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[cakesunflower]

lovelorn (and nobody knows) [rafe cameron au fic] chapter 15

Summary: Isla Carrera had planned for the summer before college to be focused on three things: helping out at her family’s restaurant (the helpful daughter), preparing for college (the good student), and having fun with the Pogues (the loyal friend). But one fateful night, where her car breaks down and her rescuer is none other than Rafe Cameron, seems to send her summer down a path she didn’t see coming–one teeming with a secret, illicit romance with the last person she expected. And if her friends and sister found out, Isla isn’t sure they’ll be so understanding, no matter what her feelings are.

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14

A/N: Oooof, this one is a long one. Over 8.6k words--and I had a damn good time writing it! Happy reading!

Isla wakes up to her phone buzzing next to her head. She slowly blinks her eyes awake, inhaling sharply as she presses her face to the pillow for a moment, but her phone keeps vibrating. As she wakes, Isla glances over her shoulder to see Kie fast asleep next to her, moonlight beaming in through the window of the Chateau. It’s quiet, save for the cicadas that are chirping outside, because everyone else is asleep.

They all decided to crash at John B’s for the night, since Big John is away visiting his brother. So JJ is snoring on the couch, Kie and Isla are sharing the bed in the main room, Pope and Cleo sharing the bed in one room, while John B and Sarah are in the other. Isla groans softly, quietly, as she picks up her phone and blinks a couple of times when she sees Rafe is calling her.

The time reads 2:37AM; they had gotten back from the party about an hour ago, as it had ended just a little bit after that shitshow with Topper. Isla and her friends almost immediately crashed when they got back, so she didn’t expect Rafe to be calling her at this time, especially since he knows she’s spending the night here.

Double checking that her sister is asleep, Isla answers the call with a whispered, “Hello? Is everything okay?”

Rafe chuckles lowly on the other end. “Everything’s fine, baby,” he answers just as quietly. “Can you come outside?”

Isla’s eyes widen as she sits up. Kie sleeps soundly and, on the other side of the room, JJ is snoring away. “You’re here?” she hisses, heart thudding.

“Yeah,” he says, amusement dancing in his voice. “Come out.”

A huff of a surprised breath escapes Isla as she pushes the sheet covering her body away. “Give me two minutes,” she says before ending the call with a bewildered shake of her head.

Her pulse quickens as she puts on her socks and shoves her feet into her sneakers. Her linen shorts and tank she had changed into to sleep in aren’t going to keep her warm outside, so she grabs one of the sweatshirts that is draped over one of the chairs. Isla puts it on and by the smell of it—woodsy and subtly of weed—she knows it’s JJ’s as she puts her phone in the front pocket of the hoodie and untucks her hair from the collar, making her way down the hall to the front door.

She keeps nervously glancing back to make sure everyone is still asleep, unaware of what she’s doing. Her steps are careful, gritting her teeth if one wrong step makes the floorboards creak under her weight. Chewing on her bottom lip, Isla moves quietly and quickly, opening the front door and stepping outside, one hand tight around the door knob and the other pressing to the door as she closes it behind her.

As expected, the night air, this close to the water, is chilly as goosebumps break across her exposed legs, JJ’s sweatshirt only ending around her midthigh where her shorts end. “God, Rafe,” she mutters under her breath because of the cold, walking towards the driveway.

Her gaze darts, feeling slightly crept out at how dark it is outside, since it’s the middle of the night. Eyebrows furrowing, she tries to spot him as she walks, only spotting the Twinkie, her own car, JJ’s bike, and Pope’s dad’s truck. “Rafe?” Isla whispers, arms crossed over her chest as she looks around. “Where are you?” she asks, walking past by John B’s van.

An arm hooks around her waist, and a gasp escapes Isla as she’s spun around until her back is pressing to the side of Twinkie hidden from the view of the Chateau. Heart thundering, her eyes widen as she stares up at Rafe, his own hood up and covering the baseball cap he wears. “Hi, honey,” he greets quietly, and if her heart wasn’t thundering from the shock, she would totally melt at the new term of endearment.

“Are you insane?” Isla whispers sharply, her body between the wall of the Twinkie and Rafe as her hands grip the thick material of his hoodie. “What are you doing here?”

Rafe chuckles, not at all looking panicked that he’s in enemy territory, per se. Hell, he’s in John B’s driveway—it doesn’t get deeper Pogue territory than that. “Wanted to make sure you were okay,” Rafe murmurs, his own hands on her waist. “After, y’know—”

“After Topper was being a raging asshole? Again?” Isla supplies with an arch of her eyebrow.

Rafe exhales slowly, conflict in his eyes. “He said John B threw the first punch.”

Isla blinks at him. “Yeah. . . After Topper called Sarah a whore,” she slowly explains, and she sees as her words register for Rafe, the frown disappearing and smoothening out into a cold, hardened stare. Isla sighs, the hackles that had slightly risen when it sounded like Rafe was coming to Topper’s defense relaxing. “Topper was going off, again, about how Sarah left him for John B. It’s crazy, Rafe. And tonight, what? Was he going to hit Kie?”

“No, he wasn’t,” Rafe denies with a shake of his head, but Isla isn’t convinced.

“Are you sure about that? The look on his face said otherwise,” Isla says, exhaling sharply as she recalls tonight’s events. That threatening step Topper had taken towards Kie was menacing and purposeful, and if God forbid he did what Isla feared, it would be over for Topper. Especially in front of that many witnesses.

“He wouldn’t have had the chance to do anything like that,” Rafe reassures, his hand rising and placing reassuringly at the side of Isla’s neck. His touch is warm, comforting. “I’m sure Maybank would’ve stopped him. And, for what it’s worth—” He dips his head to look her in the eye from under the brim of his cap. “I would never have let him get that far, either.”

It’s comforting, loosening some of the tightness in her chest, but Isla lets out another breath as she leans her head back against the Twinkie. “That’s your friend, Rafe,” she tells him quietly, unable to keep the slight furrow from appearing on her eyebrows. “Saying that shit about your sister. Have you thought about what I said? About having a serious fucking conversation with Topper about this? Because it’s getting out of hand.”

“I know, I know,” Rafe sighs, pulling off his hood to take off his cap, running his fingers through his hair and putting the cap back on backwards. “I’ve brought it up with him, alright? Today, actually, before the party. He doesn’t listen, so what am I supposed to do?”

Isla’s lip curls, still frowning. “Punch him,” she deadpans and Rafe shoots her a mildly exasperated look. Isla’s eyebrows rise, eyes widening in question. “What? I’m serious. At this point, he deserves it.” When Rafe’s jaw feathers, Isla straightens, giving the drawstring of his hoodie a tug as her forehead creases. “Come on. You’re gonna stand here and tell me you’re okay with him calling Sarah a whore?”

“No, of course not,” Rafe answers instantly, frowning like the mere thought angered him. “Believe me, I do want to punch him for that.”

Isla blows out a breath because suddenly there’s a discomfort in her chest. Throat working, she says quietly, “It shouldn’t be this difficult for you to defend your sister against your friend. Especially when that friend has been hurting her with the shit he’s been saying and doing over the last year.” Rafe’s gaze flickers to meet hers, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I know it’d go a long way with Sarah if you defended her against Topper. And I mean. . .” Isla exhales slowly through her nose again, wrapping the drawstring around her finger to tug him closer. Rafe sways towards her in answer. “Do you really want someone like that as a friend, Rafe?”

Rafe’s gaze drops, biting the corner of his lip Isla watches him expectantly, hopefully. “No,” he finally answers. “No, I don’t.”

“No,” Isla agrees with a gentle smile, letting go of the drawstring and winding her arms around his neck. Blue eyes, moonlight dancing in them, meet her green ones, and one of her hands cups his cheek. “Because you’re a better person than that, Rafe. I just wish you would show everyone else what I already know.”

Something flares in his eyes as he looks at her, his throat working. She doesn’t shy away from his gaze, eyes locked as she lets him bask in her truth. A slow but long breath escapes Rafe. “Did you ever think, a few months ago, that you’d be saying those words about me?” he asks quietly, gaze dipping briefly. “’Cause I never thought I’d need to hear you say those words until you did.”

A breathless chuckle escapes Isla at that, because he’s right. A few months ago, she definitely didn’t think she would even consider Rafe a good guy, but a lot has changed. She’s seen a softer, sweeter side of him, and that makes all the difference.

“I got your back,” Isla tells him. “Just like you had my back at the party,” she adds with a smile, pushing herself up on her toes and tilting her chin to indicate what she wants.

Rafe is quick to pick up on it and oblige, bending the rest of the way to press his lips to hers. She melts into the kiss she’s been craving since the moment she saw him at the party, arms around his neck tightening to keep him close as his own hands slide under her sweatshirt to settle on her hips. 

He tastes like mint gum and that familiar taste that’s just him, her pulse going crazy as always as Rafe groans quietly into the kiss when Isla teasingly nips at his bottom lip. His tongue slides with hers, deepening the kiss, and Isla feels it throbbing between her legs. Not the best time to get this horny. She feels his hands slide down further until they’re gripping the hem of the sweatshirt. “Mm, whose sweatshirt are you wearing?” Rafe mumbles against her lips.

