#like I just imagine she like dressing up both casual and fancy

[misconceivedcapricorn]

DAY 27: TALIA

Decided to draw two Talias! First one is how I usually design her and the second is the more accurate version I did via how she usually appears via musical

[adelliet]

Wolverine x f!reader

PASSIONATE DINNER

Summary: Wade and Vanessa are celebrating their anniversary and invited you and Logan to dinner. However, he couldn't help himself when he saw you in that fancy dress.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, strong language, public intimacy, public sex (kinda), fingering, unprotected sex ( p i v ), horny Logan

"Do we really have to go there?" Logan groaned in annoyance as he approaches you. "Yes! It's our friends' anniversary celebration, we can't miss it" you adjusted the last detail of your makeup in the mirror. You saw Logan in the reflection, as he gently attacks your neck. He gave you a sweet kisses at first, making you giggle but after a while he went wild and started biting you.

"Mhm okay let's save that for later hm?" you peeled Logan's head off of your now sore neck. "I hope it'll be soon" he smirked and you had to look away to cover your blushed cheeks.

Everyone knew you and Logan were the most sexually active couple far and wide. You've already fucked three times today, and that's not counting the intimate touches in public, or just in the kitchen, when you were preparing lunch. Despite how long you've been together, the spark of passion between you hasn't gone out, on the contrary, it's burning more and more.

But now you have to put all your desires aside and behave discreetly for at least a few hours. Wade and Vanessa are celebrating their anniversary, so they've invited you, along with others, to a fancy dinner at a surprisingly fancy restaurant. You were a little taken aback by this, because you imagined a modest party in their flat, but no argument against taste, let them do what they want. After all, you'd probably also like a luxurious moment for your anniversary once in your life.

"Alright, we can go" you announced when you wiped the remnants of red lipstick off your lips. You wore a gorgeous dress that accentuated your curves and makes Logan go crazy, whenever he looks at you. You couldn't lie, you wear them for a purpose to provoke him a bit and it's clearly working. Logan matched your dress with a basic black suit with black shirt underneath. You looked and felt like the richest couple under the sun for a while.

"M'lady" Logan offered you his shoulder, which you took with joy on your face as you both walked towards the door. The ride wasn't long, it was raining outside, which didn't bother you that much. It bothered you from the fact that the rain will probably ruin your makeup and hair, but you didn't mind, because it added a mysterious atmosphere. Logan couldn't help himself, holding your thigh tightly the entire ride as he focused on the steer. From time to time he stroked you with his thumb, or squeezed you really hard, but other than that he kept himself pretty well under control.

"You look really irresistible in that dress" Logan whispered in your ear, as he helps you getting out of the car. Your corners lifted up and your face got all red again. Each of his compliments always flatters you so much, that your face turns into a tomato in no time.

Your eyes widened as you saw the entrance to the restaurant. It was much more fancier than you expected. Logan acted casually, like it was something he sees everyday, but inside he was just as surprised as you.

Logan looked at you and closed your mouth, making you smile awkwardly as he caught you. “I can't believe Wade agree with this” you said as you walked up the stairs, that seems like they're endless. Your only advantage was that you wore a short dress and didn't have to hold it on the way up.

"Me neither, she must've promised him the best blow job of his life" you poked Logan into his shoulder over such a perverted remark, making him chuckle, but you quietly agreed.

You both breath out as you finally reach the last stair and walk over to the door. It was like in every American movie. There was a guy in a suit standing next to the main door, who had list of all the guests. Even though you were sure you both are on the list, you got nervous. You always have stage fright from such situations, but thanks to Logan, it decreases and helps you overcome it.

Thanks to his mutant powers, he could sense your heartbeat increase. He tightly squeezed your weist and gave you a quick kiss into your hair, which always helps you calm down. "Good evening" Logan politely greeted the door guest and you quickly joined in. All your worries were gone when the entire inspection went smoothly and without any problems. You are always afraid of things that are not so big after all.

When you finally walked in, you were both dazzled by the intense lights. After you got used to the high brightness, you started to perceive things around you. In the corner there was a piano which automatically played beautifully, the whole restaurant was white with gold accessories and chandeliers. All the tables were almost full and the people sitting around them looked like they had billions dollars on their account. "I don't feel comfortable" Logan said as he looked around. "Me too, don't worry, we'll be here just for a while" you patted Logan's shoulder, calming him down a bit.

"I hope so” you both stopped as you notice a woman standing up and waving at you. You immediately recognized that it was Vanessa, who invited you to sit down. "Alright here we go" Logan quietly motivated himself and you took a deep breath.

You love Wade and Vanessa, you really like them, but thanks to the current conditions, your nervousness played pretty hard with your hormones and mood. It wasn't a cup of coffee for Lofan either, but what wouldn't he do for his colleague slash friend. Well, rather, what wouldn't he do for you.

“Hii!” With a huge smile on your face, you greeted everyone and sat down with Logan at the only free seats that were left. You were inundated with the greetings and voices of others. It took you a minute to process who all sat at the table and recognize them. There was Peter Rasputin, Ellie Phimister, Blind Al, Yukio and many others with whom you exchanged smiles and greetings.

"Aren't we late?" you asked as you noticed that you and Logan were the last to arrive. Vanessa shook her head, her joyful smile didn't leave her face for a second. "No don't worry, you're here on time" "You must've been very busy huh" Wade smiled provocatively at Logan, who didn't quite return the smile. Rather, he gave him a death glare, which made Wade immediately drop that cocky grin and look down.

"Um, anyway, how are you? Have you already dealt with..." you showed your hand and pointed to the ring finger. Vanessa chuckled and looked at Wade, who was a little taken aback. "We've thought about it, yeah but we still think we have time" Wade answered for Vanessa, though you still thought she would have a slightly different opinion. However, you didn't want to start any drama so soon, so you left the whole theme about wedding.

"Let's uhh order something, shall we?" Wade saved the awkward upcoming silence and everyone hummed in agreement. You checked on Logan, who was already staring at you with a wholesome smile on his face. You couldn't help yourself but blush again. "What?" you moved your lips softly, almost inaudibly. "Nothing" Logan answered you in the same way, placing a soft kiss in your hair again.

There were few awww's and ewww's flying around, when Logan moved away from you. "And what about you two? Have you tied the knot yet?" Yukio asked with her typical childish smile that warmed your heart whenever you saw it. "Oh! No no no" you shake your head and avoid any eye contact. "For now we're fine with the way it is" you confidently explained your view of your relationship and looked at Logan, to see if he agreed. You deduced from his smile that he has the same opinion.

"Okay let's stop talking about weird things and let's order!" Wade saved the situation again, handing out menu sheets to everyone. You nodded in agreement and took it, opening it so that even Logan could look and choose.

The whole dinner was wonderful. There was hardly a minute of silence, you still had something to talk about and despite occasionally forgetting that you were in a luxury restaurant where you should behave on a level, you enjoyed it. You haven't laughed so hard in a long time, Wade is the best comedian you know.

You were all currently eating the second course of dinner. Logan, as usual, had eaten it way before you and he took advantage of that opportunity right away. He grab your thigh, making you flinch but didn't cause any other reaction. You were used to his sudden touches, it was nothing new to you. Or at least you thought so.

Surprised, you hit your fork on the plate as Logan's insidious hand moved closer to your panties. You were lucky no one really paid any attention to you, because Logan was merciless. Your breath caught in your throat as his fingers touched the soft fabric of your thong, gently making tiny circles around your clitoris through them.

You bit your lips to keep yourself quiet and quickly dropped your swaddle to grab Logan's hand as a warning. That didn't stop him at all, rather it encouraged him to add strength and speed. He was keeping his cool and stern expression like he wasn't just fingering you under the table in a public place.

You instinctively pressed your legs together as Logan began brushing your folds forcefully, still through your thong. You tried your best to be calm and casual, but how could you? Logan was playing with you, making up for all the time you could've been fucking, but went to dinner instead. He was giving it to you a bit like revenge.

You quickly check on everyone if someone is watching you, but luckily everyone was having fun with everyone else and absolutely no one batted an eye at you. "Logan" you whimper softly as you drop your head and tighten the grip on his wrist. He quickened his pace and continued to press against your clit.

You drop your knife and balled your hands into fists as you felt the heat build up between your legs. Logan couldn't help but smirk, as he saw you struggling to keep quiet. He knows how much you like to scream.

But he maliciously decided to make it even harder for you. He tug your thongs aside, freeing your wet pussy to cold fresh air but before you could recover, Logan continued the same movements with his fingers that he'd been doing so far. Only with the difference, that now it was on your bare pussy.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck...." you whisper under your nose as the feeling to pee started hitting you. Your hips naturally move to the rhythm of Logan's fingers. It still wasn't enough for him, so he insert one fingers inside you, making you jump in your seat. "Are you okay?" suddenly Vanessa asked, making everyone look at you and pay attention to you. Great, exactly what you needed right now.

You look up at her through your eyebrows and harshly nodded. "Yep, I'm fine" you took the opportunity to answer properly, before you clenched your teeth and tensed all your muscles. Logan didn't stop, his finger frequently curling into you while keep teasing your sensitive clit.

"Really? Doesn't that food make you sick?" you really appreciated her concern, but it was really inconvenient at the moment. “I-um…” your mind quickly thought of some credible answer as you kept your legs firmly together. “I need to bounce” you moved away from the table, forcing Logan to remove his hand from you.

Everyone looked at you with raised eyebrows. But the only thing that mattered to you right now was to run to the bathroom and calm down. After all, you were pretty close to orgasm and the moment you stopped the process, your hormones turned inside out. The moment you got to the ladies bathroom and found that no one was there, you rushed to the sink and leaned against it. You breathed deeply, desperately trying to stop the pulsating between your legs.

"Hey baby" you heard a familiar low voice. “Wait what-” “I told them I was going to check on you” Logan walked over to you elegantly and without warning started passionately kissing you. "We have ten minutes max" he quickly announced between the pauses in the kisses and before you could ask any more questions, Logan enchanted you with his charm and hand placements.

You took Logan's words seriously and therefore you didn't waste any time. Logan picked you up by your tights and squeezed them. He moved from your lips to your neck biting and sucking the skin. He loved tagging you and seeing those purple bruises on your neck always fed up his ego.

You could feel his erection trapped in his pants, poking you in your inner thigh. His groaning tickled your earlobes, sending waves of pleasure right down there. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this" he smelled your perfume that hits him righ into his twitching dick. You whimper and pull his silky hair, as you checked the door.

You couldn't get over the thought of being caught. They would definitely kick you out, this is so inappropriate in a place like this, but it made you all the more excited. Logan rolled up your dress and grabbed your thong, which he tore in one graceful motion. You gasp, furrowing your eyebrows at Logan's cocky grin. "I'll get you new one" he kissed you hungrily and put your thong in the back pocket of his pants, which soon ended up on the ground.

In a second Logan wasn't even wearing briefs and there was one last part left to finally get what he'd been wanting since you put on that slutty dress.

Despite how hard he wanted to fuck you, he didn't want to hurt you. He carefully pushed himself into you, waiting a little for you to get used to him. During that time he kissed you passionately and fought with your tongue. Your saliva mixed into a delicious concoction, which you both couldn't get enough of.

When he felt your subtle pelvic movements, he devilishly chuckled and started thrusting into you. At first smoothly and slowly, but gradually he increased the pace until he reached the highest point of both speed and power.

Whenever his balls touched your skin, you let out a soft moan. Logan grabbed you by the neck, hard enough but not uncomfortably. He was in the exact border you loved. Logan loved the dominance and control he had over you just as much. You both complemented each other perfectly.

"Mhm just like that baby" he groaned while he was mercilessly pounding into you. The wet sound started echoing throughout the bathroom and you knew you were at your absolute limit. You bit your lips so hard that blood started to appear but you didn't care.

Whenever Logan reached inside, he always nudged your cervix, creating an incredible waterfall between your legs. The heat in your lower abdomen was at boiling point and you felt the urge to pee again. "Logan fuck Logan!" you tried to warn him but you didn't even have to. He knew it when your walls tightened around his length.

"I know princess" he freed your neck and he cupped your cheek, looking deep into your eyes as he pounded into you with the last of his strength and energy.

It only took a few of his movements and you finally reached your orgasm. In a few seconds, Logan achieved his goal as well. You both tried to catch your breath, as your foreheads were glued to each other.

"You're amazing" you giggle and shake your head. "Stop" you felt your cheeks heat up again. "I mean it, you're really amazing, the best" he kissed you, soft cute kisses that calmed both of your heartbeats down a bit.

"Now let's go back, he's definitely looking for us" he carefully pulled himself out of you and cleaned you both with a napkins. You then quickly got dressed, well you didn't have to actually, because Logan owned your ruined thong.

You walked out of the restrooms. You came out first, then Logan quietly followed behind you. When you sat back down, no one looked for you just the opposite, nor did they notice you had come until you made sounds. "Hey! Are you feeling better?" Yukio immediately asked you and you nodded your head with a smile.

Dinner went on without a hitch and Logan controled himself the whole time until you came back home. You ended the whole day and evening with the fifth, most romantic sex. What more can you say, you're damn grateful for that ravenous lover.

[andyoullhearitagain]

Top Ten Least Bad Outfits in TNG

I'm gonna be honest and say that the non-uniform outfits in TNG are not my favorite costume design in the world, but there are some looks that stick with me:

10. That Girl Who Kissed Data That One Time's Outfit:

I can never decide if I like this look or I think it's ugly, but I love the pants and tall boots combo. Her blouse is bad and the bouclé jacket is both too heavy and too fussy for this outfit, but I love the belt and suspenders combo, and the chevron embossing on the suspenders. This costume and all the others except #9 is a Robert Blackman design.

9. This Jumpsuit On That Girl From "The Dauphin":

This is the only William Ware Theiss design on this list. I love his TOS stuff but most of his TNG designs leave me cold 🤷‍♀️. But I love this is extremely 80s jumpsuit. Love the pretty drape, love the ruching on the sleeves, love the harem pants silhouette. Only note is that the whole bodice should be a structured corset bodice instead of the kind of odd structured panel it has now.

8. Picard's Shorty Pyjama Set:

TNG is absolutely full of the strangest pyjama choices you can imagine and Picard is no exception but I love this bold look. Would kill for this pyjama set. He also takes a work zoom wearing this one time which is insane.

7. Data's 1890's Looks But Specifically This One With The Shirtsleeves And The Blue Shirt:

The best part of "Time's Arrow" is that Data isn't a fish out of water in the 1890s, he's absolutely killing it, and I love that the only real Casual Data look we get is this one. I prefer the blue shirt to the pink because Data should really wear more blue, it's a nice contrast with yellow. Please also note his emerald watch fob, which was 0% necessary to blend in, he's just having fun with it.

6. 12 Year Old Keiko's Linen Overalls:

The paperbag waist! The bow! The little bows at the shirt cuffs! I can understand why she replicated a miniature copy of this outfit.

5. Beverly and Guinan's Dixon Hill Holodeck Costumes:

I'm counting these as one because they're essentially the same design in different color pallets but what color paletts! Bev is pulling off the very difficult pink+red+red hair and the mint green on Guinan is 🤌. I particularly love how Guinan's hat is so 1940s yet also echos the silhouette of her usual costume.

