or insistence on societal norms, is... Weird.

Robin, who had to unlearn societal norms to make it against the world, doesn't bat an eye.

He asks for a few of the crew's hairs one day, no warning, no set up. Everyone is absolutely bamboozled. "Or like. Some piece of your clothes is fine too! I need it."

Robin just nods, plucks a few hairs and hands em over. And Luffy pulls out this old, beat up pendant, opens in, ties the strands with a knot in the middle and puts it in. There's a few bright orange, a blond curl, wavy black, a knotted piece of white-and-red, a bit of stark red, and muted dark green already in there. Then he looks expectantly to the rest.

Trying to explain WHY is hard, bc Luffy just thinks "I need pieces of my precious people with me." Robin Gets it - but it's also... difficult to put into words.

The crew eventually agrees, and soon enough Luffy's pendant is full of little hairs.

((Nami debates looking into another, bigger, pendant for the future.))

Similarly, Robin enjoys watching people sleep. It's off-putting sometimes, but the crew grows to accept it for what it is. She can't explain it beyond "you're so vulnerable near me~"

Luffy Get It, and neither can explain it. It DOES lead to some funny interactions, but it's all in good fun.

The pendant thing is actually so cute,,, He would so do that. Definitely. He always needs to carry his crew with him.

Actually, I love these two. I barely talk about the bond Robin and Luffy have, but they're incredible. It's not only that Luffy made Robin say she wanted to live again and saved her life, but they just clicked. Robin has been demonized for her whole life, and Luffy is pretty much one of the first people to see her kindness and pain and want to take her with him. She has so much hope in him and she loves him deeply. He gave her a chance to live freely and learn to love and enjoy life. It's extremely sweet. I think Robin says the weirdest things and Luffy is the only one either laughing or understanding what she means. She also likes watching him sleep because he looks vulnerable around her and not a lot of people do it, so it calms her down. Makes her happy. And Luffy likes sleeping around her because he just likes knowing she's there with him. It's a very cute relationship about Robin enjoying the years she couldn't when she was younger and Luffy fighting for her right to be free.

[do-it-jakey-baby]

Dreams in Ink

Danny Wagner x f!reader

Synopsis: Danny has booked in to get his third tattoo with a very sentimental reason behind it.

Warnings: mentions of needles, tattooing

A/N: This was a special request for one of my pookie’s birthdays!! HBD my gorge baby g, this one’s for youuuuu. 🎂🫶🏻

Today was the day.

Even though he’d done this twice before, the nerves still gnawed away at him. But what better way to commemorate playing at the Royal Albert Hall than getting a new tattoo? He and his brothers had dreamed about this moment since the inception of Greta Van Fleet, and now it was actually happening. So many years had been spent preparing for this very moment, they were all truly grateful for the opportunity and determined to make it a night to remember.

The band’s assistant had taken care of the booking, Danny explaining what he wanted and letting her do her thing. She’d found a cute little studio, not too far from their hotel. All he needed to do was show up, which alleviated some of the stress of the experience they were about to embark on. The entire band loved being in London, the city was so vibrant and the fans were just as passionate as back home in the States.

Following his usual morning routine, he stepped out of the shower and took great care when it came to his bouncy curls. He’d learnt along the way to use a cotton t-shirt to dry them, plopping them on top of his head as he got ready for the day. He then raked his hands through the curls and applied a gel to set them, scrunching up through the ends to the base. Once he was happy with the form of his ringlets, he grabbed his room key and headed out. Usually, his brothers would tag along to the studio, but today they were all feeling the effects of the pub that they situated the evening before, so a member of the security team was his only company. They arrived at the studio five minutes early, Danny’s palms beginning to sweat with anticipation. A bubbly, bright eyed girl with long, blonde hair approached him as he walked in through the door.

“Hi there, do you have an appointment?” She smiled, showcasing her pearly white teeth.

“Hi, yes. Daniel Wagner, my appointment is at 10.”

“Fantastic, if you could just fill out this form for me and I’ll let Y/N know you’re here. She’ll be over to show you the design in a minute.”

Danny filled the form out and gave it back to the girl, then took a seat in the waiting area.

A few moments later, the tattoo artist made her way through the thick, forest green velvet curtains that separated the reception from the main studio. She was possibly one of the most beautiful women he’d ever laid eyes on, with her silky, mahogany hair and cherry red lips.

“Daniel, right?” She asked, squatting down in front of him with her iPad in hand.

“Uh, yeah. But you can call me Danny, if you like. Most people do.” He wanted to smack the heel of his hand into his skull, why was he getting so flustered?

“Ok, well hi Danny. I’m Y/N. I’ve got the design here, if you wanna have a look and let me know if it’s what you had in mind.” She flipped the screen around in her hands and held it out to him.

He’d chosen the outline of the Royal Albert Hall. It seemed fitting, given the importance that playing there held in his heart. He peered down at the screen, noting that the design was exactly what he’d hoped for.

“That’s perfect!”

“And we’re going on your wrist?”

“Yeah, please.”

“Fab! Ok then, I’ll get the stencil sorted and then we can get started.”

With that, she stood up and walked back through the curtain, the smell of her perfume wafting through the breeze as she moved past him. It was such an alluring fragrance, subtly sexy but warm. It reminded Danny of a summer night back in Nashville, sat around a campfire with a glass of whiskey in hand. It smelt like home. In fact, he’d been so fixated from it since the moment she’d left that he hadn’t even noticed his name being called.

“Danny? You ready? Not having second thoughts now, are we?” She chuckled. Oh god, her laugh was so musical, the sweetest melody.

“Yeah, sorry... Lost in thought.”

“Come on back, let’s get you stencilled up.”

He entered through the curtains with her, walking out into a relatively small, but homely studio space. There was another artist at work in their own booth, a partition dividing the two spaces for client privacy.

“Ok, so I’ve printed out three sizes, so if you take them over to that mirror and try them on for size. Once you’ve picked the size you like, I’ll pop it on for you.”

Danny approached the mirror and held the three sizes up to his arm, deciding on the smallest of the three. The artist then shaved his arm and applied the stencil solution, then pressed the stencil down onto his wrist. She carefully peeled it off, urging him to go and take one more look before she began. Happy with the size and placement, Danny laid down on the couch and extended his arm out to lay on the rest. She slipped into her latex gloves, then took a seat on her stool.

“You ready?”

“Yeah, a little nervous though. This is my third tattoo, but it’s still pretty daunting.” He let out a nervous laugh, which brought a smile to her face.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” She winks.

She dips her machine into the small pot of ink, then stretches the skin of his wrist between her finger and thumb. She leans in, her breath tickling along his skin, causing his breath to hitch right at the moment the needle makes contact. She pulls back, her eyes clapping onto Danny’s.

“Are you ok? Was that too much?”

“No, no. Sorry, carry on. I’m all good.”

She rubs her hand across his arm, trying her best to soothe his nerves. He can tell that she genuinely cares about her clients, which is incredibly endearing.

“As long as you’re sure. I can help take your mind off it if you want? Tell me why you chose the design.”

She goes back to her position and begins to etch the line work into his skin, giving him occasional reassuring glances and listening intently as he explains the meaning behind the tattoo.

“Well, me and my brothers are playing at the Royal Albert Hall tomorrow night. It’s been a huge dream of ours for the longest time, so it’s extremely sentimental.”

“Wow, you’re playing there? You must be pretty big, huh?”

“I guess you could say that.” He chuckles.

“Tell me about your band. It’s so cool that you’re getting to live your dream.” She grins.

“Well, I’ve known the guys for what seems like my whole life. They are blood brothers, but really we’re all brothers. They are my best friends, such an amazing bunch of guys. Sam was my best friend growing up, we were practically attached at the hip. Still are. Josh and Jake are twins, a few years older than Sam and I. Jake’s dream was always to start a band, so the rest of us just kinda went with it. Music has been such a big part of our lives, we’re so influenced by it. It great that we now get to influence people too.”

“Danny, that’s amazing! It sounds like you guys are really close, getting to do what you love with them must be so fulfilling.”

“Yeah, it really is. I get to travel the world with them, explore countries we’d have never got to see if it wasn’t for the band. We’ve actually just finished up the Europe leg of our world tour. Next stop is North America again, then we go onto Japan, Australia, and New Zealand.”

“Damn! Ok I’m gunna need to know the name of your band, sounds like I have some listening to do.”

“It’s Greta Van Fleet, but please don’t feel obliged!”

“If you’re good enough to tour the world, I’m sure you’re good enough for me.”