“Uh. . .” Isla trails off with a chuckle, still pressed closely to him before admitting with a guilty smile, “JJ’s.”

He instantly cuts the kiss upon hearing that and Isla groans, eyes squeezing shut knowingly before she opens them to catch sight of his frown. And she would have thought he was genuinely angry if it weren’t for the pout that puckers his lips as he frowns down at the light blue hoodie she’s wearing. “You’re joking,” he says blankly, frowning at the hoodie in a way that has Isla biting back a grin. “You’re out here, making out with me at three in the morning wearing another guy’s hoodie?”

Isla grins, biting down on her bottom lip. “Are you jealous?” she asks giddily, wiggling her eyebrows. 

Rafe sends her another deadpanned look. “You’re wearing another dude’s hoodie. Why wouldn’t I be jealous?” Scoffing, he pulls back slightly and reaches for the hem of his own hoodie. “Here, wear this—”

“Stop, stop,” Isla laughs, eyes widening and grabbing his hands to keep him from taking the hoodie off. “What are you doing? I can’t wear your hoodie.”

He frowns, the adorable pout returning. “Why the hell not?”

“Because the others might notice!” Isla reminds him with a laugh. “Especially Sarah, if she recognizes it as yours.”

Rafe huffs out a heavy breath, stopping from taking the hoodie off with a slump of his shoulders. It’s adorable, making Isla grin, and Rafe watches her as his hand reaches up to gently cup her jaw, and the breath hitches in her throat when his thumb brushes along her bottom lip, giving it a downwards tug as her eyes remain locked on his.

“That smile, man,” Rafe murmurs, seemingly more to himself than her as his gaze dips to her mouth. “Makes me crazy.”

He says those last three words while leaning back in, emphasizing his point by kissing her once more, his thumb shifting down to her chin while keeping his grip light but firm on her jaw. Isla easily opens her lips under his, welcoming his tongue once more. His kiss, the proximity, easily warms her from the night chill, Isla’s arms around his neck tightening to push herself closer into him. 

God, she loves kissing him, loves being this close. Sneaking around behind everyone else’s backs has its own thrill, but Isla finds herself yearning for the day when she can simply hold his hand publicly. For now, though, she revels in being pressed against the Twinkie, the chirping of cicadas drowned out by her thundering heart and quiet whimpers that escape her as Rafe’s fingers sneak up under her hoodie and tease the band of her shorts. 

“Gonna let me have a taste?” he asks against her lips.

Isla’s pulse skitters. “Right now? Here?” she asks breathlessly, and he hums in affirmative.

It’s not like anybody can see them, whether they’re around or not. The Twinkie conceals them, and behind Rafe is a lot of brush and bushes that hide them from anyone’s would-be view if they happened to pass by. But it’s three in the morning, so the likelihood of that happening is slim.

But while the idea of Rafe getting down on his knees is exciting, Isla has a better one.

“No,” she answers, and Rafe pulls back enough to look down at her. A mischievous smile grows on her lips as she says, “But you’re gonna let me have a taste.”

Her fingers slip under the band of his sweatpants at her words, and she takes great satisfaction at the realization that dawns on him, his lips parting as he watches her slowly sink onto her knees, her gaze never leaving his as she does so. Isla’s heart thunders as she pulls his pants and underwear down at once, but before her knees can touch the ground, Rafe stops her.

“Wait,” he says, hand on her elbow and pants midway around his thighs. Isla watches as he takes off his sweatshirt and her chest warms when he places it on the ground before nodding at it. “Don’t want your knees to get scraped.”

She smiles, the gesture so sweet and gentlemanly, despite the wicked circumstances. “I wouldn’t have minded,” she hums, but finally lets her knees touch the ground, the thick material of his hoodie softening the otherwise hardened ground for her. 

Isla pulls his pants down the rest of the way, rolling her bottom lip into her mouth and digging her teeth into it at the sight of his hardened cock staring at her right in the face. Her mouth instantly waters, her hand wrapping around his length and feeling him shudder at the contact before his jaw clenches, looking down and watching her every move so intently, like wouldn’t dare miss a single thing.

Isla gives him a few slow, sensual pumps, the size of him so perfect in her grasp that she has to stop herself from putting her mouth on him right away. Instead, looking up at him through her eyelashes, Isla licks him from base to tip and Rafe shudders above her, one of his hands finding the back of her head so his fingers can thread through her hair. His grip only tightens when Isla finally wraps her lips around his tip, slowly taking him in deeper and deeper and moaning at the heaviness of him on her tongue, her hand pumping what she can’t fit in her mouth.

“Shit,” Rafe groans and Isla hums at the taste of him, watching with pure satisfaction when he leans forward and slams his free hand against the side of the van. His head ducks down to watch her, curtain bangs tucked inside his cap.

She bobs her head up and down his length, hand pumping in tandem, and drinking in every sound that escapes Rafe in response to her actions. Isla forgets about how risky this is, how insane, knowing her friends are asleep in the house on the other side of the van. Her other hand slides up his leg, gripping the side of his thigh as she takes him in again, hollowing her cheeks to let him slide in a little deeper.

Isla’s thighs clench when Rafe’s fingers tighten in her hair, and if she could, she’d smirk when his hips lightly thrust forward and he hits the back of her throat. Tears burn the corners of Isla’s eyes, but she never pauses, never stops her ministrations as she pulls back so her tongue can tease the slit at the tip of his cock.

“Fucking hell, Isla,” Rafe groans quietly, his neck tensing with restraint and his grip in her hair tight. His lips are parted, his breathing ragged as he grunts, “You’re taking me so well.” She licks the length of him. “That mouth was made for me, wasn’t it?”

His words send goosebumps rising on Isla’s skin despite the liquid fire pouring through her veins, moaning in response since her mouth is otherwise occupied. This definitely wasn’t how she saw her night going, but with every gentle thrust of Rafe’s hips and the low murmurs of praise falling from his lips, the tightening of his fingers in her hair, Isla doesn’t want to be anywhere else.

“So good, baby, so good, fuck—” Rafe’s grunts are cut off when she feels his body tense, and she knows that he’s close. 

He comes undone with that warning, his cock twitching in Isla’s mouth before she can taste his release, swallowing everything he’s giving her. Hot, heady, a little salty, Isla moans at the taste of him before slowly pulling off his cock, her gaze flickering up to watch him catch his breath, his breathing labored as a thin string of saliva connects from her lips to the tip of his lock. 

It breaks when she licks her lips and Rafe exhales sharply, eyes opening to stare down at her dazedly with slightly widened, glazed over eyes. “Holy shit,” he rasps, and Isla wonders if his heart is pounding as wildly as hers is as both of his hands cup her jaw. “C’mere,” he murmurs, pulling her up to her feet and pressing his lips to hers in a frenzied kiss.

Rafe groans when their tongues meet, no doubt tasting himself as Isla’s hands gently grip his wrists, coming into contact with his beaded bracelets as she kisses him eagerly. He presses her against the van, muttering into the kiss, “You make it real fucking hard to walk away from you every time.”

Isla laughs breathlessly, lips against his in a grin. For some reason, her thoughts flicker back to the party, and she finds herself scoffing. “Next time Danielle Greggs—or any girl—flirts with you, you keep this in mind.”

Rafe pulls back slightly to look down at her, amusement dancing in those blue eyes as he arches an eyebrow. A slow grin spreads across his face, teasing. “Is my girl jealous?”

She scoffs with a roll of her eyes, despite the wild fluttering of her heart when he calls her my girl. Isla could definitely get used to that. “No one knows we’re together, so girls think you’re fair game to flirt with. Have you seen yourself?” She quirks an eyebrow. “Of course I’m jealous.”

She’s not too proud to not admit that, Isla realizes in that moment. Truth is, she hated seeing another girl flirt with Rafe, even though he put an end to it. Jealousy knows no logic, it turns out, and it had burned deeply in Isla’s chest before shit hit the fan with Topper.

When Isla peeks a look up at Rafe, she sees the playfulness slowly leave his features before understanding settles, his smile fading into a sweeter expression. “Isla,” Rafe says, his voice gentler than she’s ever heard it as he uses his tender grasp on her face to tilt her head up, forcing her to fully look him in the eye. There’s a softness in those blue irises that has her melting. “You have nothing to be jealous about, baby. Whether we keep this a secret or not, you’re the only one I want. Okay?”

The sincerity in his voice is reassuring, even though Isla didn’t doubt him in the first place. Jealousy is never logical, almost always stemming from insecurities that she didn’t know she had until they cropped up. And with Rafe. . . He’s easily one of—if not the most—handsome guy in Kildare, and Isla’s jealous and possessive side wants to tell everyone that he’s her boyfriend. But before she can do any of that, she needs to find the courage to tell her friends about this relationship. And if this jealousy keeps coming back, it’ll happen sooner rather than later.

“Okay,” Isla finally nods, sounding a little breathless. Her gaze flickers down before she smiles and says, “Pull your pants back up before a mosquito bites your ass.”