4. Deanna's Teal Dress:

Like all of you I prefer Deanna in the uniform, but this dress slays, ok? The space age asymmetrical neckline. The drop waist. The structured bodice. The slit almost all the way to the hip. And of course the matching tights and shoes CANNOT BE BEATEN. Also one time I saw a dude on a Star Trek forum call this a "ballgown" which baffles me to this day, this is clearly a slightly fancy day dress.

3. Picard's 1890s Look:

You'd think Picard would go full posh in the 1890s but instead he gives us this working-class Shakespearean director look and he 👏 looks 👏 incredible 👏. Way to mix textures, Jean-Luc.

2. Lore's Turtleneck and Giant Vest:

You and I know that Lore stole these clothes from the Pakleds because we pay a lot of attention to Star Trek costumes, but to a normal viewer Lore shows up and this is just his outfit!! It's giving, like, space-age goblincore and it's incredible. I want wear this oufit every day. I want to make a little doll Lore wearing this outfit to express my love for it. It's only not #1 because the pants are too orange and a strange weave.

Deanna's Ancient West Holodeck Outfit:

Deanna!!! The pants! The hat! The calico! She looks 10/10 hot in this outfit. For sure the superior version of this is before she gives her neckerchief to Worf (it really benefits from that cool highlight) but either way this is the best anyone's ever looked on that holodeck.

[vax-merstappen]

feelings (ln4)

my fist lando fic! lmk if you enjoy!

summary: in which lando clearly has feelings for you but will not confess, no matter how many plans you and your friends come up with.

warning: some swearing, lando being an idiot

Ever since you had been invited to join Quadrant by your best friend Ria, you had become increasingly close with the rest of the group. Niran was the first one you got close to, him welcoming you into the group with open arms and listening to all your content ideas. Soon after, you got close to Max, Aarav, and Steve, the boys always making sure you felt like a part of the group. Lando, with his busy schedule, took longer for you to get to know and have in your life.

But when you and Lando finally hit it off, you couldn't imagine what your life had been like before him. You found yourself watching Formula 1 races more often and wearing various pieces of merch sent to you by Lando himself. Occasionally, you would find yourself with a text from him, asking how your day had been or wondering if you would be free to grab dinner while he was in town for a few days.

But soon the tone began to change. You spent many late nights at his apartment, laughing over inside jokes. The random gifts from countries around the world kept appearing more often. Your phone calls got longer and longer until neither of you wanted to hang up.

It seemed like Lando Norris was into you.

You decided to ask Ria about it one day. After all, she had known the man longer than you.

"Hey, do you think Lando is into me?"

Ria gave you a shocked look. "Did you only now just pick up on it?"

"Yeah...?"

"He thought you were hot before you even joined Quadrant. He was avoiding getting to know you because he was intimidated by you at the start. But clearly that has changed."

"Yeah, now he's made it obvious."

"Has he confessed to liking you?"

"Not yet. But i really don't feel like he will any time soon. I mean, there have been so many opportunities when I've been alone with him at his house. And when we've gotten dinner. Or when he's driven me home."

Ria smiled. "Then we'll have to make him confess. Give him an opportunity he can't pass up."

"And how do you suppose we do that?"

---

You had asked Lando to a fancy restaurant in London and reserved a private table with help from Ria, whose family knew the owners. Lando had picked you up in his McLaren, dressed up in a suit. If you hadn't found him attractive before, this would have done the trick.

Dinner was delicious and you enjoyed the flavors while having casual conversation. You laughed over stories from his previous race weekend while you caught him up on the antics going on with the Quadrant group.

"This sure is a nice restaurant, what made you want to dine somewhere special tonight?" he asked.

You could have told him, but you wanted him to confess first.

"Oh, you know. To celebrate someone very special to me being home for once."

"Am I special to you?"

"Yes, Lando. You mean a lot to me."

You held eye contact in the awkward silence that followed. "Stop getting all sentimental on me!" he exclaimed. "You gonna start crying?"

"I might if I have to put up with you for too much longer, let's get the check," you replied, rolling your eyes before laughing.

It seemed like this plan wasn't going to work.

---

Niran sighed dramatically. "So you told him he meant a lot to you and he told you to stop being sentimental? That man is an idiot!"

"I know, right? Any ideas on how we can get him to confess?"

"Easy. Quadrant truth or drink hot sauce video. We ask him point blank if he likes you and he has to answer."

You agreed to Niran's idea and you both got to work writing the questions. A few days later, when Lando was available for the shoot, you had set up in the studio with you three and Ria. The questions started simple.

"So do you watch all of Lando's races?" Ria asked you.

"Of course I do! Wouldn't want to miss one."

You saw Lando smile at your response out of the corner of your eye. Just more evidence the man had fallen for you. You looked at your next question for Niran.

"Have you ever ghosted someone?"

"I have. She wasn't too happy about that one," Niran said.

Niran looked at you for a few seconds as he picked up the next question card. You gave a barely perceptible smile and nod to indicate that you wanted to go along with the plan.

"Lando, do you like y/n?"

Lando's gaze flicked to you before he burst out into laughter. "What kind of question is that? Of course I like y/n! They are a great friend."

Clearly, the question hadn't been worded correctly. Or Lando was finding a way out of admitting his feelings. When you watched the video back before it went out to the internet, you noticed that Lando blushed when Niran asked the question. He fidgeted with his shirt sleeve while he answered, unlike in any of the other questions. He knew the implications and what Niran was getting at. Clearly you would have to try something else.

---

"So you think he does like me?"

Max Fewtrell turned in his chair to face you. "I don't think he likes you. I know he likes you. The man has been down bad ever since he met you. I've never seen him look at anybody else the way he looks at you, like you're the only person he can see."

"But how do I get him to say so?"

Max sat there in silence for a few seconds.

"We're going to make you into Lando Norris' dream girl. He won't be able to resist you."

"What exactly does that entail?"

Apparently, it entailed a full day of spending time with Lando. The day would start with you taking him on a trip to Top Golf, where you would show off that you knew how to hit a golf ball. Next was inviting Lando over to your house for dinner. It would be a home cooked meal of microwave chicken nuggets and mac and cheese, two foods Lando adored but did not eat often. For dessert, it would be ice cream sundaes, a notorious favorite of Lando's. Activities for the night included Mario Kart and sitting together on the couch and watch episodes of Money Heist, one of his favorite shows.

Max said that if he didn't confess his feelings by the end of this night, the man truly was beyond hope.

It was a long day full of activities Lando loved, but surely this would do the trick that nothing else had. You started by going to Top Golf as planned. Little did Lando know, but you had practiced a bit before the trip so that your golfing skills would be attractive to Lando.

"Woah, you can really hit a golf ball!" Lando exclaimed, watching as you swung.

"What, you thought I would be bad?"

"Of course not, I just hoped I might be able to impress you."

You smiled, sensing that you were one step closer to getting Lando to ask you out. Even though golfing may not have been your favorite thing in the world, it was having the intended effect.

Next of course was the dinner. You drove Lando back to your place and led him inside. Of course he had been over a few times before, but this time felt different somehow.

"So what's for dinner?" he asked, interrupting your thoughts.

"I thought we could do something easy, like chicken nuggets and mac and cheese."

"Oh my god! Are you a picky eater too? I never noticed before."

You nodded. "Yeah, I mean I like a lot of foods but there are many I don't like as well."

"How were we not friends sooner?"

You tried not to let any emotions show that he had again called you his friend, but the night was not beyond saving yet. There were still four more stages to the grand plan Max had made.

When you brought out the ice cream sundaes, you could sense his heart starting to melt just like the treat in the bowls. The looks he gave you were different now, like he couldn't take his gaze away from you. And to be fair, you couldn't stop looking at his freckles and his blueish eyes.

"Want to play Mario Kart?" you asked nonchalantly, as if the night hadn't been planned from the start.

"You know I love beating you at video games."

You rolled your eyes. "You say that like I didn't win 5-0 last time we played."

"Oh you're in for it now!"

The competition was close, you winning the first two rounds and Lando winning the next two. In a close battle for victory, you got a red shell that sent Lando spinning and you passing him to claim first place.

"So who's beating who at video games now?" you asked tauntingly.

"It wasn't fair, I got distracted," he whined.

"By what?"

"You."

You couldn't help but blush. "What did I do to distract you?"

"You were shouting at me the whole race, how could I tune that out?" he laughed. A slight wave of disappointment passed through you.

"Want to watch TV?" you asked.

"What show?"

"Money heist? I've been watching that lately."

"Oh my god that's one of my favorite shows! How did you not tell me that you were watching it?"

"I guess it slipped my mind."

You sat next to each other on your small couch, legs pressed up against each other due to how close together you were sitting. It seemed like the night was a waste. You had done all of Lando's favorite things and still he couldn't bring himself to tell you his feelings. Maybe he just wasn't into you? Even though his friends had all reassured you that the signs were there, doubt started to creep in.

You were three episodes in and all of your hope was gone.

"I think I'm going to head home after this one," Lando said. "But thanks for having me over, I had a real good time."

"I did too, Lando."

The credits rolled and you turned off the TV. Lando got up from the couch and you felt cold where the physical contact with him had disappeared. The opportunity was closing fast.

"Lando, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, what is it?"

"I...do yo...have you..."

"Just spit it out."

"Do you have feelings for me? Like more than friends kind of feelings?"

Lando was silent for a moment. "Yeah. I have for a long time and I just didn't know how to let you know. Didn't want to ruin our friendship."

You sighed dramatically. "Are you fucking kidding me, Lando Norris? I took you on a date at a fancy restaurant?"

"Oh my god, that's what that was all about?"

"And then I had Niran ask you if you liked me? And you called me a great friend?"

"Well I couldn't just say it to Niran could I?"

"I was right there! And then this whole night I've been waiting for you to ask me out. You were just going to leave!"

"Ok maybe that one is my fault."

"Lando Norris you are completely oblivious!"

"I know I'm so sorry I didn't-"

You silence him with a kiss on his lips. "It doesn't matter. What matters is that I love you. Even if you can be oblivious."

Lando looked at you before pulling you in for another kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow. Let me take you on a proper date for once, one that I'll actually realize is a date."

"I can't wait."

---

"So you had to confess to him?" Max asked incredulously. "That man is worse than I ever thought."

"Yeah, he was just going to leave without saying anything."

"Jesus Christ."

You laughed. "But at least it's over now, you don't have to watch us pine for each other anymore."

Max rolled his eyes. "But now I have to deal with you being all sappy together. I don't know what's worse."

"Well I can tell you which option I prefer."

[harunovella]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ love language (verse iv); s.g.

synopsis: you and gojo go on your first double date... or is it really? content: canon divergence (teen!gojo era), fem!reader, hopeless romantic gojo, best bros satoru and suguru bickering as always, gojo may have had a 'help I've fallen on your boobs and I can't get up' moment, bestie shoko, not beta read (sorry for any errors!) note: another addition to my gojo anthology series! this one was sm fun to write, I love writing gojo and geto being nothing but idiots tbh... wanna be tagged? lmk in the replies!

"A dinner? A fancy dinner?" Shoko asked as you nodded. "What's a bunch of sixteen year olds gonna do at a fancy dinner?" She raised a brow in confusion. Ever since being paired by Yaga with Shoko, the two of you have grown quite close. You were more than thankful, as much as you loved your own little trio (including Nanami and Haibara), it was nice to have a friend that wasn't... well, a male. 

Not that there was something wrong with that, you saw Nanami like a sort of twin—though you were a bit more on the social side—he got along with you the most. Then there was Haibara, who was an absolute sweetheart and a gem, the energy both you and your blond twin needed. However, seeing as Ieiri was your senior, there was quite a lot to learn from her—outside from the jujutsu world. 

There was also Geto and Gojo... Geto was an interesting person to be around. He had dark humor but also was nothing but kind to you. Gojo, on the other hand...

"A double date?!" Satoru exclaimed as he was alone with Suguru after you invited the two young men to the dinner you told Shoko about. 

Arching an eyebrow, Suguru crossed his arms. "Who said this is a double date? In your delusional world, you're dating our little junior when she only sees you as a friend—"

"That's a lie!" Gojo snapped, earning a snicker from his best friend. "I'll have you know we get along very well, we hangout a lot! And— and we have a lot of fun conversations!"

"Sounds fun," Geto said sarcastically. "We all know you're madly in love with her. However, we have no idea how she feels about you."

"Then explain the double date, huh?" Gojo was now the one to cross his arms, tapping his foot. "You and Shoko, me and my mochi?"

Sighing, Suguru pinched the bridge of his nose. "Again, not a double date. It's four friends going to a nice restaurant to support one of our friend's family members. Nothing more, nothing less," he explained, only for everything to go into one ear and out the other for the white haired boy before him. 

Satoru was in his own world, delusional as always, eyes sparkling at the thought of you in a cute dress. Heels or no heels, makeup or not, he just couldn't help but fantasize about how beautiful you were going to look tonight!

"Earth to Satoru?" Geto waved his hand in front of his best friend, only to laugh. "Thinking about how cute she'll look tonight, huh?"

"Yeah..." Gojo nodded, a face of pure ecstasy, as if he were about to drool. 

"Maybe I'll swap dates, you can have Shoko, I'll have our beautiful—"

"No!" Satoru shouted, instantly jumping Suguru. "She's my date for the night!"

"Good luck with that, if you look like an idiot right now thinking about her, just imagine you tonight!" Suguru laughed as he shoved Satoru off of him. "You're gonna look like a complete idiot!"

"You're not discreet..." Geto mumbled towards Gojo as the young man sat beside you, cheek pressed in the palm of his hand as he ever so casually gazed at you. You were in the middle of a conversation with Shoko, something about a movie you both recently had seen together. Too lost in your discussion, laughing and enjoying the evening as Suguru watched his best friend look like he was in a trance. "You are literally staring..." Furrowing his eyebrows as a look of slight disgust took over his face, Suguru kicked Satoru. 

"Shh," Gojo brushed off, kicking him back. 

"You're lucky she's in her own world with Shoko to even hear us," Geto kicked again, feeling his best friend constantly kick back. Gojo was too focused on you to even pay him any mind.

The restaurant, although fancy, was quite lively and practically filled to the brim. The reservations were endless and everyone that came and went looked like they came from money. Satoru and Suguru wore similar suits, solely because they bought them last minute and ended up with the same look (Satoru was NOT happy, but Suguru found it very funny). Shoko, after seeing them, called them tweedledee and tweedledum... You, on the other, found it cute. 

Cute... Gojo kept hearing your words echo in his head. You thought he, himself, was cute?! Forget Suguru, you said he was cute! He couldn't help but indulge in it as he gazed at you practically the whole dinner. For a split second, he did acknowledge the fact that you looked beyond gorgeous. In a white, fitted dress, hugging your curves with a sweetheart neckline... It was safe to say his mind was split in two. In particular, the two brain cells he had. Half of his mind was floating in the clouds of your compliment while the other half was focused on the top of your breasts (practically where his eyes kept falling to). He was... somewhat of a gentleman, he just couldn't help that dirty side of him. You were beautiful! He wanted you!