She finishes up the rest of the tattoo, wiping down his wrist with cooling green soap which is gratefully received.

“So, what do you think?”

“I love it, thank you so much. And thanks for chatting with me, it really did take my mind off it.”

“Anytime.” She gives him a sweet smile. “Here’s a sheet with some aftercare information on it. It was lovely meeting you, Danny. I hope the show goes well tomorrow.”

“Likewise, you made me feel so comfortable today. It really was a pleasure, Y/N.”

She blushes slightly, then composes herself, running her hands through her hair.

Fuck it. Here goes nothing…

“I’m sorry if this is too forward, in fact please don’t feel like you have to say yes. But I had a lot of fun chatting with you, and I’m free this evening. If you don’t have plans, would you want to come out for a drink with me?”

She mulls it over for a minute, the cogs turning in her head.

“Yeah… sure. I don’t usually accept offers from clients, but something’s telling me you’re different. Here’s my business card, shoot me a text.”

Danny holds the card in his hand, looking down at it. He smiles, then looks back up.

“Great. I will. I’ll see you later? Thanks again for today.”

“Yeah, see you later, Danny.”

[the-nerds-in-black]

If you don't mind me asking, what inspired your designs for the LiB human forms? Why did you give them the looks that you did?

I love this question!! I'll explain a bit of my design process. (Be prepared, it is a long explanation!)

First and foremost, I wanted to retain their color schemes, but sort of "normalize" them in a sense. The lords dress very bright and wacky, and I wanted to keep that but also make them look like someone you could just pass on the street. So, the first thing I did was assign them natural hair colors. A more natural blonde for Tinky, ginger for Wiggly (because I found it funny), etc etc..

I also tried to make their clothes more "believable". You dont really see a lot of people walk around in shiny, brightly saturated, monochromatic outfits in everyday life. Personally, I think we should normalize that, but whatever. So, I broke up and spread the color throughout their outfits. Pokey still has blue, but its only in his pants and tie. Tinky still has orange and a little bit of red, but he doesnt have those neon yellow matching jacket and pants combo like in canon. Basically the first step in designing them was making them look.. kinda normal!

Then the second part! Relating them to my pre existing lords designs!

Disclaimer!! These are old designs from months ago, and Ive been slowly redesigning them so they aren't exactly accurate to how I envision the Lords!

But anyway, then comes the easy part, making them look like my interpretations of the lords! Face shape, nose type, hair texture, body type, etc etc. I did accidentally make Tinky less husky as a nerd, which wasnt intentional, so when I draw him later he will be a bit stockier!

As for exact design choices for each of the Nerds In Black, this is how I designed them!

Pokey

His outfit is meant to resemble Paul's outfit by the end of tgwdlm. Its pure irony and I am a sucker for that! It also feels like something Pokey would wear casually: formal but not too formal. The little heels are purely for show. In the future I'd probably draw him with chunkier heels. The little streak in his hair comes in a later chapter!

Tinky

I really channeled nerd energy into his design. The short sleeved button down over a t-shirt speaks to me. Also gave him a watch because I felt it was the easiest way to allude to who he is. Plus, it matched the shape language of his glasses! (Which alludes to his goggles in canon) When I draw him in the future I am drawing him a bit chubbier and with messier hair. Also, ive never written about it or drawn it, but Tinky still has an overbite!

Wiggly

He is actually pictured in an outfit that will show up in the next few chapters! It's a dressier outfit than what he woke up in. The inspiration comes from a funny place actually: Grace's outfit. White shirt, cardigan vest, a little ascot resembling tentacles, its just a slightly more masculine (and green) version of her outfit. And this serves a purpose! For now, I'll say that Grace and Wiggly have a surprising amount of things in common, and they are sort of like foils to each other. It was also important to make him look non threatening, including his lanky frame and freckles. Basically, i wanted to emphasize his insecurities, the parts of himself that he believes make him weak, so that he can't avoid facing them head on!

Nibbly

I went a little silly for this one. PERSONALLY, and this is my opinion, I dont.. really care for Nibbly's outfit in canon, but I tried to keep the skirt, pigtails, and overall feminine expression. I feel like the dark sweater contrasted well with the skirt and peppermint inspired accents. Honestly, im not sure if this one is one of my favorites and I may rework it a little, but I still think its cute! Plus he has a little gap between his teeth! Also, the corset was a fun idea I had, and I think he will get it in a later chapter. The strings on the corset are supposed to resemble sharp teeth too.

Blinky

Being fr I have no idea what i was thinking with the polka dots on the hoodie. Maybe like.. eyes? Definitely going to rework that. Anyway, I wanted Blinky to be dressed very modestly. Its sort of meant to represent that he prefers to watch and not be watched. The face mask also serves that purpose, plus obscuring his mouth. I also kept his glasses, but made them a necessity. Its an added weakness, and worse, its a weakness that was once his strength.

In conclusion...

Overall, I think Pokey, Wiggly, and Tinky are my strongest designs that have a lot of thought into him! I will be changing a feel small things in the future, but for now I think they are fine.

And that's my design thought process! Thanks for asking about it :3

[siennablaze219]

@daily-writing-challenge - May 2024 - Day 7 - Captivate

A little late but drawing the dress took a little while.

NSFW

@vixannya (Thank you for the setting)

A Walk on the Wild Side

Zubrette Goldensorrow smiled up, up, up at her date, and partner, she was pretty but he was breathtaking. His bronze hued skin looked like a metallic tan with the near charcoal scales studded across him, black hair and blue eyes were such a unique combination. In his hair he wore decorations in silver and blue. He was about a foot and half taller than her with shoulders wide enough that when he stood behind her no one would even know she was there from the back. His color combination had started to bleed into her style choices, her artistic style flared to life when she got to be on his arm without being matchy-matchy.

Tonight she was in a sheath dress that was ombré from deep blue, violets and green lightning to peacock, teal, sapphire, and amethyst down to an icy blue, mint, and lilac all were gemstone shards that looked like stained glass. Zubrette she highlighted the partner’s height differences by choosing silver, lace up, flat sandals, she could have worn heels, but she felt better able to react in the flats and she actually enjoyed her diminutive size and how people often misjudged her because of it. Her peachy blonde hair still had its side braids but the rest was pulled back in a riot of waves, nothing fancy in comparison to her dress.

Yet as stunning her dress was, Zhathras was *fancy* dressed in an outfit that matched his masculine sense of style; she had helped him put it together with a tailor friend of her uncle. His long coat was ivory with a darker cream shimmer patterned into it, the wide lapels had silver filigree details on them, the piping along it matched the silver and there were rows of seven metal buttons on each side. Beneath that was a flat ivory vest that buttoned to a point in the center of his chest, black lapels on it disappeared beneath the jacket then came back into a high collar just below the standing line of jacket’s. A charcoal shirt with a slight vee laid against his skin and at the neck he wore a blue pendant, designed by Zubrette, that matched his eyes. The leather pants were simple compared to all the layers he wore on his upper body, they were the same charcoal as the shirt, and broke at just the right line over black shoes. He was just mouth watering.

Wrinkling up her nose cutely at Zhathras, “Welcome to your first appearance in the upper echelon of society, my love. People are just going to melt when they see you. I will be the most overlooked woman in an exquisite dress in the place.” The paladin had no hint of hurt feelings in her tone, she knew she was a dynamic personality and no one would really overlook her, ever. “Ori should be here, I am guessing lost in the art,” Zubs smiled, and held his arm, not in need of the support, or possessiveness, but she loved touching him.

Luckily enough for her, he returned that love because she was lost in him so often, his hand laid over hers. “It will be impossible for me to look at the art, you are too beautiful.” He paused for a moment, “I am fairly sure a group of women over there are talking about us.”

“Oh?” The paladin didn’t turn to look at the women, his hearing was better than hers so she just took it at face value. “Are they saying how they wish to take my love and lavish him with passion and praise that they feel he deserves?”

He grinned at her, “Well they are impressed with me and wondering what a woman from your house did to entice me. What do they mean by your house? Does the type of house you live in designate who should be attracted to you?”

Zubs laughed, these things didn’t bother her the way it would her mother, which is why she didn’t care what they said. “In a way, to them at least. Remember when I explained about nobles, when we talked about my mother’s expectations of me? Some people believe that who your parents are, or how much money you have, makes you more worthy.”

“Since I have no money and no parents, why would they consider me too good for you?” He asked, looking as confused as he sounded.

Leaning in she rubbed her cheek against his upper arm, “You are outside the purview of their rules since you are not Sin’dorei or Quel’dorei. If you were to date one of them they might want you to care more about such things.”