Rafe snorts out a laugh, making her grin as he does as she says, her cheeks flushing as she watches him tuck himself back inside his underwear before pulling his pants up all the way. When he straightens, Rafe takes a look at her and she arches her eyebrows in silent question, and he lets out a breathy chuckle before his hands reach forward and he fixes her hair, maybe from when he tousled it when she was on her knees for him.

“You should get back inside, go to bed,” he tells her, head tilting as he smiles at her. “We’ll plan a date soon, yeah?”

Isla grins. “Are you gonna finally take me to Sutton’s?”

Rafe laughs. “If that’s where you wanna go, then we’ll do it.”

“Hell yeah. Been dying to try their burgers,” she says, bending down to pick up his sweatshirt. She dusts it off, getting rid of any dirt or leaves stuck to it, before holding it out to him. “We’ll find a day to sneak away,” Isla adds, rising up on the tips of her toes to press a quick kiss to his lips. “Now, go. Text me when you get home, alright?”

He pulls back, holding the hoodie to his chest. “Yes, ma’am,” he replies. “Goodnight.”

Isla’s smile might ache her cheeks. “Goodnight.”

Two minutes later, she is sliding back into bed next to her sleeping sister, her friends none the wiser as Isla falls asleep with a smile on her face.

*****

“I think Teresa was punishing us today,” Kie groans, rolling her shoulders as she and Isla walk out of the studio where their barre class was being held. They don’t attend that often, especially since Kie hates coming to the country club, but occasionally Isla is successful in dragging her sister along for some quality time spent sweating and working out.

Safe to say, they’re sore after today’s session.

“Probably,” Isla chuckles breathily. Her gaze wanders down the hall towards the patio dining area. “Wanna eat before we head out?”

Kie follows her gaze and Isla sees the mild distaste on her features, which doesn’t surprise her because Kie would rather stick a fork in her eye than spend any more time surrounded by Kooks. But then her expression shifts and she says, “You know what, sure. Let’s go.”

Isla’s eyebrows flicker up, surprised at her sister’s quick agreement. But when they get to the patio and get seated in JJ’s section, she understands it’s to see him. “Well, look who it is,” he greets them with a grin, walking over with a jug of water. “My favorite Kooks.”

“Kooks?” Isla and Kie repeat simultaneously, both giving him a what the fuck? kind of expression.

“My bad,” JJ snickers, pouring them water. “Kooks-turned-Pogues,” he corrects while putting down the menus for them. He leans down to Kie’s ear—Isla definitely notes the way Kie tenses up ever so slightly, the flush on her cheeks from JJ’s proximity, no doubt, and not the work out they just had—but speaks loudly enough for Isla to hear as well. “You two might be the only table whose food I don’t spit in.”

Isla’s eyes widen as she reaches for the menu, gaping at him in horror while Kie’s face scrunches. “Please tell me you don’t actually spit in people’s food, JJ,” Isla hisses, leaning forward on the table.

His grin is wide, dimpled, and shit-eating. “You can’t prove whether I do or don’t,” he cheekily responds. “Y’all want anything else to drink?”

Isla and Kie order Cokes and he goes off to get them, leaving them to shake their heads at him while looking over the menu. “I’m surprised he didn’t make any more comments about us eating here,” Kie remarks as she opens the leather menu as well.

Isla arches an eyebrow over the menu. “The Kooks comment wasn’t bad enough?” she snorts, picking up the glass to take a sip. As she does, her gaze catches sight of some people being seated a few tables away, and after swallowing her sip of water, Isla exhales sharply through her nose. “God, he’s everywhere.”

“Who?” Kie asks, turning in her seat. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she mutters when she, too, catches sight of Topper sitting with Kelce and a girl named Ruthie that Isla absolutely hates. “He’s like a damn cockroach.”

“And no surprise he’s hanging out with fucking Ruthie,” Isla sneers, unwanted memories of when she was eight years old playing through her head. At the park with her parents and sister, coming across Ruthie who was as much of a bitch at ten years old as she is now. She had, very purposefully despite what she and her mom claim, put gum in Isla’s hair that resulted in a hideous haircut, her hair being chopped off just barely above her shoulders. And for Isla, who loves to keep her hair long, that had been a nightmare.

“Assholes attract assholes,” Kie says, turning back to face Isla with a scrunch of her nose.

Isla lets out a breath. “I just hope they’re not sitting—never mind,” she finishes with a purse of her lips, watching as JJ walks back out onto the patio, water jug in hand and his expression flattening into an irritated stare as he approaches Topper’s table. Not at all looking thrilled to be serving them. “He’s definitely gonna spit in their food,” Isla whispers to Kie, eyes widening slightly.

Kie’s lip curls. “I support it.”

Isla watches JJ pour water for them, sitting too far from them to actually hear anything being said if it is, but Isla recognizes the way JJ is carrying himself; tense, rigid, defensive. He goes back inside before reappearing seconds later, two glasses of Coke on a tray that he brings right over to her and Kie.

“I seriously don’t think I have the patience to work in Kooklandia,” JJ mutters as he puts down their glasses in front of them. 

“Are they saying anything?” Kie asks as JJ pulls out a notepad and pen from the pocket of his pants.

He scoffs. “No, but it’s only a matter of time, I’m thinking.” He gestures to their menus. “Anyway, you two know what you want?”

They place their orders with JJ, and right before he turns to go, Kie’s hand reaches out. “Hey.” Isla raises her eyebrows slightly when Kie’s hand wraps around JJ’s wrist, effectively stopping him in place. And Isla suddenly feels she’s intruding on something when she catches the way Kie and JJ look at each other in that moment, biting back a smile that she hides by wrapping her lips around the straw and sipping on her Coke. “Don’t do anything stupid, okay? Ignore them when you can.”

Oh, she definitely squeezed JJ’s wrist before letting go. JJ nods at Kie, his stare lingering on her before he turns to go. Isla arches an eyebrow at Kie, who slowly meets her gaze like she can already sense the smirk on Isla’s face. “Don’t give me that look.”

Isla laughs, shaking her head. “Only a matter of time,” she sing-songs, her laugh returning when Kie kicks her shin under the table.

But Isla believes what she said. It’s pretty obvious that Kie and JJ are pulling closer to one another lately, and while Isla isn’t going to butt in, she wishes that the two of them would stop being so hesitant and just confess their feelings. Though, she knows JJ has never been in any kind of relationship before, so maybe his hesitation comes from that—in addition to the fact that Kie is one of his best friends. They’d be putting their friendship at stake, but Isla has a good feeling that it’d be worth it in the end.

“Did Sarah talk to you about planning John B’s birthday?” Kie asks as they wait on their food, and Isla is glad her sister is striking up a conversation. At least it will keep Kie from glaring in distaste at the people around them. Isla knows well that Kie doesn’t like sticking around here for any longer than she needs to. But Isla was starving, and the dining area was right there for the club’s restaurant when they left the studio, and she wasn’t in the mood to wait.

Isla nods. “Yeah. She said that John B had hinted about just wanting to do dinner, right? Nothing big and fancy.”

“Yeah. I think she’s gonna have the guys distract John B for the day and we’re gonna set up dinner at the Chateau.”

“It’s a little risky, since we’re doing it at his house and he could come back home any minute.”

Kie arches her eyebrows, twisting her lips to the side. “Not if JJ and Pope do their jobs right,” she answers, to which Isla hums in agreement.

“I’ll drink to that,” she mutters before sipping her Coke again.

It’s not long until JJ brings their food out, promising them with a wink that he didn’t spit in their dishes before going off to wait on other tables. More than once, Isla catches Kie’s gaze following JJ as he moves around his section, but Isla doesn’t comment on it, instead busying herself by eating her grilled chicken sandwich instead of teasing her sister on her obvious crush.

Only when Isla is finishing off her fries does she notice JJ had returned to Topper’s table—and is having a seemingly intense conversation with him. The jug of water is in JJ’s hand as he scowls down at Topper and, from what Isla can see, Kelce and Ruthie are smirking at whatever Topper is saying, and then—

“Oh, no—” Isla’s eyes widen as she sits up, a gasp stuck in her throat as Kie turns around in time to follow her gaze and catch sight of JJ emptying the water jug over Topper’s head. 

“Oh, shit,” Kie curses, both of them pushing up from their chairs as all eyes go to the other table, murmurs rising as Topper shoots up from his own chair, more or less soaked.

“What the fuck, man!” he shouts, arms up as he looks down at himself while JJ smirks, uncaring that Kelce is also up on his feet while Ruthie stares in contemptuous shock, as though wondering where JJ got the audacity.

But, frankly, Isla doesn’t give a shit about Ruthie right now. Instead, she watches as Kie rushes forward, getting in between JJ and Topper in the blink of an eye. “Stop! Stop,” she exclaims, pushing JJ back and turning to face Topper. “Back off.”

“Me?” Topper says loudly and Isla’s jaw clenches, gaze flickering to see people whispering and murmuring, no doubt talking about JJ’s behavior. 

In a perfect world, JJ wouldn’t have done what he just did, but Isla knows JJ well enough to know he did it because he was provoked. There’s a number of things Topper could have said to have JJ emptying a jug of water on him—likely deserved—but Isla’s gaze flickers to where Gary, the manager, is rushing forward, and she knows right then and there that JJ lost his job.