In his defense, he was used to seeing you in your uniform jacket, skirt, and tights... the times you weren't, you were always dressed cute and comfortable. Never had he seen you like this, curves and all. 

Reaching over the table and yanking on Gojo's hair, Geto stifled a laugh as his best friend snapped his head and growled. "Rude, I was busy!" He hissed, reaching over and tugging on the bangs that hung over the dark haired young man's forehead. 

Caught up with your conversation with Shoko (and not entirely hearing the commotion beside you with all the various voices around you in the restaurant) a sudden gasp left the brunette as she watched it all happen before her in slow motion. Gojo and Geto shoved one another, completely forgetting where they were as others nearby watched in confusion. 

From one second to the next, you were knocked off your chair, head thudding with the ground as a body collapsed against you. Various gasps and whispers were heard as you winced. Blinking a few times and trying to sit up, you felt a pressure against your chest. Both Shoko and Suguru (who was pulled to his feet by Shoko), stared at the disaster before them. Satoru, with his face planted against your chest, as you stared at him, wide eyed. 

"Satoru!" Shoko exclaimed, smacking his head as he lifted it, staring at you with a shared blush, before both of his friends yanked him up. 

"I— I am so sorry!" He exclaimed, reaching for your hand to help you up as you looked stunned. 

"God, you two are so immature. Before we get kicked out, take her home and I'll handle this," Shoko tsked as you blinked, only to snap out of your daze. 

"It's— It's okay! I'll handle this! I invited you all—"

"No, you hit your head hard, let me handle this. Dummie over here will take you," Shoko kicked Satoru's calf. "Go. Now."

Without second thinking his actions, Gojo took your hand and lead you out. Both of you ignored the displeased stares and gossip that spread over the four kids who "shouldn't have been allowed into a restaurant like this in the first place." 

Walking out, Satoru stopped in his tracks before turning to face you. "I'm so sorry about... my face being in your... Anyway, are you okay?" He asked, using his free hand to gently touch the back of your head. "There's no bump, but, are you alright?"

"I— It's okay, I'm not hurt," you swore as you nodded your head, looking up at him with your doe eyes. Gojo swore his heart grew two times its size. "I promise," you softly smiled. 

Nodding, a small smile grew on the young man's lips. He couldn't help but gaze at you, softness in his eyes as he kept his hand on the back of your head. Silence weaved its way between the two of you. Nothing uncomfortable. You stood there for what felt like hours, looking at one another and nearly forgetting what you were doing or where you were. 

The sound of honking snapped the two of you out of it as you realized you were out in the open, with people walking by and cars driving along. 

Clearing his throat, Satoru lowered his hand from your head and kept his other in yours. "Let's get you home, yeah?"

tag list: @bakananya @strangehuman101 @thirtykiwis @sillygoosegoose (some of u I sadly couldn't tag!)

[lyrakanefanaticwriting]

can you please write a fanfic of lyra meeting acacia/grayson meeting her parents🫶

ofc!! i kind of wanted to do a little twist with this and instead have it be graysons brothers meeting lyra’s family bc i feel like i’ve been writing about acacia gigi and sav+ grayson and lyra a lot lately and wanted to switch it up a bit 😭😭 thanks so much for the request tho!!

also, on a side note, in the deleted scenes of tgg, lyra mentions having MULTIPLE brothers, so in this fic she’s going to have two little brothers, one being 9, and one being 4 going on 5, aka the one mentioned in the actual book. the 4 year olds name is gabriel, and the 5 year olds name is lucas. yes ik they’re basic but i thought of them quickly so don’t judge me pls 😢

synopsis: it’s meeting the family time, and lyra’s family + graysons brothers get together for a dinner. lyra’s family seems to be getting along well with the 4, except for just one person… lyra’s dad. 😬😬

Meeting the Family - lyra x grayson

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LYRA:

I paced outside my parents’ bedroom as I waited for them to get ready. In 5 minutes, they were supposed to go to Hawthorne House to have their first official family dinner. In 5 minutes, my parents were going to officially meet Grayson. My insides were in a twisted knot, and I thought I might explode right then and there if I hadn’t felt a tug on my skirt. Looking down, I felt more relaxed once mygaze met the brown eyed boy’s.

“Catty,” Gabriel, my 4-soon-to-be-5 year old brother, had decided at 2 that instead of calling me Lyra, Catty, short for Catalina, was a much better nickname.

“Catty.” He repeated with a furrow of his brow once his first call had been ignored.

“Sorry, what is it Gabe?” I asked him, patting his gelled hair that had taken forever to do as he didn’t stop complaining once.

“Can we play legos? Mommy and Dad aren’t ready yet, and-“

“Mommy and Dad are right here, baby. We can go now.” My mother’s voice cuts in, a bright smile on her face. Both my mom and dad had done a good job of dressing up, and I felt a bit relieved although I knew Grayson and his brothers would never judge my parents on how they dressed either way. Strolling out of the bedroom that he and his brother shared, Lucas, my other little brother, was wearing the fanciest-but-not-too-fancy outfit a 9 year old could wear, with a pair of black sunglasses perched on his nose. He was wearing a little watch, and honestly, despite the put together look, he had never looked more adorable.

“You’re looking fancy, Lucas.” I said, a grin tingeing my voice. Lucas nodded, before grinning himself.

“Can we go now? Grayson is rich and I want to see his house.” Lucas said, immediately cutting to the point. My mom snorted as she took Lucas and Gabriel’s hand and led them to the car, mean while my Dad just bristled, mumbling “our house is nice too” as he followed them.

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As soon as our car pulled up to the front gates, I couldn’t stop my jaw from dropping. I had seen it before, but damn, this house was huge. Even Lucas was shocked, whispering about how cool it was under his breath. One of the bodyguards escorted us inside, and as soon as the actual gates opened and they were in, I was met with Graysons patient smile. He was holding a bouquet of lilies, and the sight of him shaking my father’s hand as he greeted him made my heart flutter. He had opted for a suit, as usual, but it was more casual, almost as if he was finding ways to tell me that I could breathe, and that this entire get together wasn’t so fancy as I had imagined. As soon as Grayson had finished shaking hands with my parents and making introductions with my brothers, his eyes met mine, and I stepped forward, taking the bouquet out of his hands before he could properly give them to me.

“I’d prefer lilacs.” I deadpanned, tugging at the beautiful flowers with fake boredom. My mother snorted, but Grayson’s smile only grew as he took my hand in his and spoke.

“I’ll note that down. Welcome to Hawthorne House, Mr. and Mrs. Kane. Dinner will be officially ready in 30 minutes, but in that time…” He turned around and met my eyes, sending sparks of electricity through me. “How many of you guys would like a tour?”

I had seen Hawthorne House before. But due to the amount of “awesome”’s whispered by my brothers and the hushed remarks by my parents, they clearly hadn’t. It felt good knowing that at least my Dad, who had always been strict with dating, didn’t and couldn’t have anything bad to say about this house. Because good god it was nice. Finally Grayson takes my hand and leads us back to the dining room.

“Dinners completely finished now. My brothers are all in the dining room too, and they can’t wait to meet you guys.” Graysons states in a civilized manner. I could tell he was trying to impress my parents, but honestly, he didn’t have to try too hard. His money was doing all the work for him.

“I can’t wait to meet them.” My Dad replied. But knowing him, I could tell that there was something else in his tone. Something almost off. I turned to give him a look, but Grayson spoke and changed my train of thought.

“Then let me introduce them to you.”

I had obviously met Xander, Jameson, and Nash before in the game, and also afterwards, but my parents hadn’t yet.

“Hello boys.” My mother said, her tone polite. “It’s so nice to meet you three.” They all smiled at her, but Xander was the first to speak.

“Hello to you too! If you were to get a gift, not now, but at any given time, how would jewelry sound?” He replied. Jameson, and Nash both groaned, while muttering, “real discreet”, and, “seriously xander? those gifts were supposed to be a surprise.” My Mom had a surprised expression on her face as she realized they’d gotten us gifts, but I just turned my glare to Grayson. I said no gifts, I very clearly communicated with my eyes. He, however, wouldn’t meet my gaze and instead held eye contact with my mother. Very slick, I thought with a snort. My Mom was about to say something about how they didn’t have to do that or whatever other motherly card she always pulled, when my brother spoke up.

“Gifts are nice.” Lucas interrupted, as if trying to change the topic. “Anyway, Grayson, You said your brother has a lab. Can we check it out?” Gabriel, who was much more shy than his brother, nodded, clinging to me as he ducked his head right back as soon as everybody looked at him. I rolled my eyes at Lucas’ statement, well aware of where this conversation was going to go.

“Please tell me you didn’t bring your book of nightmares.” My Mom groaned, tutting at Lucas. I smirked as Grayson met my eyes with confusion.

“His science book,” I explained. “It is a huge book filled with tons of different science experiments, but the problem is, a lot of them require laboratory ovens.” I turned to Lucas, giving him a look. “Lucas is prone to thinking that our very not-meant-for-science microwaves count as a laboratory oven. He is also prone to lighting things on fire.” Lucas made a face, but Xander just grinned.

“Lighting things on fire is apart of science. And to answer your question, Lucas, yes I do have a lab, and yes, you are able to check it out after dinner.” Xander said, excitedly. Clearly though, he was not as excited as Lucas, as Lucas was wearing the biggest grin on his face. He turned to me suddenly, a question on his face, and I nodded, to which he immediately whirled around and faced Xander again.

“Thank you!” Lucas said, grinning. Nash smiled as he glanced between the boys, before speaking himself.

“You two are two sides of the same coin, you know. Lucas reminds me so much of when Xan was little.” He spoke, his eyes soft as he glanced between the boys. Grayson smiled then too, taking my hand and gentle pressing his thumb onto my wrist once his gaze meets mine. I already knew what he was trying to tell me by the expression on his face. Don’t worry, he seemed to be saying, everything is fine. I smiled back at him and he took that chance to change the conversation.

“Now,” He said, cutting into the conversation, “Shall we eat?”

The dinner was nearing its end, as most of the plates on the table were close to being finished. Everybody had been making conversation throughout the dinner, everybody except for my oddly quiet father, with my mother telling embarrassing stories about me growing up, and Gray’s brothers telling embarrassing stories about him. I giggled mischievously at Grayson once Jameson finished telling a story about how Grayson once skipped out on a “911”, a brotherly pact between the 4 that meant when somebody texted or said the numbers 911, then that meant the other brothers had to come, and had to stand in his underwear out in the cold on the side of a road. I could tell by the teasing looks that the other brothers were sending Grayson and the terrifying looks that Grayson was sending them that there was more to the story, though, and made a mental note to bug him about it whenever I got the chance. We were just finishing up eating when a woman that had been introduced to me as “Mrs. Laughlin” walked in.

“I hope you all enjoyed the dinner.” She said, with the slightest smile. We all nodded and gave praises to her delicious food, and that made her slight smile grow the smallest bit.

“Good to know. Now, Lyra and your family members, my husband is just in the other room having a drink. Would you like to meet him before dessert?” She asked us. I looked around at my Mom and Dad, before answering myself.

“We’d love to.” I said with a polite smile. My mother agreed and got up, grabbing my brother’s hands as soon as they got out of their seats too, before my father spoke.

“I will in just a moment, I just need to finish up my food.” He said in a kind tone, smiling at Mrs. Laughlin. Mrs. Laughlin gave the slightest nod in response before beckoning towards us to follow her. I slowed in suspicion, though, before casting my father the barest glance. He met my eyes, and I raised a brow at him, as if asking him what he was up to. He just smiled at me and turned his attention to his food, his eyes hard as he took another bite. My eyes met Grayson’s next, giving me a smile and dipping his head the slightest bit, his movements meant to ease my nerves. I blew out a breath before casting my father one last look, turning around, and following my family out of the dining room.

GRAYSON:

I knew what was going to happen throughout the entire dinner, and why Lyra’s father was awfully quiet. Keith Kane waited a moment or two as he stared at Lyra, Mrs. Laughlin, and the rest of them walk away to the sitting room, before turning to me, his steel blue eyes hard.

“How old are you?” He asked me. I could feel my brothers sending glances my way as they realized what was going on, but I didn’t meet their eyes once. I could handle this.

“23, sir.” I answered.

“And how old is my daughter?” I could tell by his tone that he already knew, but I held his gaze anyway and answered.

“20.”

“How many years are between you two, pray tell?”

“3, but we met when I was 22 and she was 19.”

“Are you a pervert?” Jameson snorted, but his expression quickly changed from the look that Lyra’s dad was giving him, and he morphed his expression into a neutral one. I side-eyed him, before meeting Keith’s gaze and speaking again.

“No, sir.” I answered. He held my gaze with a dangerous expression, before folding his hands together on the table, looking at them as he spoke.

“My daughter has never been much for boys. She has believed, for much of her life, that relationships were useless, as well as most boys.” His gaze met mine, slowly and methodically. “The fact that she’s with you tells me that, for whatever reason, she believes that you’re not useless.” For whatever reason. I tried my very best not to smile. Apparently, Lyra wasn’t the only person in the Kane family who didn’t pull their punches.

“Lyra, in the past, has tended to make the same useless boys cry in group projects. She knows her worth and will not stand for anything less than. She also likes you,” Keith Kane said, his eyes boring into mine. “A lot.” I swallowed. The way I felt for Lyra wasn’t as simple as simply liking someone. I loved her.

“I’m not going to demand that you stay away from my daughter or do a whole “touch her and I’ll kill you” bit because A, this isn’t the 1950’s where women can just be somebody’s property, and B, she’s gotten to the age where she doesn’t need my protection anymore. I am, however, going to ask you one final question,” He said, his dangerous stare from before turning sincere as his brows furrowed. “Do you love my daughter?” In my head, and in my heart, I knew the answer to that. More than anything. But I knew that a man like Lyra’s father would need more convincing, so that’s exactly what I did. I convinced him.

“A few years ago I was in a very bad place.” I admitted suddenly, making Keith’s brows furrow more. I could feel my brother’s surprised eyes turn to mine, but I wouldn’t meet their gazes. I would do anything for Lyra, and if getting her dad to trust me was one of those things, then I would sure as hell do it. “My grandfather, the only parental figure I ever really had, died, just after a girl that I had previously loved died as well. I was emotionally unavailable, and cruel, and a damn train wreck, and even though months later I had brushes with love, I still screwed it up because I was cold and hung up over a dead girl. By the time I was 20, I was convinced that there was nobody in this world who could love me, because I was convinced that I was unloveable. I was convinced that every painful moment, and every death of a loved one took that part of me away, until there was nothing left of me to love.” I paused when Keith’s hand brushed mine, remorse in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, son.” He said, sincere despite his words from before. I felt something unwind in my chest from Lyra’s father calling me “son”, but I brushed it off and continued talking.