His eyes flared and bronze veins flared in them, “They judge you as lesser?” Zhathras’ shoulders began to roll back as his spine straightened, ready to defend her against their words.

Zubs turned and placed herself in front of him and cupped her hand on his cheek. “My love, what they think of me doesn’t matter to me, hasn’t in a very long time.”

“But your mother cares, yes?” He never forgot much and she had told him more than once about the troubles between them and why she sent money home but never went to see her parents as long as he had known her.

“Overly much, just like those women, but I love you and would never go home again if it was a real problem.” She tipped her head up, Zubrette had never lied to him concerning these things.

Zhathras leaned down and kissed her slowly, not caring who might see them, she was his and it was better that he used that rise in emotion by worshiping her in a deep kiss than trying to go fight women that didn’t matter to her. When the kiss ended his eyes were a clear blue once more, the rush of emotion drained into their connection.

Ori cleared her throat, “Fel cousin, is there an attractive man summoning portal you know about?”

“I think that I have the most attractive man available, or unavailable, so I have no need for such a portal. Zhathras this wicked woman is my dear cousin, Orialeyne,” Zubrette turned back to face her cousin. “Come now, I am certain you have art to teach us about.”

As they began moving around the gallery together Ori and Zubrette chatted animatedly while Zhathras smiled down at them, well he smiled much more at Zubrette, but he was biased. The dilettante pointed out paintings she had purchased and then they stopped before the one she was still thinking about. Twice it looked like some of the women that had been talking about the couple earlier might approach but the little paladin would turn and offer up a wicked, ‘I will make you cry’ smile and they would walk off. She hadn't survived as the only daughter of a disgraced House at different social functions without learning to make bullies back down quickly.

After they all went to the location of the afterparty together, Ori grinned at the couple, “I was going to leave you two, but if you are looking for a th…”

Zubs did not let her finish, she stood on her tip toes and kissed her cousin’s cheek, “Nope, I get to experience the debauchery with my partner all by myself. Tell your parents I said hello.” She did not quite push her cousin away, but it was close.

“Debauchery, hmmm?” Zhathras asked while giving Ori an absent wave, she had been nice and he had been polite all night but the desire to have Zubrette to himself once more was stronger in him than worrying about her family’s opinion of him, besides the final part of the trio of cousins already adored him.

Golden eyes looked up to meet blue, “Oh, didn’t I tell you about that? Well, the whole thing is not that kind of party, there will be food…”

“Good, you haven’t eaten all night. I was starting to worry.”

“I am not sure what all is planned but I have heard about these parties and they are always multifaceted and there is more than a hint of sexual energy there.”

He grinned, “Well then, we should go explore this sexual energy.” Zhathras did not pick her up and carry her in, but he walked quickly enough for her to have to pull on his arm slightly since his strides were much longer than hers and she was in a tight skirt.

Entering the space, Zubrette and Zhathras both stopped and stared in amazement at the tree of life. They had explored the isles together, but nothing there was as magical as this was. A brilliant smile curved her lips and she tucked her body against his in pleasure, it was nice to experience this with him.

For his part Zhath was stunned, he had never seen such a flagrant display of magic used for nothing but entertainment. The bronze had seen plenty of time shenanigans, he was even an oracle of a sort, but this was at a scale he would remember forever. Looking down at his lover he smiled as she looked at the tree, as splendid as it was she was more so to him.

Taking his hand Zubs began to pull him, “Let’s explore.” She was sure there was a map, or people that could explain where everything was, but that would be way too mundane a way to enjoy this party, so she just plowed forward with the same zeal as she had with the rest of her life. Zubrette was a Pandaren ground blossom that lit up a pathway wherever she would go.

Walking around the base of the tree just to get her bearings, Zubrette narrowed in on the archway where she saw people with food exiting. Being so animated, and fighting, or sparring, daily took a lot of replenishment for the little woman. Food was one of her favorite pastimes because of this, and Zhathras liked to make sure she was cared for, so he always guided her to a meal before it was needed. In making sure she had food they would always find common ground.

With so much to choose from they just headed to the buffet, getting a meal quickly was her priority because she had so much else to see. Once they each had plates full, and had scoped out the dessert table, the pair found an empty table to enjoy their meal and tumblers of bourbon they had acquired. Talking softly to one another no one else in the room, maybe at the entire party, mattered to them, she was excitedly chattering about the party and he was looking at her, seeing the fire within and was captivated by it as he always was.

The plates emptied quickly and they refilled their drinks before Zubrette was off again. Leaving the center archway she turned them and led them through another one. This area held the soothsayers, spa facilities and other services people might be interested in. She looked up at Zhath and smiled, “Should we pamper ourselves a little? A massage, or maybe speak to a fortune teller?”

“I can already tell your future,” he stated, which was true in more than one way, he had already warned her when her company absolutely needed her somewhere, and he knew her future was with him. “And we can visit the spa at home, or in that sexy little set of caves we found with the enterprising greens running it. If you really want a massage I can give you one later, when we are alone.”

Zubrette leaned over to rub her cheek against his arm, “Agreed on all your points.” It was then she noticed Ori speaking to a very handsome dark haired man who was massaging her feet and legs. “Well, at least she is not out here experiencing all of this alone.”

He turned his head and saw her cousin, “Somehow I doubt she has trouble with such things, she is very self assured. If my heart was not already bound to the most beautiful being who rivals the enchantment of this gathering, I might even notice how lovely she is.”

As he was acknowledging he noticed the beauty of her cousin by saying such a thing Zubrette just reached up and took a hold of his jacket lapel urging him down so she could kiss him.

They had just spent hours without indulging in even a single sensual moment meant heat flared through him at her demanding connection. Stepping into her he pushed her back until she was against a mirrored wall and devoured her offering. They did not engage in set roles in their relationship, it was a wonderful balance of back and forth. He was still learning about what he enjoyed and she was more than well versed in so many aspects of pleasure that often she led him into new things, but once he knew something he was more than happy to repeat the process with skill and enthusiasm. He was the one to break the kiss and he placed his lips just under her ear for a gentle touch and whispered, “I am glad you wore your hair loose because I want to bury my fingers into it and hold you while we drown in each other.”

Zubrette tipped her head for him to have access to the line of her neck, “Mmmm, I am certain we can find a quiet corner somewhere and maybe you can use that hold on my hair for other reasons.” The reply was said with a saucy air to it and she let go of his lapel to signal that the moment of the kiss had passed, when he would pull back she was wearing a very bratty smile on her face. “Come on my love, there is more to see.”

She was leaving the tunnel into the tree itself for last, instead she moved around it to the tunnel opposite the metaphysical and nurturing space. When she entered the area she decided to go down first, stepping into the undersea area she moved to the side and paused leaving room for others to pass. “Sun bless,” she said quietly, then took his hand and almost sprinted to the upper room. With a little bounce on her toes she led them back down stairs, then released his hand so she could turn in a circle with her chin tilted up so she could see the performers.

Zhathras once again took his time looking around but then his gaze landed back down on her face, she captivated him and no matter what might be around them in this place, nothing compared to her beauty in his eyes. Stepping up to her, he took her hand in his and tucked her in against his body then led her into a dance. She was a gorgeous dancer in a rave or nightclub setting, but he decided once when she was on campaign that he would learn the more romantic dances so he could lead her in moments like this. Working around the dance floor he moved gracefully and compensated for her short skirt to keep the movements easy for her. Weaving them around the entire dance floor, when they got near to the stairs he picked her up and kept the pattern of the dance as he carried her up to the ballroom above. At the top,of the stairs he sat her back on her feet without missing a step, he was a smooth one with strength and grace that he was happy to delight her with.

For her part she just moved with him, her trust completely in his hands. Tucked in against his body she smiled up at him, and stepped easily once she found the pattern. Just like with sword work, she moved with a refined flow, trained to match the direction of an opponent, meant that she could mirror her partner as she followed along. When he lifted her she laughed with delight, then offered another as she realized he was guiding them up the stairs without pausing their dance. Sliding down his body as he lowered her she stepped back just enough to let the weight of the gemstones on her dress to find its place on her thighs and not ride up.

One dance led to another and they would pass from one floor to another, not dancing on the stairs but that once. After a great deal of time enjoying those special rooms they grabbed drinks from the bar as well as water, which they both drank quickly after the dancing. “All that is left is through the tree itself, do we dare see what life itself holds for us?”