“You’re a fucking psycho, you know that?” Topper says, shaking his head as he wipes his face with a napkin.

JJ tries to get to him, but Kie stays put, making him bump into her back. “Big talk coming from a guy still hooked on his ex who dumped his ass over a year ago,” JJ shoots back over Kie’s head, and Isla is unsurprised that this is about Sarah, her gaze connecting with Kie’s briefly knowingly. “Does it make you feel like a big man, Top, calling her all those things?”

Isla notes the way JJ’s skin is flushed, an obvious sign of his anger, and the way his blue eyes are narrowed, he’s seconds away from pummeling Topper. Quickly, Isla picks up her bag and pulls out her wallet, taking out enough bills to cover her and Kie’s lunch, leaving it on the table and grabbing Kie’s bag before rushing forward.

“Come on, JJ, he’s not worth it,” Isla says, widening her eyes slightly at Kie to get her to get JJ to back up. Enough of a scene has already been created and like Isla said, Topper isn’t worth it.

“She’s right, let’s go,” Kie says, turning to grab JJ’s arm, her other hand accepting her bag from Isla before pushing JJ towards the exit.

Isla can’t stop herself from muttering, “Asshole,” in Topper’s direction before following the others, the three of them quickly walking through the front entrance of the club and reaching the parking lot.

“I told y’all I couldn’t take it here anymore,” JJ laughed, the sound forced and angry as he grips his keys to his motorcycle, approaching it. “Topper was asking for it.”

“I’m sure he was,” Kie agrees, sharing a glance with Isla. “But did you have to get yourself fired?”

Isla runs her hands through her hair as JJ scoffs, giving Kie a look. “You really think I give a shit about being fired from this place? The less Kooks I have to see, the better. I’m fucking out,” he adds, swinging his leg over the motorcycle to sit and roaring the engine to life.

“Wait, I—” Kie steps towards him before halting, glancing over at Isla, and Isla sees the look in her sister’s eyes, the plea and question, and she knows what Kie is asking. So when Isla gives her a small smile and nod, Kie flashes her a quick, grateful smile before looking back at JJ. “Can I come with you?”

JJ pauses, looking back at her, and Isla can practically see the air charging between him and Kie before he nods at her with a half smile. “Hop on.”

Kie comfortably gets on the back of JJ’s motorcycle, her arms winding around his waist. JJ makes sure she’s on before looking at Isla to say, “We’ll see you at John B’s?”

Isla nods. “I’m gonna stop home first to shower, but yeah.” From her peripheral vision, she sees Topper storming outside, and she quickly says to JJ and Kie, “Go. I’ll see you later.”

They kick off, riding out of the club’s parking lot, and once they’re gone Isla spins around, Topper now approaching her. “You seriously don’t know when to quit, do you?” she asks, her irritation and anger reaching their breaking point. “Do you not get tired of getting embarrassed or something?”

The top of his white polo is soaked, a shade darker, and he pushed his wet hair back away from his angry mottled face. He looks more like a douche than usual. “What the hell do I have to be embarrassed about? He’s the one that just lost his job because he can’t keep himself in check,” he says, gesturing towards the parking lot exit JJ and Kie had just driven out of.

“Dude, get over it,” Isla says with a roll of her eyes, tone condescending. “Do you even realize how pathetic you look still mooning after Sarah? Newsflash, Top, she’s happy with John B.” And because she can’t help herself, she flashes him a snide grin and adds, “Way happier than she ever was with you.”

Fire burns in Topper’s eyes as he glares down at Isla, but she doesn’t cower, and meets his stare head on, defiantly. Vaguely, she hears a motorcycle in the distance, and hopes JJ and Kie didn’t come back for some reason. Topper’s jaw clenches before he says through gritted teeth, “Sooner or later, she’s gonna realize what a big mistake she made by dating a Pogue. She’ll come to her senses.”

An incredulous laugh escapes Isla, her eyes widening as she stares at him in disbelief. “Are you that stupid?” she asks, still laughing as Topper’s gaze narrows. “It’s not about the money or the Kook versus Pogue bullshit for Sarah. It’s about who the person is on the inside. John B is a good guy. And you—” Her gaze is patronizing as she gives Topper a once over, lip curling. “You’re an asshole, Topper. The sooner you realize you have no shot, the better it is for everyone.”

That anger on Topper’s face intensifies, but Isla still isn’t scared, per se, even if her pulse seems to quicken in warning. Still, though, Isla doesn’t regret her words, harsh or not. She’s getting sick of Topper harassing Sarah and John B just because his fragile ego got hurt. It’s been a year, and him pulling shit like this is getting old and, frankly, unhealthy. Isla just doesn’t know how many times Topper will need to be put in his place for the message to get through his thick skull.

“You know,” he starts, taking a step towards Isla, and then another, which makes her tense up. “I’m getting real tired of this bullshit name calling you and your friends seem to enjoy so much.”

Isla’s forehead creases, taking a step back, but Topper doesn’t stop. “Topper, back up,” she says firmly, gaze flickering between his cold stare and his feet that keep carrying him forward.

“Where the hell do you and your little Pogue friends get the audacity to talk to me like that, huh?” he demands, a sharp edge creeping into his voice as Isla stumbles off the sidewalk behind her, but Topper won’t stop.

Her pulse races, fear skittering through her for the first time, and instead of freezing, Isla grits her teeth and raises her hands. “I told you to back off!” she exclaims, hands roughly pushing at his chest and making him stumble a step or two back.

She exhales sharply, staring at him in incredulity as that chilling look of anger flashes across his face. Topper’s shoulders straighten, hands fisting at his sides. “Did you just put your hands on me?” he demands, walking towards her again, and this time his steps are purposeful and confrontational.

Isla gapes at him, alarm coursing through her because what the hell is he about to do? But before she can even think of a next move, a voice shouts, “Hey! Hey!” before a tall body appears in front of her, effectively obscuring her view from Topper.

Relief and surprise loosen Isla’s muscles when she sees Rafe towering in front of her, peeking around him to watch as he gives Topper a shove back. “What the hell, man? What were you doing?” he asks, and Isla recognizes the sharpness of his tone, the rigidness of his broad shoulders. One glance up at him from the side, and Isla sees the narrow eyed stare he’s giving Topper, like a predator stalking its prey.

“Nothing, man.” Topper has the audacity to laugh it off. “Don’t worry about it. This is between me and Isla,” he adds, gaze shifting to her and so obviously becoming a glare. Her jaw tightens in response.

“Topper, I saw you,” Rafe says and from the tightness of his voice, Isla can tell he’s doing his best to reign in the anger that makes the muscle in his jaw tick. His hands are fists at his sides, and Isla resists the urge to reach out and hold his hand, to calm him down. Head tilting slightly, he asks, “You were gonna put your hands on her?”

Topper scoffs, like the idea is ridiculous. Isla wants to punch him. “No, I wasn’t.”

“Really?” Rafe responds, taking a threatening step forward. Isla watches the way Topper’s gaze drops to Rafe’s feet before flickering back up, his forehead creasing. “Because I’m pretty sure you were gonna do the exact same thing the other night at the party with Kie. Before I pulled you back.”

Isla bites her cheek, forcing back the urge to grab the back of Rafe’s shirt, or to just touch him in some way. As grateful as she is for him stepping in, she doesn’t want him to get into it with Topper, either. She doesn’t give a shit what happens to Topper, but she sure as hell doesn’t want Topper swinging at Rafe.

“I—” Topper shakes his head, scoffing as he looks up at Rafe, since Isla’s boyfriend has a few inches on him. “Since when are you their damn protector? Why do you care?”

She knows it’s suspicious, Rafe coming in to defend her from his friend. It’s a situation that should never happen in the first place, but their secret relationship is bleeding into this, and honestly, Isla does not want Topper Thornton finding out about her and Rafe before any of her friends do.

Glancing at Rafe, she sees that muscle in his sharp jaw feathering for a moment before he says tightly to Topper, “They’re Sarah’s friends—so I care.” Good save; Isla almost nods approvingly but instead just presses her lips together and stares back at Topper, who looks almost confused at Rafe’s words. “The hell is your problem, man?”

“Her and her stupid friends are my problem!” Topper exclaims, pointing at Isla almost childishly. “Look at me, dude! I’m fucking soaked and it’s all because JJ can’t be kept in check.”

Indignation fires through Isla as she glares at Topper, stepping around Rafe to stand next to him. “Yeah, and why do you think he did that?” she demands, eyes narrowing at Topper. “Come on, Top. Tell Rafe what you said about Sarah.”

Isla can feel Rafe tense up, glancing up to see his eyes narrowing at Topper, who suddenly is clamping his mouth shut. “What did he say about Sarah?” Rafe asks her, but his glare is fixed on Topper.

Isla shrugs, arms crossing. “I don’t know. But it had to be nasty enough to set JJ off like that.” Jaw clenching, Isla takes a step back, pulse quick and emotions hot. “If I were you, I’d reconsider the kind of friends I keep. I wouldn’t even wanna be associated with someone who constantly talks shit about my sister,” she finishes, throwing Topper one last heated look before she turns to go.