“Me and Lyra met when I was 22. I had stopped feeling sorry for myself every moment of every waking day, and decided that maybe, I could actually do something for myself. Feel even when I didn’t want to. Cry even though tears were always a crime in my childhood. I could see a reflection of myself in Lyra, a piece of my soul in hers, and that’s when I knew that love didn’t have to be impossible for me.” I barely smiled, the ends of my lips ticking up by a hair. “I wanted to change for Lyra. Not just because I wanted her to love me even half as much as I loved her, but also because I didn’t want to hurt Lyra all because I was emotionally unavailable. And it became easier, too. Every time she opened up for me I knew that I wanted to open up for her too, to change the habits that I had been force-fed as a child and the way I loved as well. I was so scared that I was going to screw everything up again, because I was so in love with her that I couldn’t bear the idea of losing her, because I knew, if I lost a girl like Lyra, I would be living the rest of my life in a state of constant mourning. You don’t move on from a girl like that. You just can’t.” I was laughing now, shaking my head.

“So, in short,” Jameson said, cutting into the heart-to-heart, “Grayson took one look at Lyra and decided he wanted to change the trajectory of the rest of his life.” Nash and Xander nodded along, muttering “yeah”’s and, “that basically summed it all up”’s. Keith Kane snorted before turning his attention to me again.

“So,” He said, his eyes twinkling. “What you’re trying to say is you love her?” I did a half shrug.

“More than anything.” I replied, the answer I had meant to give him all along. Lyra’s father held my gaze, before nodding, and getting up.

“You’re a good man, Grayson. You deserve to love, and you should feel honoured knowing that you are very loved by a girl like my daughter.” He finally said, shaking my hand across the table as I stood up too. I truly smiled then, my heart full.

“I’m very aware.” I say softly. He nods again, before turning to my brothers.

“If you try involving my daughter in your hullabaloo bullshit that you were telling me about in your stories, you very likely might wake up without all 10 of your fingers.” He said calmly. Nash, Jameson, and Xander’s eyebrows shot up, and I could see that they were trying ridiculously hard not to laugh. “No standing in underwear on the side of the road. No glitter bombing her room. And,” He turned his gaze to Xander. “Absolutely no involving her in those projects of yours where you tend to lose an eyebrow or two.” Xander just beamed, not bothered by the threat.

“So you were listening!” He said, with a grin. He shrugged.

“It got too hard to tune out your ridiculous stories.” He replied. I snorted, and was about to speak before Mrs. Laughlin walked in.

“Introductions have been made.” She said matter-of-factly as she ignored the past tension of the room. “Now,” She smiled warmly at Lyra’s family walking in as well as me and my brothers, and in my head, I could picture a life where our two families could be joined together as one. “Who wants dessert?”

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while making this i saw a post saying that they wanted to see lyra’s dad call grayson “son”, and somebody sent me an ask saying they wanted a fic about lyra’s dad being overprotective so this is just me killing two birds with one stone LMFAO 😭 (tobias hawthorne who?)

[strawberryfairi]

TR Guys + Their Types | HCS

Ran, Baji, Rindou, Hanma 💖 pt 1

⚜️Content: Black Girl Edition🤎 What I could see the guys' types being

RAN

~ I feel like he loves a fashionable girl, specifically that like rich girl style (loves to wear heels, dresses, sun hats, etc). ~ Loves a confident, self-assured woman (I could see him loving a woman that gives off Jessica Rabbit vibes, both style and attitude).

~Definitely loves the hard to get type (not PLAYING hard to get but she just literally is hard to get).

~She'll love luxurious things (vacations, restaurants, etc) and will never say no when he offers her one of those types of experiences. ~She'd also be very kind, maybe even mellow personality wise. Like she's very poised, calm, and well-spoken for sure.

~He'd love a talented woman too! I feel like he'd be shook at a vocalist! That speakeasy, jazz standard vocalist type vibe. A smooth, sultry voice (I imagine her singing Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered by Ella Fitzgerald and Ran's just watching like omg...I'm sat🧎🏻).

~Likes a girl that really likes to nap, and do homey activities! Spending quality time together being inside the house is a must or him! For example: Going out to dinner together somewhere beautiful and expensive then come home and just chill and cuddle together with a movie on until y'all fall asleep!

~I could see him absolutely LOVING and OBSESSING over a big afro! Like imagine this look: A gorgeous yellow sundress, white heels, and that gorgeous afro she created out of a braid out, picked out to perfection and framing her face elegantly. Again...he's sat🧎🏻

BAJI

~I could kind of see two different types of girls for Baji so Imma split this one:

TYPE 1:

~ PATIENT...as a mf! Like, she is not out here getting pissed about every little thing. It takes her a lot of pushing before she'd ever get as mad as Baji does about certain things.

~ She's soft spoken (not necessarily like a meek voice but just calm) yet confident, and has no problem correcting or telling anyone off, she's just not going about it like Baji.

~Very compassionate and values family (this goes for type 2 as well). Baji cares DEEPLY for his mom so naturally I feel like he'd gravitate towards a family girl.

~Definitely loves animals for sure. Like just any animal she's cool with, and they're cool with her. (Them adventurous type girls that'll ride elephants and like...idk touch a shark lol. That ain't me chile)

~I could lowkey see that like chill sense of style for her too. Like not nothing fancy with Ran but more everyday/cute casual wear.

~I think Baji would like (in either type) a locs goddess type of girl. Like something about a girl with locs for my boy Keisuke....he's sat 🧎🏻.

TYPE 2:

~ ZERO PATIENCE....like none. If she's set off all hell is breakin' lose chile. It's every natural disaster happening at the same time if someone makes them BOTH mad (just run...).

~Values family for sure.

~Loud, animated personality! The type of girl where you hear her before you see her coming.

~Does not like animals like that, but is willing to let him show her and maybe warm her up to different kinds of animals.

~I think he'd like the streetwear kinda style. The kind where she can dress it up or down depending on the day or outing, like maybe she'll add in some heels to jazz up the fit, you feel me?

RINDOU

~Like Ran, I think he'd love a talented woman! Art, music, etc, he'd really like that kind of thing!

~I could see Rin liking a cutesy girl for him! Like pink, skirts, just the stereotypical girly things.

~I think he'd love natural hair so much! Like he'd love to just sit and learn how she does it. She'd be the type to do her hair herself.

~He'd like a girl he can share memes and music playlists with!

~Will love a girl that likes to go out, and be taken out to dinners, clubs, etc. Just texts/calls her outta nowhere like "Get dressed nice babe, I'm taking you out"

~Likes a girl with a warm, velvety, low voice. That deep tone that comes across naturally sensual for no reason.

~I think he'd also like the kind of girl that acts a bit bratty just so he can put her in her place (if you know what I'm sayin' sksksksk)

~Since he's all flexible and whatnot, on his elastigirl type beat, he'd definitely like a girl that would be open to learning about stretches and workouts and things! Would for sure like a lil workout buddy.

~He'd like a girl that's good at communicating and being perceptive of other people.

HANMA

~I feel like Shuji likes a girl that acts like she doesn't like his corny jokes, slight chaos, and flirting but really does

~He'll like a funny girl for sure! Not necessarily cracking jokes 24/7, but she has a sense of humor!

~I think he'd like a girl that' loves adventures too. Hanma likes spontaneity so he'd probably gravitate towards a girl that loves doing random things out of the blue!

~Likes an "angelic" kind of girl. Super sweet, kind of innocent, super kind, and just not violent and crazy like him. Definitely can see him with a girl that'll reign that craziness on in (Like, "We can have fun but we ain't bouta be on all dat...")

~I feel like he'd like though, a bad biddie type of girl too. Like she intimidates guys that see her because she looks so beautiful. Comes across scary gorgeous but she's really not like that at all if they get the chance to know her.

~When it comes to her hair, I could see her being a versatile baddie. She'll be natural, wear wigs, get braids/locs, you just never know! She gon' eat whatever style she feels like at any given time!

~I feel like this will also play into her style too. Like she's the kinda girl that will be giving classy baddy one time, casual one day and streetwear another but she absolutely slays each and every aesthetic like it's her main one!

[dollsofthewest]

AG Cowgirl Outfits

Following in the footsteps of @enby-dollhouse and @doll-collecting-aerialist, who did posts on the variety of ballerina and tennis outfits respectively, I wanted to do my take on a section of AG outfits I love: cowgirls! Saddle up and let's head out!

Rootin', Tootin' Cowgirl (1998)

Okay, so maybe this is the outfit that inspired me to do this post in the first place. This is adorable. It's rootin'. It's tootin'. I love the bright blue color. It's advertised as a Halloween costume, but doubles just fine as a fancy rodeo outfit. I do like the idea that you can be the sheriff, or the bandit, or both at the same time! And lest we forget to mention that black cat trick-r-treat bucket!!

Molly's Dude Ranch Outfit (2004)

Is anybody doing it like Miss Molly? This outfit was not connected with any book but released as part of a "Summer Fun" collection. I like to imagine Molly went to a dude ranch near Yellowstone National Park, or maybe somewhere along her Route 66 Adventure. It's cute and pretty authentic to rodeo shows. Also, look at her little canteen!

Nicki's Ranch Outfit (2007)

Most cowgirls don't wear the fancy rodeo costumes like a lot of people think: those are for the shows and fairs! During her daily work, Nicki wears her own pink version of modern jeans, chaps, and boots. And of course her staw hat to protect her from the sun.

Rustic Ranch Outfit (2008)

Another practical outfit; it may look impractical to wear a skirt but I've seen girls who prefer it, if they are riding side-saddle. The vest is kind've plain, but it comes with a horse-themed scrapbook and a (faux) leather Western Hat.

Western Riding Outfit (2010)

Definitely a casual pick for our cowgirl. Fit for farm or school, everybody knows exactly what animal is this American Girl's favorite. Like Nicki, this girl wears a straw hat, but she'll need sunblock if she's going to ride all day with those short sleeves and skirt!

Western Plaid Outfit (2014)

I like to think of this as Abercrombie Horse Girl. I'm not sure how practical that dress is for horse riding, and I'm a bit worried about those loose band around her boots. Still, this girl has something not previously seen, even with Nicki, and that's the very important helmet! Always wear a helmet while horse riding!!

Pretty Pink Riding Outfit (2014)

Sold at the same time as the previous one, so you could choose which outfit you wanted with your life-saving helmet. This girl is wearing what I liked to call Gucci Horse Girl.

Blue-Ribbon Riding Outfit (1998)

I forgot this one so I'm adding it here to show you what I would consider an Ideal Horse Riding outfit. Helmet: check! Proper boots: check! The coat even comes with functional pockets and inner thigh padding. She certainly gets the blue ribbon from me for best dressed!

Maryellen's Cowgirl Outfit (2022)

Ah, a return to classics! This is about as stereotypical "cowgirl" as you can get. As far as I'm aware, this is meant to be her Halloween costume, which tracks with how popular cowgirls & cowboys were during the 1950s. Lookin' cute, Miss Maryellen!

Lila's Horseback Riding Outfit (2024)

I think when Glen Campbell sang "Rhinestone Cowboy" he wasn't talking about this. Still, maybe this is what horse girls these days wear? It's a shame to see a modern girl without a helmet, but you can't deny this fits Miss Lila's style to a tee!

What is your favorite AG cowgirl/horse-riding outfit? What would you like to see made in the future?

[cogwork-orthodoxy]

I stumbled upon two Very Nice brushes today and ended up busting this out in like a few hours. Some headcanons below the cut related to these designs.

Important note is that the design on the left is heavily inspired by soliusss and his design because. Well. She's the reason I even read the CotBG tales/SCPs in the first place. So my brain just kind of defaulted to their drawings and designs for the characters. The design on the right is more inspired by sunny-clockwork's design (the clothing being inspired particularly by this piece because I thought it looked interesting).

Now onto actual headcanons: the Orthodoxy separates the physical appearance of members according to their status in the church or "prestige". The more inhuman a member looks, the more popular or well-known they are within the church, and the higher their social status. Specifically because being more "inhuman" means that you are closer to MEKHANE/the machine, and that's like, very holy or whatever.

So my idea (because I always liked both of these designs for Trunnion, and wanted to combine them somehow) is that the design on the left is when Trunnion first joined the church. Her younger years, so to speak. She retains a few of her "human traits" (namely, having more of a human shaped mouth on the right side of her face, and her hair ((which is made of steel wool)) being visible), and her style is more casual/relaxed (for the time period, anyway).

The design on the right is when she begins to climb up in status; particularly when she begins to reach her "living saint" status (though, she's still a source of heavy debate by many of the church's members, thus her not being canonized posthumously). She's lost the human mouth bit, her hair is hidden, she loses her nose, and her manner of dressing is a bit more uptight/"saintly". Also, fancy boots, because she can afford those now. I imagine this is also when she starts to repress her anger and other "unsightly" aspects of her personality; "she's a saint now, and she should act like it."

Actual timeline for when she gets the switch over to the skull face design really just depends on what I want for any particularly story... However, if we're going with the idea that she became a saint before Volume 55.13.A-96, then that means it was sometime before the late 1990s/early 2000s (seeing as she mentions the "avatar of the Data", which comes from Maxwellism, which according to the hub unified in the mid 1990s).

Headcanons over. :] Thanks for reading all that.

[laylarevengers]

dress. manjiro sano x fem! reader. series. angst —> happy ending. tomen —> bonten. this is long. last part!! (slightly suggestive.)

part one. part two.

kakucho, a well-dressed man, poured a generous amount of fancy champagne into your glass, which made you feel out of place in your casual attire. as a doctor, you had a well-paid job, but your busy schedule offered you little time to indulge in luxuries. kakucho’s question caught you off guard, "you knew mikey?" you hesitated to respond, unsure of what to say. koko, noticing your hesitation had intervened, "stop instigating. she’s already sitting with a bunch of criminals, let her be. if you want to know something, go ask the boss yourself."

“ask me what?”

the scene was reminiscent of a sudden jolt, like a whiplash, as everyone in the room rose quickly to greet him. sanzu was quick to curse under his breath, expressing his frustration at the early arrival that wasn't expected for another week. as he spoke, the sound of his voice was both familiar and yet different, with a new depth and gruffness that seemed to come with adulthood and perhaps even a hint of criminality. the sound of his voice echoed in your ears, stirring up memories and emotions from the past.

rindou greeted his boss with a wave of his hand, a hint of amusement apparent in his tone. "hey, boss. when were you going to tell us about your romantic exploits?" he teased, patting manjiro’s shoulders. you couldn't see manjiro’s face due to sanzu and koko standing between you, but you could imagine his eyebrows scrunching up in confusion as he responded with a childish "huh?" It was a moment that made you want to laugh to yourself and think, ‘wow, some things never change.’

as manjiro stood in the room, his gaze wandered between rindou and sanzu. he seemed to be in a hurry, but rindou’s presence was not helping his mood. frustrated, he pushed rindou away, who responded by giving him the finger. manjiro then approached Sanzu, his eyes filled with irritation and fatigue. his voice was low and quiet, but the tension in his words was palpable. "what are you hiding?" he demanded, his tone making it clear that he was not pleased.