“I know my life ahead holds, love and beauty as I will have you with me.” When they first met he would say sweet things, but through the months he has refined his compliments to sear them into her memory. “But yes, let us step through the entrance and find what other delights this party holds.”

The paladin took his hand and tugged him along, Zhath giving enough resistance for her to truly have to try and move him as a joke. “If you don’t hurry up I will go find Ori and that man and join them”

Zhathras growled possessively at her, “I do not advise that course of action, Zubrette.”

His growl sent chills down her spine and she could not help the look of desire she shot at him as she turned her head to look at him, “then you better hurry up, my time lord.”

Through the tree, slipping through the roots and staring at the colors that coated the lower passage. Down they went and when they fully entered the room Zubrette knew she found what she had been looking for all night. The pulsing of the music and the acts on the stages were exactly her scene. Drawing him to a booth by where Dicenne was demonstrating his skill in shibari, Zubrette took a seat in Zhathras’ lap.

They had discussed rope play before, but never had indulged much, their passion was too fiery still to try and restrain it in any way. Settled in against his chest Zub’s began to undo the buttons on his vest, once that was done she ran her hands up over his shirt then helped him ease his jacket off. Leaning forward she spoke with a sultry look, “Roll up your sleeves.” This.. this sexy dominant male was part of a fantasy she had often, one that he definitely encouraged her in.

“Look at him, look at her, see the beauty of not just the restraint but her expression of ecstasy at just being bound and shown off for a crowd. The art of this is not always about the sex, but the tying of each knot releases a pressure within that triggers one to absolutely just give themselves over to the moment.”

He listened to her as he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, he liked the look of wonder on her face as she spoke of the artistry and emotional release of being bound, clearly he had some research to do. “And you would like this? Being suspended as she is in a crowd of people?”

She looked back at him with a half dreamy expression on her face, “Maybe not in public, but yes, I would enjoy this kind of play.” Turning her body, she straddled his lap, not caring that her dress slid up just enough to expose the entire line of her muscled hamstrings and the fact that she was wearing nothing beneath the creation of fabric and blue hued gems. In this position it took very little to press into her knees to rise up and kiss him hungrily, the heat the night had built was a flame that had kindled into a bonfire while she had watched the woman submitting in the interwoven red ropes.

Zhathras responded eagerly, his large hands around to grab the globes of her ass, encouraging her to press against him and open her lips so that he could slide his tongue along hers in a more intimate dance than the ones they had shared above.

Remaining like that until the beat changed to a song Zubrette loved, she broke the kiss and bit his bottom lip gently. “I will be back.” The spitfire of a woman moved to the dance floor nearest their booth, confident enough to take up space and claim it as her own. She danced for him and for herself, rolling her head allowing her hair to fall like a cascade of liquid copper over her face, the motion bleeding down into her body as she rocked and undulated mimicking what they might be doing soon. The athletic form displaying herself in a picture of seduction just for him.

The Dracthyr had to adjust himself as the proof of his reaction to the kiss and now the dance made his leather pants press tightly over him. His blue eyes blazed with intensity, cold fire that was ready to blaze and entwine with the one his Sun blessed beauty embodied. A low rumble of approval ricocheted around his chest cavity and the desire to go and get her made him tighten his grip on the tumbler of bourbon. They had barely had anything to drink but his mind grew hazy, lust drunk, needing to claim her beauty.

As the song faded to another she strode forward purposefully, straddling his lap again, Zubrette leaned in to mock whisper as the music overruled any attempt to speak quietly. “When we are ready, my condo is not so far from here.”

“When we go to your condo you will have weak knees, I might just have to carry you.” His declaration true, he toyed and teased her, his hands ever busy as they kissed and sling along time together. Using a hint of his gift he slowed them so he could spend more time watching her shatter again and again, to the dull throb of the music slowed along with them. When she slumped, sweat sheened and shaky, he grinned wickedly and spoke lowly to her, “Come let us go and seek your condo so we can release the pent up anticipation you have created in me, sun in my sky.”

#siennablaze219

[bbutterflies]

Chemistry with him (Ninovember 2023)

It’s finally time!! I'm so excited to share this fic!! Read it on ao3. Written for @ninovember, these prompts were such a blast! Thanks so much!

Daily updates on ao3 with one chapter per prompt! Adrino meet cute in chemistry class with lots of fluff, some identity shenanigans, and eventual reveal. All my usual vices haha but it's super fun and cute! I’m expecting it to be around 45-50k in the end.

First chapter below the cut (Solo song) 💕

Nino was feeling really, really alone as he walked into his chemistry lecture. The room was massive, easily set up to fit a few hundred students and already half-full. He was immediately overwhelmed by it all.

(He wished he knew why he had to take this class, for starters, because he wasn’t looking forward to it.)

He’d imagined his first day at uni plenty of times, and it never panned out like this. This… kinda sucked. He was all alone, all of his friends at other schools. He picked out a seat in the middle of the lecture hall at random, because it’s not like he’d know anybody in this class. He didn’t know anyone who was already here. He wouldn’t know anyone who came in later.

It wasn’t all that bad. Nino was, unfortunately, kind of used to being alone.

He hadn’t planned for this. He hadn’t planned to come to this uni, knowing no one, having no friends here at all. When he’d committed, so had his (at the time) boyfriend. But his now-ex was someone he definitely didn’t want to see. And, well, since they’d planned to move in together, Nino was now stuck still living at home.

Which kinda sucked, when all his friends got to move out and into their own places, but at least Nino got to still enjoy his mom’s cooking and he was walking distance from his classes.

And he was used to being alone, so he could totally do this. He’d done it before. He could make it through the semester, and maybe even find some new friends, and it’s not like he wouldn’t see all his old friends from lycèe. He could hang out with them. He was still Carapace, so he’d see Marinette and Alya (and Chat Noir, whoever he was) on patrols and during akumas. He’d just be alone in all of his classes. But it would be fine, as long as he kept his head on straight.

It kind of sucked he was taking chemistry, but classes had filled up fast and he needed to take something and his advisor had said the credits would, somehow, count towards his major. It really sucked he was taking it first thing on a Monday morning (and Wednesdays, and Fridays, unfortunately). But he could get through it. He knew he could.

So no more boys. No distractions. He could do this all on his own.

“Is anyone sitting here?”

Nino looked up to find the source of the voice. A blond, green-eyed, absolutely beautiful someone.

Okay. Maybe one distraction.

“It’s all yours,” Nino said.

The man smiled as he sat down next to Nino. “Thanks.” He was almost impossibly handsome, far too put together for a Monday morning lecture, and Nino knew instantly he was in trouble.

(He wasn’t in love with this guy. He’d said all of three words to him.

Except, well, he was maybe a little in love with him and his perfect smile.)

He was kind of familiar, actually, now that Nino thought about it. Like, really familiar. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

“You might’ve seen me on a billboard on your way in. Or maybe in an ad,” the man said with a shrug.

A model? That would explain how Nino knew his face (and how attractive he was), but he couldn’t quite place him still. “Yeah, I’ve definitely seen you before. I can’t remember your name.”

“You’ll get it,” the man said, and then he winked.

Nino was a little speechless, his heart in his throat, but he missed his chance to really say anything else. The man was digging out a notebook and getting ready for class, and Nino didn’t want to interrupt.

“Hey, are you taking the lab for this class?” the man asked.

“Oh, no,” Nino said. “That seemed terrible.”

He laughed a little. “I was gonna ask you where it was, but I guess you’re not the person to ask, huh?”

“Definitely not. Sorry.”

“No worries.” The man offered him a warm smile before turning his attention back to his notebook.

God, what was his name? It was right on the tip of Nino’s tongue. Something with an ‘A’, he was pretty sure. Nino really wanted to keep talking to him, and remembering his name would be a really good excuse to talk.

It didn’t come to him before the professor started talking, though, and then it was definitely too late.

The lecture, thankfully, wasn’t really much of a lecture. It was the first day so there wasn’t much content to be learned, and it meant Nino could think about the person sitting next to him. He’d much rather think about that than listen to the professor read over the syllabus.

He’d definitely seen this guy before. And if he was a model, Marinette had maybe talked about him before. No, Marinette had definitely shown Nino pictures of him before.

He finally remembered after class, when the man had already packed up his things and had started walking away.

“Adrien!” Nino shouted, and he definitely hadn’t meant to say that so loud.

Adrien turned back around, clearly startled.

“Sorry!” Nino said quickly. “I, uh, I just remembered your name.”

Adrien smiled and even laughed a little. “Yeah. That’s me. Do I get to know your name?”