As she does, her eyes quickly catch Rafe’s, and Isla’s chest constricts at the minute faltering of his expression, the hurt that flashes across his eyes. Her throat dries as she looks away and starts walking to where her car is parked. She didn’t mean to call out Rafe like that; her emotions just feel all over the place after confronting Topper like that, her heart pounding in her chest as she approaches her car and unlocks it.

It’s parked facing away from the entrance of the club, but as Isla settles in the driver’s seat and shuts the door, she looks up at the rearview mirror, adjusting it a bit until she catches Rafe and Topper’s reflection. Their heated discussion seems to continue and Isla chews on her bottom lip, knowing that she should apologize to Rafe. He had promised her that night, at the Chateau, that he would talk to Topper. It’s only been a day and a half and as far as Isla knows, Rafe hasn’t had the chance to talk to Topper yet. But as she narrows her eyes slightly to try and make out Topper’s expression, she sees the way he seems to blanche at whatever Rafe says to him. 

Isla’s heart thumps as Topper, after a moment, turns and heads back inside the country club. Chewing on her bottom lip, Isla debates starting her car and leaving, but then she sees Rafe turn and starts making his way to the parking lot—towards her. Swallowing, she makes sure the doors are unlocked and, a few seconds later, the passenger door opens and Rafe wordlessly slides into the seat, shutting the door. 

Her car, which smells like the watermelon scented air freshener, now carries hints of Rafe as he sits back in the seat, staring ahead. Isla does the same, a little ashamed to look at him. But the silence is deafening, and she breaks it by saying, “Thanks for stepping in.” 

“Of course,” Rafe answers quietly. “I’d. . . I’d do anything for you, Isla.”

The confession knocks the air out of her lungs, fills her with warmth as her head turns to look at him. But Rafe doesn’t quite meet her gaze, still staring ahead with a crease between his eyebrows, and Isla’s throat works knowingly. She shifts in her seat, facing him. “I didn’t mean to make that comment about your friendship with Topper. It just—it just came out. I’m sorry—”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Rafe cuts in. Isla sees the way his lips purse for a moment, like he’s trying to gather his thoughts. She gives him the time to do so. “You’re right. I don’t want to be friends with someone who talks about my sister like that. Or someone who got too close to you the way he did.”

Isla inhales slowly, nodding absently as she stares out the passenger door window, only able to see a silver Prius parked next to her. “I don’t know if he was gonna, like, do anything—”

“I would’ve killed him if he did.” Rafe looks at her, eyes steely and lips pressed tightly together. “If he ever put his hands on you or Sarah then, I swear to God, he’d be unrecognizable when I’d be done with him.”

Part of Isla knows she should be discouraging that violent course of action, but when she looks into Rafe’s eyes, all she sees is a determined sense of protectiveness. The muscle in his jaw jumps repeatedly, his gaze boring into hers, and Isla’s heart climbs up to her throat as her stomach comes to life with the butterflies that flutter wildly. She feels safe with him and the blissful realization of that is too much. Her pulse quickens, an overwhelming tide of emotions washing through her, and Isla reaches forward to grasp the back of his head before pulling him to her. 

She sees the surprise quickly flash across his face, but it’s gone just as fast when she presses her lips to Rafe’s, kissing him soundly. Rafe groans into the kiss, the sound making Isla’s thighs clench as her hand slides down to grip the front of his shirt, while Rafe’s hand comes up and grips her chin, thumb on one side of her jaw and the rest of his fingers on the other. As though he wants to feel her moving as she kisses him, lips parting to slide her tongue along his slowly, deliberately, while he tilts her head just so, positioning her just the way he likes.

Too soon, they need to pull back to catch some air, but their slightly labored breathing disrupts the silence of Isla’s car. Her heart pounds against her chest as Rafe presses his forehead to hers, and with her eyes still closed, Isla smiles and murmurs, “Seems like you’re always coming to my rescue lately.”

A quiet chuckle escapes Rafe, his breath ghosting over her lips. His grip loosens on her chin so he can cup her cheek, Isla leaning into his warm touch. “You’re my girl. I’ve got your back.”

Isla’s cheeks warm—she wonders if he can feel it—as her eyes flutter open and she leans back just enough to smile at him, gaze soft as it looks over Rafe. Those brilliant blue eyes that swim with so much emotion, the gentle smile that lights up his handsome face. Isla swears she falls for him even more right then and there, sighing softly. “You’re a real sweetheart, you know that?”

He so gently pinches her cheek, which only stretches up when she grins. “Only for you,” he replies before his expression turns a little serious. “You sure you’re okay?”

Isla nods. “Yeah, I’m good.” She licks her lips as they pull back from one another. “What were you saying to Topper?”

“What I should’ve said a while ago,” Rafe sighs, leaning back in the seat. “Told him I’m sick of his obsessive, entitled behavior towards Sarah. I said it’s time he moves on because I’ve never. . .” Rafe exhales slowly once more and Isla sees the corner of his mouth tip up. “I’ve never seen her as happy as she is with John B.”

Isla grins, hand on the back of his neck to play with his hair. “How much did it pain you, just now, to admit that?”

Rafe snorts out a laugh, throwing her a sideways glance. “It wasn’t that bad,” he confesses, which just makes Isla laugh in delight. “Because I get it, you know?” He looks at her again, blue eyes meeting her deep green, and she smiles when he reaches out and flicks the zipper of her deep red zip up jacket. “I think it’s the same kind of happy that you make me.”

Her heart stutters, adoration flooding through her. “Yeah?” she asks, unable to keep her smile from widening. This guy. . . Isla doesn’t think anyone before him has made her feel the kind of giddy and wanted that Rafe does. All warm and gooey inside. He’s totally derailed her summer, but she doesn’t mind one bit. “Feeling’s pretty mutual.”

“Just pretty mutual?” he asks with a smirk.

“Totally mutual,” Isla corrects with a grin, leaning forward to kiss him again, swift and sweet, before sighing as she pulls back. “I gotta get going.”

Rafe huffs out a breath, dramatically rolling his eyes. “Always walking away from me,” he laments and he’s joking, but Isla’s lips from a pout, eyebrows pulling together.

“Don’t say that,” she whines, reaching forward to take his hand and give it a shake, pulling a laugh from him. “I’m sorry I haven’t told them about us yet—”

“Hey, I was kidding,” Rafe reassures, moving their hands so he’s holding her hand instead, squeezing it. “We’re taking it at your pace, alright? You’re the boss here.”

Isla’s pout remains, gaze searching his. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Rafe emphasizes, both hands reaching up to cup her face and squeeze her cheeks together. Through gritted teeth, he playfully says, “Stop worrying,” before giving her another kiss. “Okay. I gotta go now, too,” he says in between quick kisses, making her laugh against his lips. “I’ll see you later.” More kisses. “Bye, baby.”

He’s halfway out of the car while Isla stares after him, sitting sideways and leaning her head against the seat and smiling foolishly with flushed cheeks and a happy heart. “Bye, baby,” she repeats in a whisper, heart fluttering when he winks before shutting the car door behind him.

Her car smells like him and that foolish smile remains on her face on her drive home.

[chasedeys]

some shit i have to say about this particular thing from the frankly insane ass article sorry:

GH: Why Miami? JC: I love it. Just for me to get away sometimes. That's where I was working out when I came out of college. I don't see myself living there, but it's a nice spot to stay sometimes. GH: You seem to be New Orleans through and though. That's where you would live, I imagine. JC: I don't know. I haven't really decided on what I want to do when it comes to living in places, yet. GH: Do you see yourself being with him the rest of your career or a good part of your career? JC: I see it for a long time right now. We've been together for a long time. We enjoy each other's company. I don't see anybody leaving.

not to be an insane joemarr girlie YET AGAIN but -> ja'marr adores the shit out of nola that much is obvious: choosing to stay in nola for lsu, the way he speaks of it and how he never lets go of his accent even if people struggle to understand him, the shout outs, the fleur-de-lis pads tattoo big ass new chain etc etc so loud in his love AND YET he doesn't say that there's where he would end up in the end. he hauled his ass to cincy, stayed there and made it clear he doesn't plan on leaving (cincy and joe), has a condo in miami with all the beaches and waters he loves but he doesn't see himself living there, etc et-fucking-c AND JUST!!! not to be insane its like he knows that joe is for ohio. joe always comes back to his roots–wanting to go to nebraska like his fam, choosing osu, leaving osu to lsu and choosing to go back to ohio in cincinnati and just not leaving he has shit to prove there he loves it there it's where his family is it's where he grew up it's where he's loyal to and ja'marr just. follows him. 'i don't know' on whether he'd stay in nola where he spent his childhood and college years. 'haven't decided' like there's a place in his mind but he's unsure if he should or if his welcome is for forever or what the boundaries and lines of that forever is and if it's just a wolf-howling-at-moon-never-to-meet shooting-himself-in-the-foot kind of situation. like do you feel me??? i feel crazy like do you get what I'm trying to word out 😭

and like ugh if i can just mention about joe's fondness and love for all the things he's been a part of is so 😔❤️ still wearing all those silicone bracelets to this day the lsu one, covid days bengals one, etc. his ohio state, geuax tigers, athens etc sweatshirts and hoodies that he wears to this day that are in near pristine condition but also looking worn in a way that shows he wears them often and cares for them deeply so they last to this day. showing his love and appreciation in such in your face ways like the burreaux senior day name change, ja’marr’s jersey, etc other examples i can't think of bc my brain is fried :(((((( and so it's like.......maybe that is something that ja'marr notices and wants him to keep you know?? so if he stays in ohio for joe it isn't even remotely a hardship because the city has embraced him so readily and lovingly and he's repeatedly said that he loves the city even if the chili is shit so :(((( just incredibly loyal to a fault these two aaaaa

[shanesbluechicken]

Shane is your best friend

TW: heavy language

Gender: neutral

One of the most loyal people on earth. Seriously, if you end up fucking something up he will be there for you and potentially even take the blame. It also depends on what you did though :'D

One of the main things that lead to your friendship was the day you put the Mayor's shorts in the soup.