"ran got hurt," sanzu replied in a hushed tone. "i had to seek help from someone who was smart enough not to report it to the authorities." sanzu glanced at koko, who seemed to understand his cue to move away. meanwhile, manjiro found you standing up, your arms crossed and your face serious. you had enough time to pull yourself together upon seeing him for the first time in years, but manjiro didn't. his eyes widened in surprise, and the glare he directed at sanzu spelled out a clear message of anger and a desire for retaliation.

as you approached manjiro, you couldn't help but notice the tense atmosphere. with a deep breath, you spoke up, "you should tell your men to be careful." the utterance was perhaps ill-advised, but you couldn't help yourself. manjiro’s gaze fixed on you, scanning you up and down as he tried to comprehend what was happening. you quickly crouched down, picking up your bag, and nodded at sanzu. "i’ll leave. mouth’s shut. don’t want any trouble." you raised your arms in surrender, hoping to defuse the situation. your attempt at sarcasm didn't go unnoticed, and it elicited a laugh from rindou. despite the brief moment of levity, you couldn't shake the feeling that things could turn ugly at any moment.

manjiro’s sudden question, "when did you arrive?" caught you off guard just as you were about to leave. it tugged at your heartstrings, as it had been so long since he had spoken directly to you. you didn't let on the impact it had on you, and neither did he, but deep down, you both knew. glancing back at everyone, you nonchalantly replied, "around four."

manjiro’s sudden outburst of "fuck" caught everyone's attention, leaving them confused. he turned to sanzu and began to criticize him for his occasional stupidity. as you turned around to see what was happening, you saw ran barely able to stand and still half asleep. you immediately urged her to go back to sleep, fearing that she might hurt herself more. it was as if there were two different versions of you - one who was angelic and protective while dealing with his executives, and another who was cold and harsh while talking to manjiro.

"if only you guys weren't so fucking noisy," ran exclaimed, glancing at everyone except for you. manjiro noticed your hand resting on ran’s shoulder and interjected, "you can't just walk away. if you had been more cautious, you would have noticed those bastards watching your every move." he directed his words towards sanzu. "why do you think i arrived early? he’s targeting all of our crucial areas and eliminating our comrades." as manjiro carried on, you couldn't help but feel perplexed. who is this person he's referring to? what have you gotten yourself involved in? and what has jiro gotten himself into?

on the morning after, you found yourself waking up in a lavishly furnished bedroom located in a luxurious penthouse. as you tried to piece together the events of the previous night, manjiro, a person you thought you knew, kept talking in a language that you struggled to comprehend. despite the euphuism barrier, it was clear that all the executives present in the room were in agreement about not leaving you alone.

from what you understand, you have always beena prey, right from your days in toman, where you have been since the very beginning. It seems like you have been used as a pawn to get into manjiro’s head. however, you are not sure if this is the reason why he left and started bonten. you are also unsure if it would have been better if you had gone away with him, where you would be safe by his side. you didn't know. the uncertainty of the situation is making you feel helpless since, you truly, genuinely and irrocevbely do not know anything.

yet you woke up in manjiro’s home and you’ll get your answers.

you pounded your hands on the pristine kitchen counter, exclaiming, "what on earth is happening?" manjiro appeared caught off guard, yet he nonchalantly proceeded to light his cigarette. it felt strange witnessing him engage in such behavior. although both of you had once indulged in rebellious acts of smoking and underage drinking, this situation seemed different. it appeared to be a lasting issue, not just a passing phase. as he gazed into your eyes, a wave of emotions overwhelmed you, and tears threatened to spill.

he inquired, "what are you trying to say?" you were seething with frustration, overflowing with anger. swiftly, you grabbed the cigarette from his lips and extinguished it on the pristine white marble of the countertop. weary, he glanced at the mark left behind, then met your gaze once again. with a fiery determination, you stormed around the barrier of the counter and positioned yourself directly in front of manjiro, who sat on a stool. your faces were now inches apart.

it was impossible to recognize him. absolutely impossible. even if you stared at him for hours, there was something different about him. the beautiful blonde hair that you used to play with was gone, and his boyish smile, the one that always made you smile back, seemed to have vanished for years. and his eyes, oh, manjiro’s eyes. they were always dark and almost devoid of emotion, but you loved them, adored them. yet now, they appeared completely emotionless. he had bags under his eyes, and he looked so thin that it was impossible not to worry.

“it’s as if you're intentionally avoiding my forgiveness. it’s as if you couldn't care less," you were aware that you were burdening him, provoking him. however, you needed reassurance. the fear and disapproval evident in his eyes confirmed something, "i do care. all i do is care about you. don’t. don’t say i don't." you scoffed at his response. you didn't attempt to argue with him when he walked away twelve years ago, so why now? it it a result of pent-up anger?

“if i was in danger from some crazy motherfuckers all those years then why was i not living here, hm? why was i not by your side like i always used to be?”

“because it’s—“

"—‘it’s better this way.’ go fuck yourself, manjiro!" you said with a bitter tone. you had never spoken to him like this before, not in such a serious manner. "i’ve waited for so many years, and you've never once approached me. all i got was some lousy flowers on my birthday and crazy fucking sanzu following me everywhere!" deep down, he knew you were lying. he had gotten you wisterias, your favorite flowers, and you really liked sanzu, but that wasn't the point at this moment. he allowed you to vent, just like before. you were furious with him, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia, as if he was fifteen again, standing next to his motorcycle while you sat on it, wearing his tomen jacket on your shoulders.

“i can't believe it... you never even said "i love you" back when you left! It haunted me every single day. why couldn't you say it? don’t you love me anymore?" manjiro closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh in response to your words. you looked so familiar, with your messy hair from just waking up and the way you were arguing with him. it reminded him of all those old bickering sessions you used to have. suddenly, he gently cupped your face, causing your words to fade away on your tongue.

his eyes darted back and forth between your gaze and your lips, repeatedly, as he uttered those three words, "i love you." your lips brushed for a moment before you withdrew and playfully punched his shoulder. "you can't just say that now and expect me to forget everything," you said. he shook his head, "no, i don't expect forgiveness. I just wanted you to know." you muttered a curse under your breath and tugged him closer by his black shirt. clothes were discarded, and the intensity quickly escalated, yet it felt like pure perfection. things had changed, manjiro had changed, but then again, maybe he hadn't.

the way he held your hand the whole time, the way he whispers sweet nothings like he isn’t a maniacal criminal, the way he refuses to let your mind wander and focus on anything that’s not him, the way he doesn’t let himself feel too good until you have. everything was the same, but it just was not, and maybe that was okay.

it all felt right when you agreed to accompany him to some work party. you wore a dress so similar to the one you wore during your first date, only more mature in its design and on your features. you were foolish to come back into this life. but it was manjiro. you’d always choose manjiro sano even if it meant having your comely dress on the floor and the risk of being his girl again. but you were taking the chance because something told you he won’t leave this time.

and you were right. he redeemed himself. you forgave him. things sometimes got rocky, but he didn’t run away this time and that was all you wanted.

[florsial]

Hey bestie I’m trial and erroring a Rabastan design and I’m struggling so what does he look/dress like in your gorgeous mind because no one gets him like you do

Hello :D and thank youu <3333

Okay, I have been thinking about his appearance from time to time. the main consistent detail is that he isn't very "sleazy" in looks. He's pretty put together. He is wearing an expensive suit, maybe a couple buttons undone, and a loose tie with those shiny black loafers, but overall he's pretty clean. His most casual would be dress pants and button up that's kinda undone.

(HIS FANCY STYLE GETS REGULUS SO GIDDY!!! Like if you ever saw those photos of someone standing on their s/o feet THATS SO THEMMM)

I've been torn over having him with long hair or short hair. But in the end, shorter hair is more fitting for him, I think. In a way that expresses that he doesn't have the luxury of keeping his hair long like Rodolphus if he's constantly fighting for something. So I imagine something like the short wavy hair you see when you search it up on Pinterest for men (don't ask me how I know that). When I first sketched him out, I gave him long hair but it didn't fit.

I couldn't find a proper description in the HP wiki nor do I remember what he is described as in the books when he first shows up. Only that is a thin man. So I think his face is slightly sunken in and his entire body is pretty lanky. And he's pretty tall (HEIGHT DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HIM AND REGULUS HEIGHT DIFFERENCE!!). His hair and eyes are both pretty dark and his skin is a little tan since I actually see him as a very outdoorsy person and amazing, like, really smooth without blemishes (for some reason).

(Pandora starts breaking out when she hit puberty and she contemplates torturing Rabastan's skincare out of him) (he has none)

Don't take this as seriously, but I picture something like Victor from The Corpse Bride (I've never seen that movie honestly) but yk, just for fun lol.

He doesn't have this overly messy style because he's like this black sheep (Like Sirius or Barty) because of his mother's family influence. With his maternal (a side branch from Averys), he's very well dressed and groomed, they made sure of that! The Avery side of his family loves him, though it's partly because Rabastan looks/acts more like his mother.

This brings up another thing that is: he is very much a jewelry person. His suits, expensive but plain, are often decorated and slightly weighted down by layered necklaces with heavier stones and real metals and his fingers are more cold than warm by silver rings. He got his ear pierced at a young age and has so many passed down from his mother, like all his other jewelry. In a way, all of that seems almost like armor that covers/protects him.

Side note: HE WOULD'VE WIPED THE FUCKING FLOOR WITH THOSE SILVER FINGER GUARDS!

He would've HATED cheap jewelry and when mood rings were released in 1975, he choked when he saw Sirius wearing one for the first time. Rodolphus and Regulus almost called a healer because he was turning blue. (Sirius bought more out of spite after that)

Modern Au Rabastan would have a Rolex collection. I said what I said.

I know I bring up suits when wizarding folk don't wear that so, his robes are often plainer (compared to Rodolphus, keep that in mind) but still pretty expensive looking with complex embroidery. His more extravagant robes came from his mother (since I don't think that size mattered all that much between men and women or boys and girls). Cliche moment, but his clothes were very much darker in color, but not always black. More like a darker purple or a darker blue or green, I'm thinking something like what you would get when you use velvet, how colors are almost really shiny or almost black.

I can also see him using makeup! Though very light I think he's very open and knowledgeable about a lot of things since he was basically treated as a doll by his mother's twin sister :D

[geometricalien]

Hello! I couldn't remember if you shipped them or not, but for the OTP/Self Ship ask could you do #s 8, 22, 23, 30, 37, 38, 47, and 58 for AkaFuri?

I do ship them! Sorry for the delay as well, it did take a hot minute to think everything through.

8. What happens if one of them gets sick?

Here's the thing, I think Akashi rarely gets sick. If he gets a symptom or two he is quick to start taking the necessary precautions and medications, he is way too busy to get sick. But the second it does actually impede him, it crashes on him all at once. It's the whole “after a stressful period, you may be prone to succumbing to illness.” When he accepts there is nothing to do but ride it out, he becomes an absolute pathetic baby refusing to rise from bed. Furihata can’t help but laugh at the sight of Akashi being so pitiful whining that he stays by his side and cuddle but it's also really fucking cute. He has a secret file of sick Akashi pictures on his phone, just him sleeping with a red nose or wrapped in a burrito of blankets with this small pout at the camera.

When Furihata is sick, you know Akashi is not going into the office. He’ll be doing work at home and doting on him like no one's business. I think Furihata would tell him he’ll be fine alone, go to work, and fall asleep only to awaken and go in the living room to find Akashi at the dinner table with his laptop and paperwork while Akashi has Furihata’s favorite soup simmering on the stove. “I told you to go in.” “I did. I went in and told Matsu-kun to move my meetings and then I grabbed some of those ginger ale’s that settle your stomach when you are sick.” After that, Furihata moves to rest in the living room with the television on at a low volume and drifting off to the soft taps of Akashi’s laptop, secretly pleased.

22. What reminds each of their partner?

I think violins, piano, scissors (lol), classic tea serving ceremonies, roses, crisp lines, shogi, a devastating ankle break, prideful cats that turn to butter when you scratch behind their ear, tweed and turtleneck sweaters, the smell of coffee, thunderstorms, 9:00 pm - the time in Tokyo they would call each other when living across the world: are just a few things that remind Furihata of Akashi. While books, cheap dime a dozen blue ballpoint pens, cluttered and messy sticky notes, physical CDs, old bookstores that are more like haphazard collection of books weighing down a maze of shelves than anything commercial and ordered, daisies, saving the best bite for last when eating, dogs with big round eyes, the fresh scent of earth after rain, 7:00 am - the time in New York they would call each other when living in different countries: remind Akashi of Furihata.

23. Who’s more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning?

Akashi. Akashi is a cuddlebug of the highest degree. Come the weekend and without any obligations, Akashi likes to stay tangled together. Take that as innocently or sexually as you like, because they are both true lol

30. Your OTP gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing?

This is actually so hard agdhshsj because do I go with some everyday wear? Cute date outfit? Fancy gala clothes? And then how do I show that? So. Instead. I'm going to do what I do in spare time anyways and go to one of those tik tok outfit generators and imagine wlw akafuri ❤️☺️ In my mind, Akashi dresses fem- think long red silky hair, bows and lace, fully owning her body. While Furihata dresses queer- chunky wolfcut, bold patterned collared short sleeved button down shirts, lowkey baggy chill streetwear clothing.

Okay so here is Akashi’s outfit for Furihata: I think Akashi uses this opportunity to play dress up? So she puts Furihata in clothes she wouldn’t normally wear but would look fucking great on her. I’m not sold on these exact pairs of shorts but something black and casual is in line for my vision. Also I almost had a heart attack imagining Furihata in this and so did Akashi ahdhsjsks

Here is Furihata’s outfit for Akashi: It is very professional and put together with the nice balancing of brown, pink, and light blue. I also think she would get Akashi this cutesy cherry sweater and Akashi would wear it.all.the.time.

37. Which is more likely to swear?

Furihata fldjsakfj It’s not gratuitous but every now and then he uses it as an exclamation. I can not see Akashi swearing at all, if he is going to insult you he isn’t going to call you a motherfucker or an asshole, he will call you a worthless illiterate scum. Bro is pulling out the 2 cent words to read someone to filth.

38. Who is more sexually experimental? Who’s more vanilla?

Keep in mind, i'm the bitch that wrote akafuri/midotaka foursome. Between them, I think Furihata would have more sexual experience but it would still be vanilla between them for a few years. They slowly add spice over the years they are together, I think it is also Furihata who opens the door to this sexual experimentation. Akashi is so prim and proper, I don't think anyone would really plant the seed in him to pursue Spicer sex. No locker room talk in school. He doesn't really have time to look into the culture of sex. I can only see Kuroko telling him about his sex life and even then that's a maybe. But Furihata has all of these things. He has locker room talk. Time to learn the culture. Takao or his buddy's tell him what they do. I also think Furihata does have a submissive side that he wants to explore with Akashi and wow would you look at that, they fit together like puzzle pieces.

47. Does either of them have a secret that could potentially ruin their relationship?

Scenario 1: If Bokushi never reintegrated, the secret that would ruin their relationship is if Furihata had a favorite of his personalities and/or hated one. That's his brother. It's both of them or neither of them.

Scenario 2: I mentioned briefly earlier that Akashi went overseas for graduate school. I think a secret that could ruin their relationship is that one night, he went drinking with some college friends, got drunk, missed his boyfriend, thought he saw him in the bar, kissed him, had sex with him, and only realized at dawn his mistake. That one beside him was a stranger. They were still dating but their relationship was strained. They missed each other. Akashi wasn't able to support Furihata. And Furihata felt like he was holding Akashi back, limiting him, not enough for Akashi. Akashi knew if he told him what happened Furihata would take it as confirmation of his worst insecurities. Now years later, reunited, he thinks about telling Furihata this secret now and then. But he's not sure if it's something Furihata will laugh off or be deeply betrayed by and end things. When he is sure Furihata’s response will be laughter, there is a ring sitting at the bottom of his desk drawer waiting.