“I’m Nino.”

“Well, Nino,” Adrien said, shifting his bag on his shoulder, “I’ll see you next class?”

“Yeah,” Nino said, suddenly excited to come to his chemistry lecture. “I’ll save you a seat.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” Adrien waved, and Nino was frozen in place watching him go.

Adrien Agreste. That was his name. Nino couldn’t believe the chances of Adrien Agreste being in his lecture, let alone sitting next to him. Maybe chemistry wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Nino almost couldn’t believe it when he found himself looking forward to his next chemistry lecture. It was stupid to be excited about seeing Adrien, but he was. And, hey, he’d take just about anything to make the class more bearable.

He sat in the same seat as last time, and he waited. He wasn’t surprised when he heard his name.

“Nino!” Adrien said excitedly as he walked over, smiling bright.

“Hey, Adrien,” Nino said, smiling right back.

“Thanks for keeping me a seat,” Adrien said. “I can’t believe how many people are in this lecture.”

Most of the seats around them were already taken. Nino would be more than happy to save one next to him for Adrien every day. “I think it’s, like, 300 people.”

“I’d believe it,” Adrien said.

The professor started talking, quieting down the room, and it meant Nino couldn’t talk to Adrien anymore.

He was, obviously, upset about that. He only came to this class to see Adrien. Any learning he might do was not his top priority.

He ended up not learning all that much even without talking. Adrien took diligent notes next to him, and Nino tried. He did okay for the most part, even, and kind of understood what was going on, but got lost during the last few minutes and couldn’t get himself back on track.

His notes were definitely not going to help him figure this out. But Adrien…

Nino turned to him. “Hey, did you get notes on the last couple slides?” he asked. “I got kinda lost.”

“Oh, yeah,” Adrien said, pushing his notes towards Nino. “You can take a picture if you want. I think I got it all.”

Adrien’s notes were meticulous. Well-organized and in neat handwriting, a thousand times nicer than Nino’s ever were. Nino pulled out his phone to take the picture. “Thanks.”

“Where’s your next class?” Adrien asked as he packed up his things.

“Across campus,” Nino said with a sigh. “In the music building.”

“Music?” Adrien said, clearly surprised.

“My major,” Nino explained.

Adrien just looked more confused. “What are you doing in a chemistry course?”

“I wish I knew,” Nino said with a laugh.

“Fair enough,” Adrien said, laughing with him. “Well, I have a class that way, so I can walk with you.”

“Sure. Thanks.” Nino wasn’t going to question why Adrien wanted to walk with him. He was plenty happy about it. “What’s your major?” he asked as they left the lecture hall.

“I’m not sure yet,” Adrien said. “Physics, maybe? Or I was thinking biochem. I’m just taking a bunch of random classes right now.”

“Well, at least you have a good reason to be in the chem lecture.”

“Yeah. It’s kinda fun.”

“What?” Nino was almost disgusted. “You did not just call chemistry fun.”

“Sure,” Adrien said casually. “I like it.”

“Okay, I’m definitely glad you chose to sit next to me. I’m getting all your notes.”

“I’m happy to share.”

How was Adrien so nice? It was almost unfair. Cute, smart, and unbelievably normal and kind?

Nino knew he was in trouble, and he wasn’t even upset about it.

“Thanks,” he said. “You know, I was really dreading this class before. But maybe I’ll actually pass.”

“I’m sure you will.” Adrien smiled, warm and genuine, and it was clear he meant every word he said. “I have to go that way,” he said, pointing, “but I’ll see you next class.”

“Yeah. See you then.” Nino waved, and he forced himself to keep walking towards his own class, but his mind was not remotely thinking about it.

He was thinking about Adrien.

Adrien, who clearly wanted to talk to him. Adrien the supermodel who Nino was definitely super into. He couldn’t wait to tell his friends about this. He could already hear Alya telling him to slow down, and Marinette encouraging him on.

They had a patrol scheduled for tonight. Nino was looking forward to it.

[sawtastic-sideblog]

Christmas Chainshipping

Tw: talks of homophobia, cute chainshipping, my chaotic brain nor braining

Happy Holidays and enjoy.

Adam hated Christmas. He hated the christmas shoppers, traffic, songs, decorations, all of it. He can't help it, of course, it's a lonely time of year for him.

His father disowned him and won't let his mother contact him, not that she would, and his siblings just didn't care. He did what was best and what he thought would hurt less and moved to a different city, but the longing of familiarity, home, and comfort reminded him of what he had lost.

He shoves the door to the breakroom open and stomps to the time clock. His coworkers giving him odd looks.

"Good morning, Adam," Abigail says sweetly.

"It's not good. It's just morning," Adam responds.

"Happy aggravated morning to you, then, Adam."

"I only got an hour and a half of sleep last night. Sorry to be short with you, Abs," Adam explains.

"Maybe you should see a doctor about that. I mean, you haven't gotten any sleep since the day I met you. That's been three years, son," Penny says as she stirs creamer and sugar in her coffee. Adam makes some kind of noise of acknowledgment and annoyance.

"It's too damn early, Pen."

"I know, sweetie, I know," she responds, giving Adam's shoulder a comforting pat. Adam quickly grabs his radio and name tag and runs out to the floor where he is greeted by his manager.

"I know you don't like being over in fitting room, but I need you over there steaming tablecloths for the display tables and processing merchandise. Mads is over there, so it shouldn't be too bad for you. Oh lord, two people who hate mornings, here early in the morning, in one spot. This should be fun," Carla, the senior assistant manager explains. Adam nods silently and trudges over to the fitting room.

"Hey, Mads."

"Hey, Adam."

"Too early for this shit."

"Amen. Steamer is preheating. I'm starting on shoes. Carla said once one of us is done we can help sensor makeup and the handbags and luggage are coming this way once they break down the truck."

"Got it. How many tablecloths? Do you know?"

"Two I think. Harry brought out two more tables."

"I hate Christmas."

"Were you here for Black Friday?"

"Yeah. Toys and kids stuff."

"Oh yeah. I was in home decor. Never again."

"I don't know what it is about that day, but it turns everyone into animals."

"Truth."

The two fall into a comfortable silence. Mads working on getting the shoes ready for display and Adam steaming the bright green tablecloths. Once Adam is done he gets to work on processing the makeup and organizing it for the beauty associate.

"What are you writing?" Mads asks and she watches Adam scribble something onto a sticky note.

"The contents of boxes. I always do this. It makes it easier on whoever has to put the stuff out."

"Smart."

The silence falls over them again until Mads is sent to break. When she has walked away a short, brunette girl runs up.

"Hi."

"Hi, looking to try on something?"

"No, my friend over there thinks you're cute. The blonde guy," the girl says, pointing to a very red faced blonde man and laughing brunette man. Adam must admit the guy is kind of attractive, but he's not interested in dating this close to the holidays. Not when it requires actually having to buy gifts. Nope. Not right now anyway. Maybe for New Year, so he can have a kiss at midnight.

"Well, I'm flattered. Tell him I say thank you."

"Could he get your number or I give you his?"

"Oh, uh, um, not right now. I'm not looking," Adam says, pulling at the back of his neck.

"Oh, okay."

"Check back with me after Christmas."

"Okay! Will do!" The girl starts to walk away. She quickly spins on the ball of her foot dramatically. "His name is Lawrence, by the way."

"Adam," he says, pointing to himself. He gives a wave to the two men. The brunette gives a short wave with an amused smile on his face. The blonde guy, Lawrence, gives a shy wave, his face still red. The girl waves and runs back. Adam can hear the girl when she talks to her friends.

"His name is Adam!" The girl shouts then is quiet again, but keeps talking. Lawrence's face falls a little as he looks back up to Adam, who gives him a polite smile. The trio start walking, just wandering the store. Adam catches glimpses of them and every time he sees Lawrence, his heart feels funny. Almost like he's yearning for the taller man.

A few days later, Adam is running registers with Mads. They're the only two people scheduled up front, but they don't mind because the rush is over and they've already cleaned everything, so now they're just chatting.

"Okay, but hear me out," Mads starts, "Jack could have fit on the door."

"Did you not see the documentary thing James Cameron did? While, yes, he could have fit on the door, they wouldn't have both survived it. It would've been too cold for them. Plus, you seen in the movie that Jack tried to get on the door, but it nearly capsized with them both on it. Pay attention, Mads."

"What are you? Some kind of doctor?"

"No, but I am. He's right, the cold would have killed them. Hypothermia would have set in quicker." The duo look towards the voice and see it's the guy from the other day. Lawrence was his name, right? Adam gets over his initial shock and grins smugly at his friend.