"Wow, who tf put Lewis underwear in there?"

He was standing right next to you while witnessing chaos break loose and it only took him one look at your face to see that it was you. You were desperately trying to hold back a grin by bighting down on your fist and your eyes teared up a bit, fighting the laughter that was threatening to overcome you.

"Nice."

He also hid his amusement by shoving food into his mouth.

From that day on the two of you started growing closer by the second. You first notice it by how Shane either waves at you to come over at the saloon or he takes a seat right next to you if you happen to enter it before he does in the evening.

"You should make sure to be at the townsquare tomorrow."

"Why?"

You don't elaborate, but he knows that mischievous look in your eyes by now. You got another prank planned.

And there he is standing infront of a golden statue of someone too familiar. The Mayor.

The same Mayor who's now furiously throwing his hands into the air, demanding for the culprit to reveals themselves. Shane keeps you safe by providing you with an alibi.

"The farmer? Oh nah, they've been with me all morning."

He winks at your direction to let you know that he's got you covered.

Of course you back him up with his shenanigans too. He texts you whenever he decides to sneak out some frozen pizza and you wait for him at the back entrance of JojaMart, wearing an oversized hoodie.

Shane looks at you hiding all those pizza's under that hoodie like >.>?

"And you think no one will notice that- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Stop talking aND LET ME HIDE THE REST UNDER YOUR SWEATSHIRT"

For a VERY short while Gus had a karaoke machine in his saloon. He had to remove it, because you and Shane were basically howling into the microphones. Every. Single. Night.

He calls you Dingus.

"I'm at work, why are you calling me on the phone?"

He's whispering and hiding behind an isle so Morris doesn't see him on the phone.

"Your aunt's shop should be open right now, right?"

"Yes, why?"

"WHY ISN'T SHE IN THE SHOP THEN- oh hey, Jas."

You hang up and leave him confused for the rest of the day. One might think he should be used to that now considering you call him for every single inconvenience that happens to you.

"SHANE, I CAN'T FIND MY AXE!"

"Stop yelling and think. Where do you usually put-"

"Found it, bye."

"..."

You butcher his name.

"Shaney."

"No."

"Shanye."

"Stop it."

"Shanothy."

"What the fu-"

Prank calling Morris in the middle of the night or very early in the morning is a tradition in your friendship.

You annoy the shit out of him, but he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Masterlist

[nowoyas]

the crows and cats christmas reunion (kuroo tetsurou/reader)

m.list - read on ao3

A/N: written for @hatsukeii for the hq x reader secret santa exchange! I hope you enjoy ✨ also special thanks to @nectardaddy for the divider!

Summary: Your high school crush on your rival team’s captain actually comes to fruition in college. The problem? You both receive invites to the upcoming Christmas-slash-reunion party, and you’re nowhere near prepared to tell your high school social group about your new boyfriend. The solution, at least, is easy enough: just don’t tell them!

Warnings and Tags: university au, reader is a former karasuno manager, christmas parties, fluff and a lil bit of crack lmao, alcohol use, gender neutral reader

Words: 1700+

It was his laugh that did you in.

You couldn't begin to guess what he'd been laughing at, just that Karasuno had just beaten their sworn rivals and you were in tears, and that you'd paused everything because Nekoma's captain just laughed in a way that had him throwing his head back, chest fully shaking with the force of it.

That had been your reckoning: the flash, the oh, the clichéd emotions gripping you and not letting go.

Not a problem. He was the captain—now former, as of that exact moment—of your rival team, and you had a duty to be loyal to the team you managed for, and you could be, because he was graduating and you wouldn't see him again. Not a problem at all.

Only, see, that crush had been easy to ignore when he wasn't in front of you, when you didn't have to confront the sound of his voice or his stupid hair or the shape of his shoulders or—god forbid—his laugh again. So, naturally, he'd gotten into the habit of dropping in on joint training camps, wearing stupid hoodies that looked unbearably good on him and—you swear it—smiling at you when he caught you staring. And, naturally, you had somehow been the one he asked with some stupid excuse about how he didn't know his way around anymore and could you help out, if you weren't busy?

You hadn't been.

So in your final year of high school, at some training camp you hardly remember except for that one moment, escorted a definitely-for-sure lost alum of Nekoma High School out and paused when you rounded a corner and found that the two of you were completely alone. And maybe, yeah, you kissed him, then, and yeah, he walked away, and somehow, you didn't even feel heartbroken about it. No words, just that.

You'd given your first kiss to Kuroo Tetsurou, and nothing had changed at all.

Then college. Moving on. Living your life, working towards your degree, and surely you must be over him by now, like it would ever have gone anywhere to begin with. Yeah, you think about it—how could you not when he showed up to the games and the camps and smiled at you every time, when you still remember that kiss but can't remember his reply except that nothing had come of it and he still smiled at you after that so clearly he didn't hate you?—but you're over him and over it and goddammit there he is on your campus. Something which you could have anticipated, if you'd thought about the fact that Kuroo Tetsurou with that enchanting laugh who you kissed that one time went to the same university, hadn't he been wearing a university sweatshirt when you'd kissed him?

But you hadn't anticipated it. So of course you noticed him. Of course you stopped in your tracks. Of course you'd stared, and spilled your coffee all over yourself like a dumbass, and frantically tried to blot it out with the meager napkin supply that had come with your coffee and pastry, and then found yourself interrupted by—who else?—Kuroo fucking Tetsurou, smiling at you in that crooked way, eyes alight with recognition.

"My dorm's not far," he'd said, "do you want to maybe borrow a shirt?"

You deflated. You agreed. You borrowed a shirt and left with his phone number—ostensibly to pick your shirt back up later and return his—and a date, which had been amazing and maybe you're still dating by the time December rolls around and maybe, just maybe, you're in his lap when his and your phones both ping with texts in perfect unison.

And maybe you hadn't mentioned to any of your high school friends that you'd begun dating the rival high school's former captain.

"I don't see what the big deal is," he laughs as it dawns on you. "We can just tell them."

"Okay, no, not with the guys I graduated with. The guys in your year were reasonable, Kuroo. The rest were and are half demons and half the type of guys who can survive multiple years of sustained contact with the demons. They're gonna flip."

"You spent years wrangling them, I'm sure you can handle it."

You whine, drop your head against his shoulder. "What if we just… didn't tell them yet? Get through the party, pretend everything's normal, and then we can come back and go wild."

"We'll see how that goes."

#

For your information, that is going great. You'd shown up separately, gravitated naturally to different parts of the room—you're catching up with Shimizu and the other upperclassmen, drink in hand and eyes firmly pointed away from where Kuroo's harassing Tsukishima, amongst others. Sure, Suga's been doing his damnedest to get you to admit details about the secret boyfriend you obviously would have gotten the second you went away to university (you appreciate his faith in you). He thinks he's being slick, but he's really, really not.

"I told you, Suga, I am focusing on my studies."

"Does your studies pay for dates?"

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, sure. You're awful interested in my dating life, Suga-san. Why's that, again?"

"Oh, no reason."

The gambit for tonight absolutely requires that you let on nothing. You're not even entirely sure where Suga's idea that you got a boyfriend came from. You've been doing good. You're barely even looking at Kuroo. You're not even visibly reacting when you hear his laugh from across the room! The Crows and Cats Christmas Reunion (per the invitation—you've been calling it "garbage dump Christmas") is going great.

And then you catch Nishinoya on Tanaka's shoulders, pinning what you think is probably supposed to be mistletoe but is definitely holly to a door frame. It's visibly fake, but they're clearly putting a lot of effort into it.

Not a problem—you avoid it pointedly, watch a few others get caught under it and peer-pressured by tipsy busybodies into sharing a kiss with their fellow victims. The night drags on, and you have fun but maybe one drink too many, and when you slip into the hallway towards the kitchen to hopefully snag some water, a very familiar hand rests on your shoulder to help guide you.

"Hanging in there alright?"

"Kuroo," you whisper, "we're not supposed to be—"

"[name]-san!" Nishinoya shouts at the top of his lungs. "Kuroo-san! You're under the mistletoe; you gotta kiss!"

"—oh my god," you mutter, dragging a hand down your face.