58. Who’s more likely to hold a grudge after an argument?

Interesting… Akashi holds a grudge like the best of them but if it's Furihata… He is quick to melt and forgive. So I gotta go with Furihata. Akashi accepts a kiss and an apology and it's forgotten. Furihata needs action, commitment, and genuine sorrow. But I think it would be Akashi pulling up old arguments while in one to be petty.

[fanficshiddles]

Eternally Mine, Chapter 2

‘God, I don’t know why I’m so nervous!’ Louise laughed while Claire did her make-up for her.

‘Don’t worry, I felt the same on my first date with Loki. You’ll be absolutely fine though.’ Claire assured her sister.

Louise was round at Claire and Loki’s place, they were getting ready for their double date. Chris had asked Loki and Claire advice on asking Louise out the weekend after Loki’s birthday. He knew that she might be anxious about going alone with him, so Claire came up with the idea for a double date.

‘I wonder why he’s into me, I mean… he could have anyone!’ Louise said quietly while Claire finished off putting on some eyeliner to her.

‘Hey, don’t say that about yourself.’ Claire scolded. ‘You’re stunning, you know I’ve always been envy of your looks.’

‘You’re just saying that.’ Louise argued.

‘I’m not! Now, shut up and do my make-up for me.’ Claire said as she nudged her off the chair, making Louise laugh.

-

‘What if I can’t control myself around her.’ Chris said worriedly as he paced back and fore while buttoning up his white shirt. He was wearing black suit trousers with the white shirt, he had a black suit jacket to go over the top.

‘You will, you’re strong willed. If I managed to resist Claire for so long, you’ll manage to resist Louise.’ Loki assured him.

Loki was round at Chris’ place, waiting for him to get ready before they went to pick up Claire and Louise.

‘Tie or no tie?’ Chris asked as he held up a black tie.

‘No tie. It’s fancy casual.’ Loki said after pondering a moment. He was wearing a blue shirt with black trousers, no suit jacket though.

‘How do you cope with the urge to feed from Claire?’ Chris huffed.

‘Well, it got easier over time the more I spent with her. Just touching her helped a little. Though it wasn’t till I fed from her the first time that it got it out of my system. Don’t get me wrong, I still want to feed from her every chance I can, but it’s a manageable thirst. Getting used to being around her scent will take time.’

‘Her scent just drives me wild.’ Chris admitted. ‘I don’t want to spook her though.’

‘You won’t. Just be yourself…’ Loki then pulled a face. ‘Well, to an extent.’

Chris narrowed his eyes at him briefly.

-

‘Which one should I wear?’ Louise asked as she held up two dresses she'd brought with her, one was black with short sleeves and a low-ish neckline. The other was a dark blue long sleeve dress, though it was knee length too.

‘Hmm. I think the black one.’ Claire decided on.

‘Black one it is.’ Louise nodded and pulled it on.

Claire rummaged through her wardrobe and decided on a plum-coloured dress, it was a low neckline as well though had half length sleeves and went down to just above her ankles.

‘The guys won’t know what to do with us, we are smoking.’ Louise giggled when they both stood together, looking in the mirror.

‘That’s the spirit!’ Claire cheered.

‘I can’t believe you have a vampire boyfriend and I’m away to go on a date with one… Just like we imagined when we were young.’ Louise laughed.

‘I know, dreams can come true.’ Claire smiled.

-

‘I can’t believe after searching for so many years, I’ve found my soulmate.’ Chris sighed as he and Loki had a quick drink before leaving.

‘I guess it sometimes just takes time.’ Loki shrugged.

‘Should I tell her that she’s my soulmate?’ Chris asked.

Loki hummed and tilted his head back and fore in thought. ‘Not sure. It’s down to you, really. I didn’t tell Claire for a while, because I didn’t want her to feel like she had to be with me. I wanted her to be with me because she wanted to.’

Chris nodded. ‘That makes sense. I’ll do the same, I think. I don’t want her to feel pressured into anything.’

Loki was rather surprised, yet pleased, at how Chris was being with the whole thing. He had half expected him to try and pounce on Louise, but he seemed to really care for her already. The instinct of wanting to look after and protect his soulmate had kicked in and was very strong.

‘Yeah, might need to wait a while before you get freaky in the bedroom. I remember some of the kinky shit you’re into, she’d run a mile.’ Loki teased.

Chris smirked. ‘Oh, don’t worry. I’ll wait until she’s on her knees begging me to take her.’

Loki face-palmed.

-

‘Chris might seem a bit rough around the edges, he is more… feral with his vampire instincts. Though he is a sweet guy to those he cares about, I really think he’ll be good for you.’ Claire told Louise.

‘You’re speaking as if it’s already a done deal that he will want to date me properly.’ Louise laughed.

‘Well…’ Claire almost spilled about being his soulmate, then thought again about it incase Chris didn’t want her to know just yet. ‘of course it’s a done deal, look at you! Plus, he will fall in love with your personality too once he gets to know you.’

‘Well, let’s just see how tonight goes.’ Louise smiled. ‘Oh, by the way. I’ve noticed bats hanging around my place lately… Is that Loki?’

Claire’s eyes widened slightly. ‘Ah… that… could be Chris. I know he followed your taxi home the night of Loki’s birthday, to make sure you got home safely. Loki did it with me too, he’d sometimes just come and check that everything was ok at my place.’

‘Really?’ Louise asked, eyes widening.

Claire got a little worried that she would freak out at that, but thankfully, that wasn’t the case.

‘That’s so sweet!’ She squealed like a giddy schoolgirl.

While Claire and Louise waited for Loki and Chris to come collect them, they had a couple of drinks downstairs.

‘I love that you guys have a vampire cat.’ Louise said with a smile as she stroked Bat, who was lying on the rug on front of the fire place.

‘She’s the best.’ Claire grinned.

Bat made a chirping noise in response, making Louise laugh. Bat then shot up and ran over towards the window, she jumped up onto the window ledge to look out of the window. She turned to look at the girls and meowed again.

‘Here’s our dates.’ Claire winked at Louise.

Louise was so excited to see Chris again, her stomach was in knots but she was more excited than nervous.

They grabbed their coats just as Loki opened the door.

‘My ladies… Your ride is here.’ He called with a big smile.

Claire giggled as they kissed, then they made their way down to the car. Chris got out and opened the back door for Louise, his heart began to race as she came closer. He noticed her cheeks turned pink again when she looked at him, unable to keep eye contact.

Her smell hit him like a brick, god she smelled so delectable to him.

Louise had forgotten just how tall and broad that Chris was, he was like a giant. Though the sweet smile on his face made her heart melt. She couldn’t get over how handsome he was.

‘You look stunning, Louise.’ Chris said when she reached him.

‘Thank you.’ She bushed even harder. ‘You look really handsome.’ She said shyly, making him smile widely.

Chris couldn’t resist picking up her hand and kissing the back of it again, she got the same tingling feeling as she did the last time. He then motioned to the car, Louise slipped into the back seat and Chris closed the door behind her. He practically jogged round to the other side of the car to get in the back seat with her.

Loki and Claire shook their heads with a smile. Loki opened the passenger door for Claire and helped her in.

‘Why thank you, kind sir.’ She grinned at him.

Loki winked at her as he closed the door, then walked round the car to get in the driver’s side. The plan was to drive to the restaurant, then they’d get a taxi back. He’d get his car tomorrow.

‘How are things going at the school? Claire was telling me about a couple of the students going a bit rogue this week and getting hurt?’ Louise asked Chris.

‘Yes, things are a little tense unfortunately. Some of the students just coming of age, getting used to their new instincts are struggling. I try to help them, to direct them in the right way’

Loki coughed at that. Chris clenched his jaw slightly and glared at the back of Loki’s head.

‘I try to direct them in a safe way to carry out their natural instincts, but these few decided they knew better and went off without guidance, getting themselves into a bit of trouble.’ He continued.

‘In what way are they in trouble?’ Louise asked curiously. She was fascinated with the vampire’s lives.

‘They’re trying to go after hunters, as there’s been a bit of an influx of them lately in the city. The students think they can take them on, getting their fill at the same time as doing good. But they’re too young and inexperienced, too hot-headed. One was badly injured the other night.’

‘Not like it’s the first bunch of hot-headed vampires we’ve had to deal with.’ Loki uttered.

‘Yes, thanks brother for your input.’ Chris growled at him.

Louise had to hold back a laugh, she found it quite amusing the way the brothers bickered. It had been the same at Loki’s party. Claire had filled her in about them both, a bit about their history together and how they both had different views of what was right and wrong.

She’d thought a lot about Chris and how he was known for feeding from innocent humans. Though she had decided that until he gave her a reason to be scared of him, she wouldn’t let that information cloud her judgement of him. At the end of the day, vampires were vastly different to humans, she knew that they needed blood to survive. They had to get it one way or another, and Chris was an original vampire, after all.

Claire had been quite surprised how accepting of him Louise had been when she filled her in.

‘It must be scary knowing there’s hunters about?’ Louise asked.

Loki and Claire nodded.

‘Nothing we can’t handle, they’re more an annoyance than anything.’ Chris said, slightly boasting.

Loki rolled his eyes.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Chris was ever the gentleman still, opening the door for Louise and pulling her chair out, then tucking it in for her. Loki did the same for Claire, not wanting to be upstaged by his brother.

Loki sat next to Claire, Louise was opposite Claire with Chris next to her. Louise noticed that Chris slid his chair slightly over so he was quite close to her, which made her heart feel fuzzy.

‘I bet I know what you’re going to get.’ Claire grinned at Louise.

Louise raised an eyebrow at her. ‘What?’

‘Spaghetti meatballs, that’s your favourite.’ Claire said confidently.

‘Oh.’ Louise laughed a little. ‘Actually, the salad looks quite good.’ She said quietly.

Claire frowned, she knew that Louise wasn’t fond of salad. Loki instinctively picked up on something when Claire gave him a look. So Loki dragged Chris up to the bar so they could order their drinks, then they’d go back to order the food once they’d decided on it.

‘Sis, you don’t need to worry about what you’re eating anymore. I know you don’t like salad.’ Claire said knowingly.

Louise let out a big breath and ran a hand down her face. ‘You’re right… I guess I just fell into old ways.’ She said quietly.

‘Chris isn’t like him. He won’t control what you eat, you can eat like a pig and Chris won’t care. Loki would kick his ass if he did, but he won’t. You should see the amount of food they end up eating. I swear Loki is trying to put weight on me, too. I’m heavier than I used to be.’ Claire laughed.

Louise laughed too. When the guys returned with drinks, they both noticed that Louise looked visibly more relaxed. She did end up going for meatballs and spaghetti.

‘Good choice. If it didn’t have garlic, I’d be going for that too.’ Chris said when she had decided.

‘Oh yeah, you guys can’t have garlic, can you?’ Louise asked.

‘We can, in small amounts. Though it does still cause stomach aches even on a small level.’ Chris explained.

‘Doesn’t stop Loki. He just stinks out the bathroom afterwards.’ Claire said as she pulled a face.

Louise laughed and Chris chuckled, Loki glared at Claire and squeezed her thigh under the table with a growl. ‘You’re so in trouble later.’

‘I sure hope so.’ Claire giggled.

The conversation between the four was kept light and fun. Chris and Loki bickered, like typical brothers. Even Claire and Louise had a few fun sisterly bickers together too, though not as harsh as the brothers.

When they were finished for the evening, Chris helped Louise with her coat and couldn’t resist letting his hands linger for a little on her shoulders, that she didn’t fail to notice.

She was staying the night at Loki and Claire’s, to save getting a taxi back home since she didn’t have work the following morning.

Chris said he would just fly home, to save a taxi going there and then to Loki’s. So they said their goodbyes outside.

‘Are you going to be around tomorrow morning?’ Louise asked, hopeful.

Chris’ face lit up at the fact she was hoping to see him more before heading home. He looked at Loki and Claire. ‘Well, if I’m invited, I wouldn’t say no to breakfast?’

‘Of course, you’re welcome.’ Claire nodded.

Loki sighed dramatically. ‘I suppose I could put on some extra bacon and sausages.’

‘I’ll see you tomorrow morning then.’ Chris grinned at Louise.

[abitlikelemon]

As we say goodbye to the 1900's, it's time to share how I dressed my sims during this decade, just as I did for the 1890's.

If you happen to be just joining in, I am playing through the decades challenge without using CC, for the most part. People sharing their CC decades experience, check out Ashubii, have really helped me style my sims. This post is to return that kindness back to the community.

To start: -I am using zero CC clothing, hair, accessories etc. -I do own all packs -I use some "body" cc (lashes, skin overlay, body blush) -Between the limitations of what is available in game and my basic knowledge of the decade, don't expect accuracy just inspiration -If you want to know what pack an item is from, please ask! I am very WCIF friendly

I want to start by echoing a statement I made in the post about the 1890's, most of these outfits could work for the 1890's and outfits I used from the 1890's could be used for this decade depending on how wealthy your family is. While the last gen grew up in something closer to poverty, Walter got rich-rich, so his family's outfits are a bit nicer, and each member of the family had multiple outfits in many categories.

Walter Pancakes, heir to the Pancake throne, feels like the right place to start. He really borrowed his style from his uncle and wanted to flaunt the higher status he was able to acquire through his education and hard work. He had multiples for almost every category, but I chose to highlight two everyday, athletic, party, formal, sleep, hot, and cold weather.

Ingrid Pancakes my love. I shouldn't have favorites but she's a favorite, also her genes helped make the most beautiful Pancake children so I'm very partial to her. She wore lots of lace, leaned into blue to compliment her eyes, and of course she had multiple outfits to choose from. Here I am showing off three everyday, formal, sleep, party, hot, and cold weather.

The twins! I had so much fun dressing them up. As they grew, I wanted to show off Ralph's more casual attitude, with one of his everyday outfits being a disheveled uniform, and Alf's more put together style, keeping his vest buttoned and a bit more formal of a look even in his everyday wear. Here I have three everyday, a formal, active, sleep, party, swim, hot, and cold weather option.

Nell's teen years, I imagine, she borrowed everything from her mother. All her fancy clothes, that no longer fit Ingrid, found a spot in Nell's wardrobe. The two of course would shop for new pieces to ensure she was very much in fashion, but the color pallet and silhouette would be borrowed heavily from mom. Here I have two everyday, a formal, athletic, sleep, party, swim, hot, and cold weather.

THIS! This was my favorite outfit category. Never in a million years would I have expected to enjoy dressing boys in the 1900's to be so much fun, but it was my favorite. I felt like I had limitless options, as seen by this cramped photo, though I will call out the shorts from Batuu were a game changer. Here I have three everyday, a formal, athletic, sleep, two party, swim, two hot weather, and two cold weather outfits.