"Told ya so."

"Shut up. If we weren't infront of a customer right now, I'd pummel you into next week, Stanheight!"

"Pummel? You'd pummel me?"

"Yeah, pummel, what about it?" Mads asks defensively. Adam chuckles and turns to the customer.

"Find everything okay, sir?" Adam asks as he logs into the register.

"Fine, thank you. How are you, Adam?" Lawrence asks, trying to gage Adam's attitude. It seems a friendly one.

"I'm good and yourself?"

"Good. Happy it's closing time, huh?"

"Oh yeah, I hear my bed calling my name. I have tomorrow off, so I'm just gonna sleep all day."

"That's fun. No other plans?"

"Nope. Just me, my mattress, and probably some Skyrim."

"That sounds like fun. You have a good night."

"You too, sir, and come back to see us," Adam says as he hands Lawrence his receipt. Lawrence leans a little closer and speaks to where only Adam can hear.

"Call me 'sir' again and I may have to join you in your bed. Goodnight, Adam."

Adam's breath hitches as he watches the taller man confidently limp out the door. Adam can feel the blood rush to his cheeks. He starts to walk to the breakroom.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"To get some water," Adam says a little too quickly.

Mads cocks her head to the side in confusion before logging into her register and ringing up customers. Adam was flushed the rest of the night.

Having the two days off in a row left Adam recharged and ready to face the long shift ahead of him. After about a hour, he wants to go home again. He's sick of this Christmas rush bullshit. Just buy your gifts online like a normal person.

"Jesus H. Christ on a crutch while on a mother fucking bike," Adam mutters to himself as he pushes his way through a crowd who are standing in the middle of everything. They're just chattering on and on about how this one girl is three months pregnant even though her husband has been deployed for eight months.

"Hi, Adam," a voice says. Adam is about to roll his eyes before he realizes he recognizes the voice. He spins around and greets the girl and the brunette man. Lawrence is no where in sight.

"He's in the bathroom," the man says when he sees the questioning look in his eyes.

"I wasn't-"

"It's okay. You like him. It's cute," the girl says.

"He made me uncomfortable the other day. I'd like to avoid him."

"Good comfortable or bad comfortable?" The man asks.

"I don't get what you mean, dude," Adam replies as he straightens up a bunch of barbie convertible boxes.

"Well, a good comfortable is the tingly feeling you get in your pants," the man is interrupt by the girl smacking him.

"Mark! We are in public!"

"So? You've said worse."

"Yeah, but not infront of Lawrence's love interest."

"What's the bad uncomfortable?" Adam asks, regaining control of the conversation.

"If he made you feel skeeved out and you wanted to call the police," the man, Mark, answers. Adam considers this a minute, feeling his face heat up.

"The good uncomfortable," he whispers. Mark chuckles and the girl, that Adam still doesn't know the name of, hides her smile behind her hand.

"There you two are," an all too familiar voice calls from behind Adam. Mark throws an arm around Adam's shoulders, well closer to his neck really, and pulls him behind a rack of infant clothes.

"Listen, Adam, this guy really likes you. He's the one that has made us come in here for weeks. He saw you about two months ago and he was gone. Head over heels. We were here to find Amanda a dress for a funeral," Mark explains quietly.

"Amanda is the girl with you?"

"Yeah. He hasn't shut up about you. I know you said you're not into dating until after Christmas, but, if you're comfortable with it, get to know the man. For us?"

"I think I could get to know him. But that's it."

"Heard. Come on," Mark walks with Adam to the tables stacked high with boxed toys. Lawrence and Amanda are having a whispered conversation and don't notice th other pair until Adam clears his throat.

"Hi, I'm Adam Faulkner-Standheight, I'm twenty six, and I like photography, napping, reading, and knitting."

"Knitting?" Mark asks.

"Stabbing people is illegal and knitting is kind of like legal stabbing. Don't think about it too hard."

"Yeah, you'll fry what little brain cells you have left," Amanda jokes. Mark goes to say something, but Lawrence cuts him off.

"Nice to meet you, Adam. I'm Lawrence Gordon. I'm forty-five, divorce, I have a daughter named Diana, I'm a doctor, and I like to read, build puzzles, and go on walks."

Adam holds his hand out for Lawrence to shake. Before turning expectantly towards Amanda. She looks dumbfounded for a minute before she understands.

"Oh, um, hi, I'm Amanda. Amanda Young. I'm thirty two and I like gardening, painting, and reading."

The group looks to Mark, who rolls his eyes, but obliges.

"Mark Hoffman, ex police officer, forty, hobbies include true crime shows and podcasts, reading, woodworking, making things from leather, and working out."

"You make things out leather?" Adam asks, genuinely interested.

"Yeah," Mark pulls out a shiny, new looking wallet. "Made this a couple of days ago. Take a look."

Adam takes the wallet and admires the craftsmanship. The smooth edges, the carefully stitched seams and pockets, and the name carved into the bottom right corner of one of the pockets.

"Hoffman? Do you know Angela?"

"Yeah, she's my sister."

"No way! She used to work here."

"Was she a good worker?" Mark asks.

"The best. She was my coordinator. She was in school while she was here wasn't she?"

"Ang was in nursing."

"Where is she now?"

"Doctor's office by the park."

"I'll have to go in there sometime. I'm looking for a doctor since mine retired."

"Adam to your register please," the cashier coordinator calls though the radio. Adam rolls his eyes and let's his shoulders slump. He groans before answering.

"On my way, Melinda. Sorry, guys. Duty call."

"Go on. They need you more than us," Lawrence encourages. Adam gives him a smile and runs up to the registers. The line is so long and more people just getting in it. Adam loses track of how long he's up there until a certain blonde man and is two friends approach his counter.

"Find everything you need?" Adam asks absent mindedly.

"Everything, except your number," Lawrence answers. Adam snaps back to reality and stares up at Lawrence.

"Three," Adam replies, smiling to himself.

"Actually, you're on register six," Amanda says. Adam chuckles and rolls his eyes.

"Fine, six. Six is my number."

"Come on, Adam, you know what I meant," Lawrence says, calling the attention back to him. The receipt prints and Adam scribbles something on the back of it before handing it to Lawrence.

"Enjoy your..." Adam trails off. He doesn't know what Lawrence bought, so he checks the bag. "New boxers?"

Lawrence chuckles and steps aside for his friends can make ther purchases as well. He taps away on his phone for a moment. Mark steps over to Lawrence.

"I think we're in the way. I know you wanna stare at him, but I think we should go wait for Amanda by the door."

"Amanda, Mark and I will be at the door. We're going to go get out of the way," Lawrence calls to her. She gives them a quick look and nods before going back to the story she's telling Adam. He laughs a genuine laugh. Something he hasn't done in a while. Melinda, his coordinator, sends Adam on his lunch after his transaction with Amanda.

"Where are you going?" Amanda asks as Adam steps around the counter to stand with her.

"It's break time, so I'm gonna use you as a human shield. I'm going outside to chill for my lunch break."

"How long is it?"

"Fortyfive minutes."

"Perfect. Let's go get food."

"I'm not hungry. Too anxious. There's too may people and I'm to overwhelmed to even think about food."

Amanda nods in understanding and starts to walk through the families standing at the registers. Most of them are parents and grandparents with small children, buying lots of toys and clothes and gift cards for Christmas presents. Adam has his hands on her shoulders, steering her through the crowd. They reach the other two men, who look confused by Adam's presence.

"I have lunch right now. Oh, shit, I have to go punch out. I'll be back," Adam explains and disappears into the mass of people milling about. Once in the breakroom, he pulls his phone out. He has a text from an unsaved number.

"You could enjoy my new boxers too."

Adam blushes, knowing the text is from Lawrence. He quickly makes his way to his locker and ducks his head inside, saving Lawrence's number and willing his cheeks to cool down.

A few minutes later he reappears, wearing a black jacket, and holding a backpack in his hands. "Okay, let's go."

Adam leads the trio behind the store to a little patch of woods that connects to a park. He goes to find the tree stump that he has been using as a stool and drops all his weight onto it.

"That kind of day, huh?" Mark asks, leaning against a tree. Adam nods, making some kind of muffled sound.

"You're not eating?" Lawrence asked.

"Too many people. Overwhelmed. Not hungry." Adam answers as he lays back onto the massive stump.

"I could hit them with Lawrence's cane for you," Amanda offers. Adam laughs but shakes his head.