A few of the rowdier guys cheer their agreements. You roll your eyes, turn to explain why you will not be doing that no matter how nice Kuroo looks in that sweater, and get as far as "that isn't even mistletoe—" before long fingers are gently tilting your chin up for a kiss.

Of course you kiss back. Bastard.

His lips are soft and warm and everything and he tastes vaguely like beer. You lean into it, mostly just to shut the guys up as your hand slides up to the nape of his neck. He responds in kind—free hand finds the small of your back, pulls you just that tiny bit closer, and for just a moment, you forget where you are and who's watching.

When you pull away, you're met with narrowed eyes.

"That was not the first time you two have kissed. There's no fucking way," one of the guys shouts.

You roll your eyes, try to play it off. "Maybe you should stretch before reaching like that. You're gonna pull a muscle or something."

"No, but, like, you were totally heart eyes at him all throughout school," Tanaka says. "If that had actually been your first kiss, you'd be like, dying on the floor right now or something. You're doing that whole tough thing."

"Has it occurred to you—"

Ennoshita cuts you off with a sharp look. "That whole tough act they do when they're trying to avoid questions? And aren't you two at the same university now?"

"You bagged him and didn't tell us? [name]-san!" Noya's voice is absolutely aghast.

Kuroo's eyes linger on you. "Bagged me?"

"I maybe had a little crush on you," you mumble, cheeks burning hot. "Did you not know? We straight up kissed at one point?"

He blinks. "What?"

"What?"

"That never happened. I have no idea what you're talking about."

You look at him. You're starting to get pretty good at reading whether or not he's messing with you for fun, but he seems completely, genuinely serious.

"We did. Last year. You came to visit and we ended up kissing but then you never—"

Oh. Oh no.

Oh my god.

The realization sinks in, and as you stare into your red solo cup of mysteriously strong holiday punch, you realize there's no getting out of this.

You tip the cup back and chug the rest. Kuroo is laughing over the music and the flood of alcohol burning your system, and you put all your mental energy into not crushing the cup in your hand.

"Wait, who are you thinking of?"

"Who would [name] even have mistaken him for? It's not exactly easy to mistake Kuroo for anyone else," Kenma says.

Point of order:

You don't remember how you ended up kissing. You don't remember how he reacted or why. Every time you saw each other after that, he acted like nothing ever happened.

"What, babe," Kuroo teases, "did you mix me up with someone else, or did you just dream it entirely?"

"S-shut up," you mumble.

"Oh my god. Did you actually—"

"No, nope, we're not talking about this—"

The grin on his face widens. "I think we are. Did you actually convince yourself that we kissed in your third year? Is that why you got extra skittish in the back half of the year?"

"Kuroo, I am going to kill you—"

The mortification feels like it's seeped into your very bones, but then he drops his head back and laughs and you can't bring yourself to finish the threat. You might not ever live this down, but it's made him laugh, and for a moment, you can forget that your friends are watching this and someone's gonna bring up this story if you ever make it to a wedding.

You always have been weak to that damn laugh.

Tags: @deeplightgarden @idonthaveanameideayet @dusstory

[likesunsetorange]

okay so similar to the mikasa ones, here are all the ones for eren and my thought processes behind them!

i think men’s fashion tends to be a little less versatile than women’s fashion by a long shot, so i think there’s definitely a lot less diversity and variation between my eren’s compared to my mikasa’s! i think each of my mikasa’s have a specific “aesthetic” whereas my eren’s more so have more of a color palette/vibe to their style because i think there’s only so much you can do with men’s clothing tbh unless you’re aiming for a super curated aesthetic (e.g. cowboy eren)! so i think they’ll have a lot of overlap tbh, but this is kind of how i envision them all! and again i’ll include the moodboards i’ve made previously!

— 𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧

i think dol eren and mikasa both have this very “boy next door” and girl vibe to them, like i don’t wanna call them “basic” per se, but it’s a very sort of typical and like almost expected vibe you’d expect of average 24 year olds. for eren, since he works a more physically demanding job, i imagine him being a very casual person. i also just see most guys being casual in general, so wearing a lot of like solid/vintage graphic tees and then whatever random bottoms on a day to day basis if he’s not doing anything special! i imagine the only time he dresses up is when he goes out with mikasa, because she’s the only person who he cares to really impress (hence the chapter about their date), so he’d have some nicer clothes for when he has nice things to attend, but they’re only reserved for things like that!

i see him wearing the most of: t-shirts, hoodies/sweatshirts, the occasional nice button up. idk dol eren would be uniqlo if he were a brand. he is a GOOD QUALITY, LOYAL, and DEPENDABLE! when has uniqlo EVER done you wrong??? like it’s simple but it’s tried and true man, for good reason!!!

— 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧

bodyguard eren is a casual guy but he’s like the emo version in my head lol. like bodyguard mikasa’s colors in my head are red/pink/white, and bodyguard eren’s are black/green/grey—he wears a lot of darker colors essentially! mikasa obviously is the more fashion forward one in this relationship, and eren is def more casual lol, he basically just wears all black or some variation of a neutral outfit bc he’s a very simple and apathetic man lol, he doesn’t really care. but similar to how eren inspires mikasa to dress more casual, mikasa would def play ken doll with eren and buy him clothes lol, so i think he’d dress up a bit more too! but i don’t think she’d ever force him to wear anything he didn’t like, i just think eren dresses casually bc it’s simple and easy, and he’s just a laxxed man.

he would be converse bc i see him begrudgingly taking his shoes off when mikasa pisses him off and he’s struggling to get them off in ample time bc they’re high tops lol

(also there’s a cardigan bc mikasa would so put him in a cardigan lol)

— 𝐞𝐱𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧

okay after model eren, i think e2l eren is the second best dressed, and this is solely because him and mikasa were together for so long LOL, she played build a boyfriend! like his style comes from her! but eventually after being together so long he does sort of develop his own sense of style but like the foundation of his style IS mikasa. so i think his style kinda emulates the same kind of vibe as hers, idk how that translates in male description. he would dress up a little more than some of the other eren’s and probably wear a bit more color too! def has that vacation-y vibe too. also e2l eren is a graphic designer, so he has that artsy boy vibe to him a bit too!

he’d be zara bc mikasa definitely introduced him to zara while they were dating lol

— 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧

i feel like this one doesn’t need much explanation, we all know cowboy eren is just a hot, sexy cowboy. he’s a working man and he has to dress accordingly!!!! (and for whatever reason we’re all very oddly attracted to it) (it’s bc it’s eren) but i think for mikasa’s fancier events he would dress up, and occasionally omit the cowboy hat if need be lol

he is boot barn lol. and maybe levi’s.

— 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧

model eren to me is obviously the BEST DRESSED out of all the eren’s, like this is an obvious given. he’s a model! of course he’s gonna be the most fashionable! to me, he screams pretty boy lol, so he’s going to dress and act accordingly lol. it’s one of the main things that mikasa also makes fun of him for too. so i think of his style as very tailored, very classic, but also some fun and a bit more stylized pieces! i think he would wear a little bit of everything, so he would dress super fancy some days, but then have some more casual pieces too! but then once he kind of stays in montana with his family, he���ll def kind of his model mikasa moment and have the little bit of cowboy flare to his style a bit too!

he would be all saints! or some niche expensive brand im probably too poor to afford

— 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧

academic rivals eren is kinda my favorite to talk about bc he’s kinda funny LOL he’s basically frat boy adjacent and it makes me giggle. he’s literally what you’d think of when you’d think of an obnoxious little frat boy in the most stereotypical way (not in the board shorts and polos way tho omg), although he isn’t technically one! his style is definitely pretty casual, so he’d definitely wear a lot of t-shirts and flannels, but since he’s a bit well off, i think he’d wear a lot of stuff like golf wang and more expensive sneakers! i see eren as kinda basic tbh lol he’s a simple man but i think he’d have his occasional indulgences lol (and golf wang stuff is SO comfy). he’s just your tried and true college boy in my opinion!

he would be golf wang & converse (but not for the reasons stated above).

i won’t lie i feel like this one gave me more grief than the one for mikasa did lol like i definitely had to think about it a bit more! men’s fashion is way harder to me so i had to be a lot more considerate about each eren and their vibes, but this was fun!

[noahtally-famous]

keith! the throwaway name in tdpi to you; but to me he's an actual character

younger me is screaming rn, ever since i watched tdpi when it came out, i was super interested in keith as a character (and his dynamics with sky, and with dave)!! finally here we are, some picrews of what i think he looks like & some basic info! (cant do the 16-slide presentation with him rn like i did with gabriel 😔 but maybe i will in the future!)

here's a fic abt him! (plus i do have an rr au idea with him in my drafts)

below the cut are gonna be some keith (and keith & sky) hcs:

-> keith is exceptional in almost any sport he puts his mind to! his favorites are baseball and basketball though. he met sky through a school game and they bonded over their love of athletics!