Dressing the girls in the 1800s was a pain point for me. So, I am pleased with how I was able to dress Nell and her friends as children. I am honestly so sad she missed out on the outfit options that launched with Life & Death, so I am hoping for some girls to be born in the next generation and excited to revisit the older decades in my next playthrough. to see how much easier this time will be. Here I have an example of her everyday, formal, athletic, sleep, hot, and cold weather outfits,

Ralph and Alfred both got cute enough outfits as toddlers, but my favorite was dressing Nell. Partly because Nell is my favorite of the siblings (shhhh don't tell). The other part, because she's a girl and therefor more fun to dress. The kiddos are in everyday, formal, sleep, you get it.

I forgot to take screenshots of infants- If you saw a gameplay screenshot you got the full range of my outfit abilities, which is a white onesie for every category, so just imagine that here.

I do think the copy/past update that came out will help moving forward and the options from Life & Death are interesting, so I'll hold out hope that my feelings here may change. But forgive me for skipping the photos here.

As always, I hope this was fun and helpful to anyone who needs inspiration. I'm super open to questions or suggestions for future generations or my next go around!

[dracarialove]

📄 Posting my finished fics here, too 📄

*Check the 'shadow's heart' tag if you haven't read chapter 1

[Chapter 9: Commitment]

Shadow rolled the long sleeves of his teal-green shirt up to his elbows as he left the bathroom, bright red eyes landing on the beautiful lady facing the window of their hotel room.

She primped curved locks and studied her makeup in the reflection, her figure poised in a navy-blue calf-length cami dress and black heels. And when he approached closely enough to catch her eye, Rouge turned around, immediately looking the hedgehog up and down.

"Mm, you look incredible," she said, eyes glimmering under cyan-painted lids. She stepped towards him and her gloved fingers slipped around the silver silk of his necktie, adjusting it and curling red lips into a sly smile. "Can't wait to tear this off you later."

She winked at him and the Ultimate Lifeform chuckled at her flirting, slipping his hand onto her lower back to escort her out. They visited the city again for a fine-dining experience, being seated in a room where roses and peonies bloomed in ornamented arrangements hanging on the dark walls.

Shadow stared at his date while she ordered wine for them to share, memorizing her elegant beauty before they were given menus to look over. He saw all the effort that went into her appearance – the attention to detail in making sure her lips shimmered just the right amount, that her dress fit her perfectly, that she hadn't a hair out of place.

Though wearing a tie was a good start, he held the belief that he couldn't compete with just how good she looked all the time. Glancing at the bat over his menu, Shadow was eager to make her his fiancée. It was killing him to wait.

When the waiter returned with their wine, Rouge seemed to perk up a little more excitedly than she already was. Charming as always, she commented, "Now it's officially a fancy dinner. And what great timing you have, coming back right when we've made up our minds."

The vested jaguar smiled humbly, opening the bottle for them. "Thank you. You're ready to order, then?"

"Yes," she said, turning her attention back to the list. "I'd like the red snapper with the side salad."

Shadow added, "And I'll have the lamb stew."

"Very good." He looked between the both of them. "Would you like any other drinks with that?"

"I think we're fine, right?" Rouge asked her boyfriend with a graceful hand gesture.

"Yes, the wine is enough."

The waiter nodded and smiled again. "I'll be back with your meals, then. Let me know if you need anything."

"Thank you, sweetie," the woman said casually, and grabbed the wine bottle to fill their glasses halfway while she spoke. "Shadow, you are just the most darling guy to take me out like this, you know that? And not just to dinner, I mean this whole trip."

A deeper, more sincere smile spread on her face and she seemed to blush a little, resting the bottle on the table and staring a bit coyly at her cup. "I always wanted a man who cared this much."

The speedster was softened by her words and the genuine emotion in her expression. He smiled back and lifted his cup to her. "Then it's a good thing I found you. I can't imagine experiencing this if I hadn't."

She lifted her glass, as well, and clinked it against his before they took a swig. Over the course of their dinner, Shadow found himself more and more entranced by her, letting Rouge lead the conversation and getting lost in her eyes while she told stories.

He didn't understand what he'd heard from some unsatisfied couples – that the love fades, or that the passion disappears after the honeymoon phase. He hadn't felt that way at any point and couldn't imagine it happening now.

They were certainly content in their relationship, comfortable and happy with the direction their lives had taken. But complacence wasn't something he experienced, and now, sharing a table with Rouge and listening to her tales, he had the inkling that he was falling even more deeply in love with her.

The way her face lit up when she gesticulated to enhance her retelling of a memory; the sparkle her eyes gained when she stared at him for long enough; the confidence he felt being loved and desired by someone like her; it was everything he wanted and more.

He knew there would be a right moment for the talk, but not during dinner. Their meal together would be a romantic one, the second half of which was Shadow's turn to tell stories.

Those of the interesting and funny variety were few with him, but he had some instances of shenanigans to reminisce about, harkening back to his time working at the coffee shop.

Rouge listened, as he had, and when they were sufficiently filled with food and wine, the couple left to walk the streets once again. It was dark out, the sidewalks illuminated by streetlights and the businesses that remained open.

"Do you have room for dessert?" asked the hedgehog, spotting an ice cream parlor down the road.

"Hmm, I think so! A milkshake would be nice."

So, they went inside, patronizing the establishment right before they closed, and walking out with the treats of their choice. Rouge had a vanilla milkshake with little bits of strawberries mixed in, while her lover had a big scoop of black cherry ice cream on a waffle cone.

They walked a little longer, enjoying the crisp night air and the faintly busy sounds of the city at a less crowded hour, not talking much but enjoying each other's company all the same. Then, looking around at the area ahead, the bat's eyes trailed up one of the decently tall buildings and she got an idea.

She pointed up to it while looking over at the quiet lifeform. "Hey, babe, you wanna gaze out over the city?"

Shadow followed the direction of her pointing finger, then nodded. "Sure. It must be pretty colorful in a place like this."

"That's exactly what I was thinking! Come on."

She hopped off the ground to hover in the air, dropping her arm down so Shadow could grab on. His free hand gripped her wrist, and hers grabbed his, then the winged woman lifted her beau off the ground to fly them both up to the rooftop of the nearby building.

And when she was able to see above it, the brightness of the city was apparent. It really was colorful, the night lightened by glowing hues of rainbow colors from the different attractions beckoning people to occupy their business.

"Wow," Rouge uttered in awe, her eyes twinkling. "It's like a hundred gemstones glittering in the dark!"

Shadow didn't care as much for the lights as she did, but the colors were still nice to look at, and he cared more that his partner found it pretty. They landed on the flattened slate and approached one side of the raised barrier that lined the roof.

Leaning their elbows on it, the couple went back to enjoying their ice cream while staring at the different attractions, some of whose signs they could still read clearly – namely, the casinos and nightclubs.

As the seconds passed by, Shadow felt the pertinent moment getting closer, his gut instinct telling him that this tranquil, secluded place would be the best spot to have that important conversation. So, he savored the moments before that, sharing glances with his lover until the ice cream was gone.

And when he looked down at the empty wafer cone in his hand, he felt he'd lost his appetite, and knew it was time. He placed the cone on the raised stone and then hoisted himself up, gaining Rouge's attention as he sat on the edge of the structure.

"Oh, we're sitting now?" she said teasingly, then set aside her cup and positioned herself beside him.

"Yeah, we've been on our feet enough these last few days, I think." He smiled at her and the bat wrapped her arm around his, then gave him a peck on the cheek before resting her head on his shoulder.

In truth, the Ultimate Lifeform had no worry for their feet, or how much they'd been walking; they both had more than enough endurance to handle traveling on foot, and Rouge even hovered every now and then.

Really, he felt his thinking skills were a little better when he was sitting on the edge of a rooftop, his legs dangling over the side. It was something he'd done often at his old apartment, sitting on the roof and just thinking for an hour before bed.

He hadn't done that since moving in with Rouge, so replicating it now activated those memories and the thought-stirring nature of the night air surrounding the city.

Except this time, he wasn't alone. He had a woman by his side, a beautiful one; one he loved so much that the introspection of it was daunting. Because the last time he'd cared about a girl, he'd gotten hurt.

Although it was different with Rouge, the fear of loss was very much still present, and he was still reminded of the painful ache he'd felt before he met her.

With romantic feelings now thrown into the mix, how much would it hurt to lose her, too? He thought he'd done away with those frets, but they kept coming back.

It irritated him to know his concerns still had some sort of power over him. But he had to stop letting those troubles resurface. He knew it would psyche him out of getting things done if he didn't take control.

And Shadow the Hedgehog was rarely a quitter, determined to overcome the lingering worries from his past now that he had a duty to someone again. He'd done well for two years – he wasn't going to be beaten now.

"Rouge... love..." he started, his gentle voice soaking into the night. It came out weaker than he wanted, so he swallowed to push back the unease still threatening him.

Rouge's head shifted a little, but didn't leave him. He could guess she was now looking at him. "Yeah?"

He pulled in a breath and let it out softly. "I have a secret to tell you... and before I do, I'm sorry I haven't said it sooner."

Now the weight of her head did leave his shoulder, and his gaze caught her cautious expression when her posture straightened. Their arms were still enwrapped, so he rested his other hand on hers and looked earnestly into teal eyes. Her worried demeanor dared to strike more hesitance into the hedgehog's heart, but he forced himself to speak again.

"I've told you about how I came to exist. You know that I'm an artificial being; that as organic as I feel, I was created with certain features and abilities that change how I live."

The bat nodded, her voice coming out a bit somberly. "Right, things like godly strength and chaos power. What about it?"

"Well... I also told you that... my body won't deteriorate like a normal Mobian's as I get older."

"Shadow, what are you talking about?" Her gaze scanned over his figure. "Is something wrong?"

His mouth tightened into a tense line and he squeezed her hand. 'Just say it...'

"Rouge," he said firmly, "I understated my lifespan... greatly. I won't ever get old... I was created to be immortal."

Shadow expected her to gasp, but it seemed like she'd stopped breathing instead – he could no longer hear her quietly anxious exhales in the still air, only his own. Her eyes never left him, and slowly, her lips parted.

"You're immortal...?" she nearly whispered.

The fear he saw in her eyes made the lifeform want to reassure her that everything would be okay. But he knew the thoughts going through her mind were all the valid reasons he'd imagined for her to worry over.

It was written on her shock-stricken face that questions about their future were forming as he'd predicted they would. He hadn't planned exactly what to say next. Instead, in that moment, he caught the urge to pull her into a hug, doing so with a shaky breath and embracing her tightly.

"I'm sorry. I should've been honest from the start. But I couldn't..."

Rouge didn't hesitate to hug him back, the pair sitting in silence for a minute. She was picking through the thoughts that whirled in her head, trying to focus on the ones that really mattered. And he gave her as much time as she needed, afraid to speak again first for fear of falling apart.

"So... you'll outlive me, right?"

Shadow didn't want to say yes; didn't even want to nod. His arms squeezed her tighter and his face nestled into her hair. Another minute passed, then the bat started to pull back from his grasp.

"Baby," she spoke tenderly, meeting his eyes again once they were face-to-face. His looked sad, but still a little hopeful. "I still love you... is that what you were worried about?"

An uneasy swallow fell down the dark man's throat. "Well, I was worried that... you would be afraid. Too afraid to..."

His eyes dropped from hers as he trailed off, holding her gloved hands and running his thumbs over each one. He recognized that it was to calm himself more than anything.

Though not immediately brushing aside the news, Rouge didn't seem as panicky as he expected anyone would be. She didn't say anything for a few tense beats, and when he looked back up, her expression was surprisingly firm.

"There's very little in this world that scares me, Shadow." Her eyes twinkled with unwavering certainty. "If anyone can handle an immortal partner... it's me."

The woman's maroon-colored lips curled and she raised a hand to cup his cheek, making Shadow smile in return. His eyes closed and he slowly leaned his forehead to rest against hers, then asked with less hesitation, "Don't you have questions? You can't really be this calm, can you?"

A sweet chuckle permeated the air between them. "We make our own destiny, sweetheart. You and me... we adapt when things get tricky."

His head pulled back so he could look her in the eyes as she continued, "And we learn to navigate unclear paths. So that's what we'll do. The questions can come later."

"It's possible I'll live forever... that's not daunting to you?"

She then broke eye contact to gaze over the city, taking in a thoughtful breath and letting it out in a deep sigh. Her shoulders raised gingerly in a brief shrug before she answered, "Maybe a little... if I think about it alone."

Teal eyes met him again, and her smile remained. "But I'm not alone! I'm with you, and... you're on my side." She grabbed one of his hands with both of hers and pulled it close, squeezing lovingly. "So, if you thought that would send me running, you were wrong! I'm not going anywhere."

Shadow's confidence was whole again at Rouge's words. She was true to her determined spirit, not giving up on him – just as he'd been told. He inched closer. "Neither am I. As long as we're breathing, I'll be here."

She glanced at his lips, leaning in slowly. "Even if we can't spend eternity together... we'll make the most of the time we have."

They kissed, their devotion blessing the night air where they sat. The secluded rooftop over the glitzy vacation city would be marked in their memories as the place where they reaffirmed their commitment even in the face of an existential quandary.

But it wasn't the place where Shadow would make her his fiancée. The ring, he knew, had to shine as brightly as his love for the enchanting bat when the moment came. So, with the passionate seal of loyal lips, the evening ended there.

Before it got too dark, they headed back to the hotel to sleep off the outing. Their figures rested peacefully entwined throughout the night, and when it was morning, the hedgehog woke his lover with a room-service breakfast.

"Mm, best vacation ever," said Rouge through a bite of scone. "Seriously, I wish we could do stuff like this every day!"

"Hah, well... I can always make you breakfast in bed, you know," her man offered, pouring a cup of coffee.

"Knock yourself out, handsome," she bantered with a wink. "But I mean... we're just so busy at home! Imagine if we could both just be served every day?"

"Hm, it might be glamorous for a time... but it also might make us lazy."

Rouge sighed, "Maybe so," then her face lit up with an idea. "Hey, let's go to the beach after this! It's just about the best time to sunbathe."

A smile crept across Shadow's muzzle as he thought about the little black box sitting in his bag. "Sounds perfect."

[pocketfullofpearlies]

RISE OF RED: A TALE OF HEADS AND HEARTS

(Descendants: Rise of Red Fanfiction/Re-imagining)

Chapter 7

Soon both girls were dressed and they waited around till Faye came knocking. "Oh wow, you girls look great," she said, smiling at them. "Thank you," Chloe said cordially. She was dressed in an icy blue mini dress over transparent leggings and her sparkly boots. She'd left her hair to tumble down her shoulders and wore lip gloss from a tube she'd tucked into her pocket from earlier. Red was dressed much simpler in a red tank top and black cargo pants, her hair pulled back into a ponytail and her new sunglasses balanced on her nose. "Dinner time round here is a big deal," Faye explained as they left the room and started walking towards the elevators. "Before it used to be simple and casual, but then some of the royals started dressing as if it was a gala. Now we have an unofficial dress code." "Sounds stupid," Red commented, stuffing her hands into her trousers pockets. "No it doesn't. Dressing up is fun," Chloe argued. "Would you rather be in a T-shirt and jeans?" "Yeah, probably. Then I wouldn't be worried about getting food on it while I eat." Chloe scoffed. "Who ever heard of a Princess without table manners." "A Princess?" Faye looked at Red curiosly. "She meant that metaphorically." They were on the ground floor now, about to walk out the door. There were a bunch of girls, walking round, talking and giggling, and outside there were even more. Chloe kept her eyes peeled for her mum, looking intently at the Jewel building. The girls coming out of Jewel were dressed in dresses similar to her own, stylish and sparkly. Some even wore heels and fancy jewelry, with fluffed up hair and light touches of makeup. The girls from Fairy Dust were still very put together but not as glitzy, and the Cauldron girls seemed to go for drama and intrigue with their outfits rather than just looking pretty. They followed Faye and joined what seemed to be a sea of people walking towards the dining hall. The boys were coming from their dorms and added to the crowd. Red looked at them through her glasses. Which one of these boys could be her father?