"I'd get in trouble because Melinda thinks you're my friends, so I'd get in trouble because she hates me for some reason."

"Any idea why?" Mark asks.

"I don't know. She's super religious. Maybe she's homophobic as well."

"And she hates you because your gay?" Amanda asks.

"Actually, she says I don't exist because I'm bi."

"We can not exist together, then," Amanda says happily. She lays beside Adam and looks up through the trees to the sky. Lawrence joins them on Adam's right.

"Come on, Mark," Lawrence says, "it's kind of relaxing."

Mark huffs, but walks over and lays across the stump as well.

"So, we're not your friends?" Mark asks.

"No, you are, I guess. Melinda knows that. That's why I'd get in trouble for anything you guys did. She loved Angela though."

"If you ever want to quit, let us know. We got you," Amanda says. Adam chuckles.

"Okay."

They chat for a while until Adam checks his phone. He groans as be stands back up.

"Sorry, guys, I gotta go back."

"We'll walk you," Lawrence says, using his cane to push himself up. Adam smiles and starts walking back towards the store. Lawrence is on his right and keeps 'accidentally' bumping his hand into Adam's. Adam takes the hint and links his pinky with Lawrence's. The two smile at each other.

A few days later, Adam walks out of the store. The sun is almost down as he makes his way across the parking lot. He lives about an hour away by foot, but he doesn't mind the walk when he can't get Mads to give him a ride. He normally just listen to music and thinks, while being aware of his surroundings, of course.

He is almost at the gas station that marks the halfway point. He normally goes in for a snack and a drink, so he starts a path towards the doors. He hears a car pull in behind him, but doesn't pay attention as he pulls on the heavy door.

He's about to open the refrigerator door to grab a drink when a cane smacks the door, startling Adam from whatever thought he had. Adam jumps and spins around to find Lawrence smiling at him.

"I saw you out on the road. How far do you live?"

"A hour from the store on foot. Maybe fifteen-ish by car."

"How far from here?"

"Half an hour."

Just then, they hear a crack of thunder overhead. Adam looks past Lawrence, who looks over his shoulder, at the rain falling.

"Shit."

"We can take you home."

"Thank you."

"Not a problem at all, dear."

Adam's heart flutters at the term of endearment. He grabs his drink and turns to walk up front. He doesn't get a snack like he had planned. When he goes to pulls his wallet out, Lawrence pulls him back by his shoulder and hands the cashier money. Adam goes to protest, but Lawrence holds up the drink, turns, and walks out. Adam follows him out to the car, where Lawrence is holding open the door for him. He crawls into the backseat with Amanda.

"Hey, Adam. Long time no see."

"It's been too long," Adam jokes back. Amanda's door opens and Lawrence motions for her to get out. She doesn't get out, but crawls into the front seat, instead.

"Jesus Christ, Amanda, is this really necessary?" Mark asks. Lawrence replaces Amanda, sitting in the seat behind Mark, carefully moving his leg into the car.

"We're taking Adam home," Lawrence explains.

"And you guys will stay for dinner," Adam chimes in, pulling his phone and finding the app he uses to order pizza. Mark holds his phone out to Adam.

"Put in your address."

"Order whatever you want," Adam says, handing Mark his phone. A few minutes later, Mark has set on the course to Adam's apartment. According to the app, the pizza should be at his apartment in about twenty or so minutes after they arrive. "Mi casa es su casa."

The trio follow Adam into his apartment and take in the light gray walls, the brown, worn in couch, and the mess of dishes on the coffee table. There are multiple baskets and boxes of yarn scattered around the apartment. The dining table is covered in printed patterns, knitting needles, darning needles, stitch markers, tape measures, yarn, and unfinished projects. Adam walks through the apartment and dissappears into another room. He walks back in moments later in a pair of sweats and a Star Wars shirt. Lawrence is looking at the art on the wall by the doorway Adam disappeared into. He turns to the shorter man.

"You look better in that than your uniform," Lawrence says softly.

Adam's cheeks heat up and he mutters a quick thanks before he starts gathering the days old plates, cups, and cutlery. He walks into the kitchen and starts to wash a few of the dishes, so they will have something to eat on.

"You guys can watch whatever you want by the way. Remote should be on the table over there."

"You looked lonely," Lawrence's voice startles Adam back to reality. He had been lost in thought and decided to finish the dishes instead of waiting until later. His mind had started to wander to how he ended up with three people who were still strangers to him, but he knew that they were going to be good friends to him. And one of them could be even more.

"Oh, I'm good. Just thinking."

"About what?" Lawrence asks as he grabs a towel and starts drying everything. He sets them onto the counter since he doesn't know where anything goes.

"About how you guys are the first people to be nice to me in a while."

"What?"

"Yeah, I mean, I have Mads, but we don't really hangout outside of work unless she brings me home. Even then, we only talk about work. She's my work friend. That's about it. I don't have any friends outside of there. I'm always here. My family won't talk to me. I was always a disappointment to them. So, when I left for college, I vowed to never go back to them. I had to drop out, though. I was going to be evicted and needed money. I play videogames and read to pass the time. I go on walks and take pictures of nature or people to distract myself. To convince myself I'm not lonely. Especially around this time of year. I hate Christmas. I hate giving gifts because nothing I gave my parents was ever good enough for them. I stopped showing up to our family Christmas. I'd stay in my room reading the new book I'd bought for myself as a Christmas present. My family never noticed. And if they did they didn't care." Adam realizes his rambling and scrambles to fix the situation. "I mean, not to trauma dump, of course! You just asked what I was thinking about and that was it. I'm pathetic. I'm sorry. I'm rambling."

"What were you studying?"

"Huh?"

"In college. What was your major?"

"Computer sciences."

"Would you go back, given the chance?"

"In a heartbeat, but it's not feasible for me right now."

Lawrence nods. He reaches for Adam, who has moved across the small kitchen to put away dishes. Adam takes his hand and is pulled into a hug. Lawrence's arms are wrapped around Adam's shoulders. Adam's are wrapped around Lawrence's waist. His head tucked up under Lawrence's chin as Lawrence leans against the counter. For once in a very long time, Adam felt safe.

"You're not pathetic."

The day before Christmas was probably the busiest day of the entire year. The last minute shoppers were many, loud, and rude. Adam was happy he didn't have to close. In fact, his shift was over and he was trying to make his way through the crowd. Soon, he walked out the doors and into the fresh air. He spotted Mark's car and started walking towards it.

"Hey, Mark, thanks for the ride," he says while jumping into the front seat.

"No problem, Lawrence and Amanda have been arguing all day. I'm glad to be out of it."

Adam laughs and Mark pulled put of his parking space only for it to be immediately taken by another last minute shopper. The two chat on the way to the small house Lawrence and Amanda share. Mark parks at his house across the street and his partner walk out to greet them.

Adam had met Peter the day after he had his trio of friends to his house. Mark had went home and told Peter about Adam and Peter wanted to meet him. So, the next day, Mark showed up at Adam's apartment. Adam had the day off and was in the middle of watching Titanic. Well, technically he was at the end because he was full on sobbing, tears an snot trailing down his face.

"Are you okay?" Mark asked. Adam nodded, wiping his face with a tissue.

"I'm watching Titanic. What's up?"

"My boyfriend wants you to come have game night with us and Amanda. Lawrence has to work."

"Okay, let me finish the movie and get changed. There's like twenty minutes left. Come on in," Adam said and walked back to the couch. Mark ended up shedding secret tears he thought Adam didn't see. Adam told and it made game night even more fun.

Peter was kind and he and Adam boned immediately over their love of Star Wars.

"Hi, Peter," Adam says, grabbing one of the dishes of food from the man's arms.

"Hi, Adam. Thanks."

"How was work, babe?" Mark asks.

"I wanted to chew off my arm the whole time," Peter answers.

"Same here," Adam says.

"I'm gonna run inside for a minute. I'll meet you over there," Mark says before he kisses Peter on the cheek and walks to his house.

"No telling how long he'll be in there."

"Okay, let's go get out of this cold," Adam says. The two men walk across the street. Adam manages to ring the doorbell. The door swings open to reveal a flour covered Amanda. She smiles widely at the two men.

"Hi, Adam. Hello, Peter."

"Hi."

"Hey, Mandy," Peter says. The door is opened wider and the duo make their way inside and to the kitchen. Lawrence is taking a pie out of the oven.

"Hey, Larry."

"Hi, Petey," Lawrence says, turning around. He spots Adam and his already lit up face lights up even more. "Hi, Adam."

"Hi."

Lawrence hobbles his way around the island to engulf Adam in a hug. Adam gladly accepts this as it has become his favorite form of comfort. Adam is the one who breaks the contact.

"Where's your bathroom?" Adam asks. Lawrence takes his hand and starts limping around a corner. "Where's your cane?"

"Upstairs. I haven't thought about it until now."

"I can go get it for you."

"I can get it."

"Let me. I can see it's not entirely easy for you to walk right now. I can't imagine you going upstairs."

"Thank you."

A few minutes later, Adam is walking into Lawrence's room. He looks around the room. Everything is neatly places and looks near perfect. He spots the cane leaning against the nightstand. He goes to grab it and looks at the picture frames on the nightstand. He picks up the one in a gold frame. It's a girl with brown curly hair. She looks like Lawrence. This must be Diana. He sets it down and picks up the one in a black frame. The photo inside is of him and Lawrence. The first photo they took together. Amanda took it. They decided to go bowling one day after Adam got off work. The photo is of Adam holding two bowling balls up to his chest. He has a goofy smile on his face and Lawrence is behind him, leaning over to get a ball while looking at Adam. An amused look in his eyes and a lovestruck grin on his face.

Peter won, Amanda lost. She pouted most of the night after that.

Adam's heart flutters as he sets the frame back down and grabs the cane. When he returns downstairs, he catches Lawrence's eyes and gives him a knowing glance.

"Thank you, darling," Lawrence says as he takes his cane from Adam. Adam smiles at him and looks around to see everyone else distracted by setting the table. He quickly goes up on his toes and gives Lawrence's cheek and quick peck before going to help with the table. Minutes later they sit down to eat.

"Are you getting Diana tomorrow," Peter asks.

"I'm going to see her tomorrow morning. They're taking her to her Michael's family's tomorrow afternoon."

"What did you get everyone?" Amanda asks.

"An art set and a new laptop for Diana and tickets to a play Allison was talking about for Allison and Michael. Allison is also getting a book and Michael is getting a twelve in one tool thing. I think he'd like it."

"You're friends with your ex and her partner?" Adam asks. Lawrence nods.

"We didn't part on bad terms. I figured out who I was and she was supportive of that. We knew our marriage wasn't going to last, but also decided to part as friends. I was married to her for ten years, so, of course, it was hard. We get each other and Michael isn't a bad guy. I'm glad he's going to be Di's stepfather."

"Are they engaged?" Amanda asks excitedly. When Lawrence nods again Amanda squeals happily.

"Are you okay with us being friends?" Lawrence asks Adam.

"I think it's nice. You don't see it a lot and I think it's better for children to see their parents get along. Divorced, separated, not even married at all, married, but hates each other. It's good to see the positive side. I always saw the negative. I admire you."

"Well, thank you, Adam." Lawrence says. Adam smiles back.

After eating Adam helped Amanda put away food and clean up the dining room while Mark and Peter washed dishes. Lawrence was in the living room getting everything ready for a gift exchange.

Adam was nervous. He had put his gifts under the tree before cleaning the dining room. He was scared that none of them would like their presents. He made them himself, staying up night after night to get them all done. He had fun while doing it. Mainly because he caught up on his shows and YouTube videos.

Amanda opens hers first. A light pink sweater Adam had knitted.

"Adam! I love it! Thank you so much!" Amanda all but shouts.

Mark is next. His sweater is black.

"That's really soft. Thanks, Adam."

Peter is next with a gray sweater.

"Oh wow, this is amazingly detailed. You made this?"

"Yeah. I picked up knitting to reduce stress in college. College didn't last long, but knitting has."

Lawrence is the last to open his sweater. Light blue to match his eyes. Lawrence looks beside him to Adam.

"Thank you. I love y-it."

"You're welcome," Adam whispers. Was Lawrence about to say he loves Adam?

The gift exchange keeps going. Adam got twelve skeins of yarn from Amanda, really cool Star Wars prints and a handmade leather wallet from Mark and Peter, and Lawrence got him a big throw blanket and a book of photography.

"For your napping, reading, and photography."

"Thanks. I love it."

Hours later, after watching Christmas movies, eating cookies, and making fun of Mark for spilling his mug of hot chocolate all over himelf, Amanda has gone to bed and the couple went home. Adam and Lawrence are cuddled on the couch watching reruns of Friends.

"I think I need to get home," Adam says.

"You can stay here. It's already late."

"I don't want to overstay my welcome."

"You won't. Ever. You're always welcome here. For as long as you'd like."

"What about tomorrow? When you go see your daughter?"

"You can stay here and sleep. You know Amanda won't care. She'd be excited about it."

Adam hums and shifts to where his head is on Lawrence's shoulder and his legs are in his lap.

"Is this okay?"

"More than okay," Lawrence answers. His right hand goes to Adam's left thigh and rubs small circles with his thumb. His left arm pulls Adam closer. Adam angles his head up towards Lawrence's neck and he presses soft kisses onto the skin.

"If you don't stop doing that, I'm going to have to take you to bed with me."

"I thought l was going anyway. You'd never allow me to sleep on the couch."

"Yes I would."

"No you wouldn't, sir," Adam teases. He moves his head back to Lawrence's shoulder.

"I hate you."

"Nah."

"Yeah."

"No, I caught you when you opened my present. You were going to say you love me," Adam says lazily as he stares mindlessly at the TV. When he doesn't get a response from Lawrence he continues. "It's okay. I love you too."

Adam lifts himself to see Lawrence's face. It hold confusion and what appears to be joy. Adam lean close and whispers another quick 'I love you' before pressing his lips gently to Lawrence's for their first kiss. Lawrence pulls Adam impossibly closer.

Adam moves to straddle Lawrence's lap. They remain in their embrace, letting it slowly heat.

"Oh God," Lawrence groans. His hands moves to Adam's hips and shoves him onto the couch. He leans forward, elbows on knees, breathing hard. "You little minx."

"You love it."

"I do. Just so you know, everyone loves their presents."

"I know."

"I love mine and I promise to wear it as much as I can."

"You don't have to."

"I want to. Come here," Lawrence says, holding his arms open to Adam. The younger man let's Lawrence pull him close and snuggles into him.

"Does this mean I can finally take you on a date now?"

"Not until after tomorrow."

"I love you."

"I know."

"Don't you dare Han Solo me."

Adam chuckles. The clock strikes twelve and Adam looks up at Lawrence, who was already staring at him.

"Merry Christmas, babe."

"Merry Christmas, darling."

They share a kiss and go back to watching the show. Adam thinks about Christmases of his past and how disappointing and lonely they were.

He thinks about this Christmas and how he has been surrounded by his friends and his-

"Hey, Lawrence, are you my boyfriend now?"

"Yes."

His boyfriend. His heart swells with all the love he feels for Mark, Peter, Amanda, and Lawrence. He felt loved, appreciated, and seen this year. He was grateful for the gifts, but spending time with the ones he loved was more than he could ever ask for.

He might like Christmas after all.

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omg maybe not THE vogue 73 questions thing but imagine matty and gf doing it for fun on her stories and they range from some batshit insane questions to dirty ones to some actually nice ones to like matty trying to outwit the trolls. anyway; utter chaos

Omg that’s so fuckin adorable 🥹 he and gabby used to occasionally post clips of each other and he’d photobomb her selfies and shit. Back when he had that colorful hair they went from idk green to blonde to blue or maybe it was the other way round? I always found that so sweet.

Like maybe she goes online while at his place and people start asking about stuff. Like, at first, he’s in her video for a quick sec to wave “hi” but then someone comments something about how there’s a painting in the background. She sees it and is like “oh that’s Matty’s living room. He got it from this or that gallery cuz he loves the artist. Actually he has so many.” Then people ask to see them so she does a mini little tour. Matty follows her around the house explaining each one.

Then people are like Omg they’re so cute and start asking about other stuff. Favorite date night dinners or whatever, tv shows to watch together, someone makes dirty jokes and of course those are the ones that Matty sees and picks up on, haha. Or like someone wants to know the story of how they met and they can’t seem agree on the details of who asked the other one out first or whatever. Or someone asks if they could have a threesome with a third person dead or alive who would it be. And Matty keeps coming up with the most absurd answers ever making her blush and giggle and constantly nudge him to stop embarrassing her.

Someone keeps leaving comments about how she’s too hot for him and he’s a piece of shit and is into inappropriate relationships or whatever. And Matty is just like “just say you’re jealous. It’s okay.” And she’s trying to just shut down the drama and move past it before it devolves into Matty just saying random crap replying to haters.