Would she recognise him by any chance? Maybe she had his hair or his skin tone or the shape of his nose? Soon they were inside the dining hall, which was huge, the size of a whole ballroom, with round tables and chairs arranged restaurant style and long buffet tables at the far end holding platters of food for the students to dish out from.

The hall was gradually filling up and there was already a line at the buffet tables. The noise of hundreds of students gathered together was deafening. "Ooh, I see them," Faye said, her voice raised slightly. She walked determinedly, eyes fixed on a particular table as the girls trailed behind her. On getting to the table, both Chloe and Red choked on air. "Hey guys," Faye greeted the two girls seated at the table already. "These are my new friends Scarlett and Cate. Meet Ella and Iracebeth, you two." She directed the last sentence to Red and Chloe, who were both trying to get over themselves and the fact that their mothers were sitting right in front of them. "Hi, I'm Ella," the first girl said, with a gorgeous smile. Her brown skin glowed and her soft honey blonde curls framed her pretty face perfectly. "I'm Iracebeth...but just call me Bridget," the other girl said. Her skin was tanned and she had a scattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks, which went well with her bright, blood-red waves of hair that flowed down her back. Just like Red, she had the eyes of the Wonderlandian Royal family; a deep reddish-brown, but hers were more vivid in colour, the redness of her irises clear and vibrant, making Mirana's eyes seem almost dead and cold in comparison.

“Hi,” Red said, shocked at the friendly, inviting tone of her mother’s voice.

“Care for a cookie?” Iracebeth offered, pushing forward a container filled with prettily decorated cookies. “I made them myself; a Wonderlandian recipe.”

“Glitter cookies.” Red kicked herself for blurting that out, but she was beside herself with surprise when she noticed the unique crust and patterns in the decoration.

The Queen of Hearts hated glitter cookies. So much so that she had banned them from the kingdom entirely. Whenever Red was craving one, she either had to do whatever crazy thing the Cheshire Cat asked for as an incentive, or sneak into the kitchen in the dead of night and make a batch in the dark- which never turned out well.

Iracebeth’s eyes widened, as did her smile. “How did you know? Are you from Wonderland?”

“Uh, no. But I have an…um..aunt that’s half Wonderlandian. She makes them for us all the time.”

“That’s amazing!”

“You know, Iracebeth here is a Princess of Wonderland,” Faye said, taking a cookie.

“That’s hardly important, though,” Iracebeth countered, rolling her eyes playfully.

She reached into the container and pulled out a cookie, placing it in Red’s hand. “Here. Welcome to MA. It’s nice to have another red-head around.” "H-hi Ella," Chloe said, attempting to control the emotions welling up in her. Unlike her dad, who had albums full of memories of a pleasant childhood, her mum didn't even have a single picture from when she was younger, aside from the one her parents took together on their first date at a ball.

“Hello,” Ella said, her soft voice coated with a distinct French accent. “I love your hair. So pretty.”

I got it from you, Chloe wanted to say, but instead she said. “Thank you so much. Yours is pretty too, it’s so shiny.”

“And it smells like a freshly candied apple,” Iracebeth commented, taking a sip of water.

“What have I told you about smelling my hair?”

Iracebeth batted her lashes with a cheeky smile. “Well you can’t blame me, candied apples are my favourite.”

Red watched both girls as they bantered back and forth with their inside joke. Now she finally had an explanation as to why her mother had candy apples banned in Wonderland.

Chloe did too, realizing that her mother hadn’t exaggerated about her friendship with the Queen of Hearts.

“Don’t mind these two,” Faye cut in. “They’ve been attached at the hip since the very first day.”

“And ironically, our sisters have been too,” Iracebeth added.

“Sisters?” Red’s interest was piqued.

“Yeah; my sister and Ella’s twin step-sisters are best friends too.”

“That’s…interesting,” Chloe said.

“ À pic (Right on cue),” Ella muttered.

They all followed her line of vision, which ended on three girls heading towards the back of the dining hall.

Chloe tried not to let any shock show on her features as she caught sight of the younger versions of her step-aunts. Anastasia wore a frilly purple dress and her auburn hair fell down her shoulders in distressed ringlet curls. Drizella was in a green top and matching mini skirt, her chocolate coloured hair cut in a sleek bob.

In their middle stood Mirana, whose blood-red lipstick contrasted with her milky white skin giving her an even more striking look. She was also all dressed up, in a cream halter top and checkered pants in red and white.

They attracted lots of stares as they walked towards their table, and they seemed to revel in them, noses up in the air.

���Are you guys…um…close?” Chloe eventually asked, hoping her voice wouldn’t give away the fact that she already knew the answer to the question.

Ella and Iracebeth shared a looked and laughed like they knew something the others didn’t. But Chloe could see the pain that had seeped into her mother’s features.

“It’s…complicated,” Iracebeth said, and Red couldn’t help but notice the slight sadness in her voice, something she’d never heard before.

“Come on girls, let’s grab something from the buffet tables before it’s all gone,” Faye said.

But before they could get up numerous shrieks and screams broke out all over the dining hall.

“What’s happening?” Red asked, suddenly on alert.

The screams got louder with each passing second and there were several students on their feet as well.

“They must be back,” Iracebeth said, sinking a fork down into her plate.

“Who?” Chloe craned her neck, only to see a group of boys walking in, all wearing what looked like Knight’s armour, holding their helmets under their arms.

“The Knight Ball team. They travelled for an away match and they just got back,” Faye explained. “It’s a big deal.”

“They’re acting like they just slayed a Jabberwocky or something,” Red muttered.

“You know what those are?”

“Uh…my aunt told me,” Red avoided Iracebeth’s look, turning to face the front of the dining hall where the team were still receiving a warm welcome.

“That one over there,” Faye pointed at a tall, handsome boy with golden-brown hair who had a red band across the sleeve of his armour. “That’s King Arthur.”

“Like…sword in the stone, Excalibur Arthur?” Chloe asked, eyes widening.

Faye nodded. “Merlin wanted him to attend school for a few years before officially ascending the throne as King. He’s the captain of the team.”

“Oh, wow.”

“My cousin’s on the team too,” Faye said, beaming with pride. “Oh look, here he comes now.”

Sure enough, a long-legged boy with wavy, jet-black hair was jogging up to their table, a wide, flawless smile on his face.

Red turned back, only to see Iracebeth’s face flushing with colour.

“Hey, cuz. Hey, Ella,” the boy said once he got to their table, his voice supriingly deep. “Whew…let me catch my breath for a sec.”

He bent over, clutching his helmet before using one hand to lift his mop of hair, staring straight ahead of him with a smirk. “Hey, Ira-Bridget,” he said.

Alarm bells rang in Red’s head as her mother’s lip twitched with a smile she was obviously trying to hide. “Hey, Thornbush.”

“Boy, I love it when you distort my name, Red,” he said, standing upright and wiping sweat off his forehead, his eyes still fixed on Iracebeth.

Red’s head was swimming, thoughts popping out at a speed faster than she could reason them out.

“Hey, ball boy, meet Scarlett and Cate, new students. Girls, meet my cousin, Thorne.”

Suddenly the rushing wave of thoughts in Red’s head stopped and her heart skipped almost a few beats too many.

“Charmed, ladies,” Thorne said, taking turns to shake both their hands. “Welcome to our school.”

“Thanks,” Chloe said, returning his smile. “Good game?”

“Oh yeah, we crushed them as usual.” He looked directly at Iracebeth again. “Wish you could’ve seen it.”

Iracebeth tilted her head and opened her mouth to reply him, but before she could do that, she noticed a slim pair of pale fingers wrapped around Thorne’s armour-covered waist from behind.

“I’m so proud of you, Thorney,” Mirana said in a purr-like tone, revealing herself from where she was standing behind him.

“Oh, thanks, Mirana,” he said politely, gently removing her hands from his waist.

Mirana gripped onto his hands with her own, giggling under her breath and tossing her perfectly coiffed electric white hair over her shoulder.

“You know, Arthur, Philip and Florian are all at our table. Why don’t you join us?”

“Nah, I think I’m just gonna grab a plate to-go and head up to my room.”

“Okay, well, there might be a party happening later behind Fairy Dust. You know you’re invited.”

“Yeah, thanks. But I’m really, really tired. I just came to say hi to my cousin and friends.”

“I see.” Mirana cast a side glance at the girls, offering them a general tight-lipped smile before facing Thorne again, dropping his hands from hers so she could move in closer to him. “Well, you should get some rest. And if you feel better in a few hours, you know where to find me.”

She stood on her tip-toes, circled her arms round his neck and planted a kiss on his cheek in one fluid motion before letting him go and walking away with a hair toss.

Thorne attempted to wipe off the print of Mirana’s kiss from his cheek but her lipstick refused to budge, leaving  very obvious proof of her action.

“Great,” he muttered to himself, rolling his eyes.

He looked sideways, only to see Iracebeth poking holes in the meat on her plate.

He was at her side before he could stop himself crouching down beside her.

“I didn’t know she was gonna do all that,” he started saying, his voice low.

“It’s no problem, Thorne. You’re free to do what you want,” she replied at the same volume.

Red watched them as they conversed, her breathing better regulated than it was before.

Her mum and…..her dad.

For the first time in all her life she had a clear image of who her father was.

Granted, she had never really given much thought to the concept of having a father when she was younger. It was just her, her mum, the Hatter and Maddox, and so she assumed it took just one person to make a child, until she noticed all the complete families in the kingdom and asked Maddox about it.

She had tried several times to imagine what he would have looked like or sounded like, but after a while, she abandoned the whole idea.

And now, here he was with her mother.

“But-“ Thorne argued.

“-It’s fine,” Iracebeth said. “Get something to eat and go rest. You’ve had a long day. We’ll talk another time, okay?”

Thorne got up as she sipped from her glass of water.

“I’ll leave you guys to enjoy your dinner now. I’m in dire need of some chicken and a shower. Goodnight.”

The girls chorused their goodbyes as he left their table.

“So, is Thorne your cousin from your mum or dad’s side?” Chloe asked Faye after they’d gotten their food and were seated back at the table again.

“Neither,” Faye said, using a knife and cutting up her food into bite-sized chunks.

“Oh?”

“His mother abandoned him in the forest, and Nanny, the head of my fairy school, adopted him. He basically grew up in the school around us, and when we did the exchange program, he followed Maleficent and I here.”

Chloe stopped chewing. “Maleficent is in this school too?” she asked, covering her mouth as she talked over the food in it.

Red scoffed. “Now look who’s got table manners.”

“Yes, Maleficent attends this school. You must’ve heard of the whole christening incident with Princess Aurora.”

“Yeah, I… heard of that.”

“No need to be worried,” Ella said. “She barely attends classes anyway; always off with that boyfriend of hers, Aidoneus…or is it Hades?. I don’t know, but I heard he’s Greek.”

“Not just Greek,” Iracebeth added. “A Greek god. And not just that he’s attractive. He’s an actual deity.”

“Like I said, Merlin accepts everyone.”

Red raised her water glass to her lips and looked round the dining hall in the process, catching sight of Mirana whispering rapidly to Ella’s step-sisters, an angry look on her face.

That couldn’t be good.

She kept her eyes on them, frowning when they all stood up and starting making their way across to the table.

Ella noticed them too, the colour draining from her face and her jaw working as she ground her teeth.

“Ella!” Drizella called sharply once she was close enough, swishing her bob.

Ella didn’t reply, gripping the fork in her hand till her knuckles went pale.

“Ella!” Anastasia added, her voice shrill, making other students around them stop and stare.

“Or maybe we should call you Cinder-ella,” Drizella taunted.

This made Ella stand and walk up to them.

She lifted her head and answered gently. “Yes?”

“It seems all the dust you sweep must’ve clogged up your ears, huh, peasant?”

“Hey, it’s against school rules to use those sort of words on other students,” Faye spoke up, giving Anastasia a hard glare.

The girl rolled her hazel eyes. “And who’s gonna tell the wizard?”

“Maybe I will-“

“-and I’ll tell him everything I know about you and that voodoo boy,” Mirana cut in. “Back off, Faye!”

“It’s okay, Faye,” Ella said, giving her a small, grateful smile before turning back to her step-sisters. “What do you guys want?”

“The outfits we’re wearing for tonight’s party aren’t completely perfect yet. You need to go steam them,” Anastasia said, observing her nails.

“In fact, I think they got a little dirty when we were bringing them out. Have them washed, dried and then steam them,” Drizella added.

“B-but the laundry rooms close in…” she looked at a clock on the wall. “15 minutes!”

“Well, you better hurry up. We need those clothes for tonight. You wouldn’t want us to inform mother, would you?”

Ella gulped. Her step-mother gave her a clear warning each time they left home to come to school ; one word of complaint and she’d return to the house to spend her whole life as a maid for the three of them, locked up in the attic.

“I’ll get right on it,” she replied demurely, eyes downcast.

“Good. You’ll find the clothes on our beds.”

The twins looked triumphant as Ella picked up her purse and walked away, leaving the dining hall .

Mirana also had a smug look on her face as she went round to meet her sister.

She bent slowly and whispered directly in her ears. “I thought I told you already; if you get in the way of Thorne and I, your little friend gets it. And if you so much as think about helping her, I’ll personally send a letter to Lady Tremaine.”

With a smile, she stood upright and flipped her hair.

“Enjoy your meal, ladies,” she quipped, walking away.

None of the other girls heard what Mirana said to her sister, but the general mood of the table was dampened.

“I, uh, I think I’m full,” Iracebeth said, pushing her chair away from the table. “Must’ve been the cookies.”

She stood up and gathered her things.

“It was amazing meeting you two,” she said, smiling sweetly at Red and Chloe. “I’ll see you all tomorrow. Good night.”

Red and Chloe shared a look as she walked away.

“I’m going to get some more sauce,” Faye said, getting up and leaving as well.

“There’s something going on between my mum and her sister, and it’s not good,” Red said immediately Faye was out of earshot.

“So, you think she’s the one behind the prank?”

“I can’t say just yet. I mean, it could just be a regular sister quarrel, y’know? Not exactly worth scarring a girl so bad she becomes a tyrant.”

“Yeah, you’re right. We’ll observe their dynamic and get more information tomorrow.”

Red nodded, pursing her lips.

Tomorrow, the real work began.

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