-> keith never rlly considered sports as a career, he's always default thought of it as a hobby. sky was the one who wanted to take her skills farther, and he did support her for it

-> their shakiness started when sky brought up auditioning for tdpi. keith has heard the shit that happens in many reality shows and worried for her, saying they could try another solution. they argued, sky signed up for tdpi (she said she'll miss him in the audition bc he was filming and it was sort of as a 'im sorry for the fights pls try to understand' thing). however, despite keith trying to understand, he didn't watch any of tdpi until the finale episode

-> as a loyal person in relationships, keith was extremely hurt and upset by sky kissing dave and then leading him on. it made him feel quite worthless, and despite any reconciliations, he knows he can't ever trust her again

-> he doesnt like dave bc the guy went ballistic and put sky's life in harm's way, he considers that a bit of an overreaction on dave's end and he does resent him for believing he played a part in sky falling for him

-> this guy places trust to a high degree, if you break it, you're seeing a different keith

-> he's the type to maybe be good/proficient at chess. might have him be good at it actually!

-> he and sky are both bisexual. sky is bi with a preference for women; keith is bi but used to pretend he was straight due to the environment he lived in

-> sky and keith's relationship tropes: friends to lovers, mutual respect for each other, relationship for convenience

-> in actuality, sky & keith's relationship is more of a friendship. they only made it like they're dating bc of their families, and when their individual sexuality crisis came up, that caused some issues. prior to tdpi, sky already had a feeling she liked women, but she kept it to herself; keith, for his part, already was aware of his bisexuality when he and sky started dating but he thought their relationship would "get rid of it". in the end, sky got the courage to push aside the veil in front of their relationship first (hence the dave moments), and keith tried to hide behind their relationship bc he didn't know if he had the guts to confront the implications

-> keith's fully ready to confront/fight anyone who gives him bad vibes and isn't afraid to show that--all except for his father (the man gave this guy too much trauma for that)

-> he got his piercings as a nonverbal 'eff you' to the old keith he used to be. back when he was worried abt his parents judgements and his friends. before tdpi, before sky and his breakup, before he made an effort to come into his real self

-> his mum and he have a complicated relationship. she's low-key homophobic at times that he cant get a proper read on her. but he does love her (def more than he does his dad), and he hopes she's willing to accept him

-> has heterochromia; one eye is dark blue, the other is light hazel (he tends to wear contacts, making it seem like he has two blue eyes)

-> he shaved part of the side of his head in a fit of impulsiveness at a concert with several friends, but then he realized he looks good in it and he likes the style, so he kept it that way

-> the type to wear sweatshirts/shirts/hoodies with lowkey memes on them (as shown in the pics with him wearing the orange hoodie with the two fingers almost touching)

-> he and sky were the epitome of 'what we have is better off as a wonderful friendship than a romantic relationship'

-> he and sky tended to help each other sports-wise in various ways; like she'd play scrimmages with him, and he'd race hurdles with her. this helps both of them grow and bond at the same time. it's a fun pastime they both enjoyed and feel nostalgic for now

-> clothing style: the stuff in the pics, along with jeans (not rlly baggy jeans though) along with sports sneakers or light brown hiking boots

-> one time sky twisted her ankle and refused to get help, and keith had to literally piggy-back her to his car bc she said she "can just walk it of, its fine!"

-> strong emotionally/mentally/physically. more so abt the first two, he's good at hiding his feelings bc of the environment he grew up in and his family (his dad more so). if he and dave ever have a heart-to-heart they can discuss their shitty father figures and how that lack impacted them lmao (the dave in my head has a shitty and distant father)

-> this also makes him more suppressed emotionally and more uncommunicative

aaand think that's all i've got so far!!

[tlouxobsessed]

College Affairs

Chapter III

I could not believe what had happened the night before, I stared up at the ceiling recalling all of the memories from last night. The kissing, the touching....the moaning. Holy fuck I needed some sex badly, I wanted Ellie, I need Ellie. I couldn't stop imagining her moaning my name, her sweet juices littering my face while I'd suck her dry, Jesus fuck.

I stood up pulling out some basic jeans and a sweatshirt, I had to get ready before class. Not only do I have class, I have that party tonight. Shit today is not going to be that good. I could feel my stomach rumbling, I was nervous.

I glanced over at the empty bed, 'hmm it's only '8:15' she must be in class already' I tried relaxing myself as I continued to get ready.

~ Ellie point of view ~

Once the kiss ended and we both headed to bed, all I could think about was fucking her. Fucking y/n so hard until her legs are shaking. I didn't even know how to contain myself. I woke up before she did, I couldn't face her after last night. I know she likes me but I can't, I don't want to. I haven't been in a good relationship since Cat and even then I don't like bein' loyal. It ain't my style y'know?

I stood up sliding on a pair of black Nike sweats, a dark green hoodie and some basic UGGS. Joel had got me these a few weeks before college had first started he began stating his "you're becoming a woman! you need some new clothes and shoes other than those little shitty sneakers you got on there." He always made me laugh, I believe he is coming down next week with Tess to visit me. I enjoyed his company. I liked Tess too, I hadn't seen her in awhile.

I was fourteen when Joel had adopted me, he had a daughter named Sarah. She passed away due to smallpox, he was devastated. He ended up getting a call a few years after Sarah's death. "Joel....It's me...Marlene" He hadn't heard from Marlene in years, when she explained my mother had passed and she didn't want to keep me in foster care anymore, he decided he'd take me in. I was a cunt, mean, rude and disrespectful. I wouldn't follow his rules, I'd bust his balls but eventually I ended up adoring him. He introduced me to Tess after a year of being my guardian, She became my step mother around a few months before my seventeenth birthday. It stayed just the three of us, they gave me the 'bird and the bees talk' Joel taught me how to ride a bike, he was great. I never called him dad, always Joel. Tess was always referred to as Tess. They were my best friends, well that was until Dina moved next door.

~ Flashback ~

It was late October, slowly getting colder out. My over-sized blue zip-up and my black, ripped jeans didn't give me any warmth. I walked as fast as I could picking at the skin on my left thumb.

"HEY!!" I turned around after hearing someone shout at me, I pulled out an earbud looking hopelessly for the source of the voice.

"hi...?" I questioned looking at the girl. She was maybe 5'4, black hair with dark brown eyes. Lots of freckles, she was wearing a light green jacket with some brown pants, her boots looked so warm and fuzzy I was jealous.

"I'm Dina, I always see you walking home so I figured we could be friends" I watched as she ran by my side to walk with me. I didn't push her away, she was the first friend I made after living at Joel's for over seven months.

~ Flashback over ~

I looked down at the time, '7:35' I had to go, I knew she'd be up around eight-ish and I did not want to be here when she'd wake up. I didn't get what was wrong with me, I couldn't tell what I was feeling for her. I wanted to rip her clothes off of her last night, I knew I wanted to fuck her but it almost felt deeper than that. I knew if I saw her again, in a towel? shit I dunno what I'd do.

I grabbed my car keys, wallet and backpack. I'd stop back here later to change then head to the party but for now I needed something to eat and drink. I made my way to the local coffee shop, upon walking in I saw the fucking cunt, Abby. God she stole so many girls from me, all because she was "nicer" and "actually cared about more than just their bodies." Like seriously I couldn't care less.

I approached the cashier which just so happened to be Sarah. Fuck. My. Life.

"oh...um how can I help you?"

"yea uhh lemme get a medium strawberry-passion fruit and a croissant buttered" I watched as she typed into the machine pulling up the total. Her hands slightly shaking.

"six dollars and seventy five cents, it'll be out in a few-"

"Is everything 'kay over here? you look a lil' tense Sar" I watched as Abby wrapped her hands around Sarah's waist, I rolled my eyes and walked away. I saw Abby smirk in the corner of my eye, jesus she fucking annoys me. I watched Abby begin making my drink.

Fantastic.

"Ellie?" I watched the young boy call out, he looked cute. "Have a good day" he said walking away, I grabbed my shit and sprinted out of there as fast as I could. I pushed my forearm against the door until I heard my name.

"have a great one els" I cringed at that name, I knew it was Abby just being Abby. I quickly left.

I needed to get fucked up tonight. I pulled out of the spot speeding away.

~ Third Person ~

Abby watched Ellie quickly get into her car and speed away. Abby had always loved bothering Ellie. The two were life long best friends until one of Ellie hoes fucked with Abby, a hoe in which Ellie really liked. Abby had no idea this girl was fucking with her best friend, therefore the two split apart. Ellie had never tried hearing Ab out so she gave up. Abby just moved on.

"Sarah, you fucked Ellie?" Abby walked over to the blonde, her mouth forming into a thin line.

"Abby!!"

"c'mon sarah, for real?" Abby was heated, Sarah was so sweet she'd kill Ellie if she ever tried fucking Sarah again.

"She took my vir-" Nope Done. Abby walked over to Sarah pulling her into the back room. "hey! Abby-"

"Sarah you cannot do anything with Ellie anymore, she is a bad person. She fucks girls then dips on them, she is a cunt, a selfish bitch. Please find a better girl....please" Abby was practically on her knees begging.

"Okay okay, but you have to come with me to the party tonight. Jesse's....pleaseeeee" Sarah convinced Abby until she finally nodded in agreement. What had Abby gotten herself into.

Eventually the day went by, the cafe was busy perusal. Abby clocked out and began heading back to her dorm. Abby's roommate was never there, she had a scholarship for soccer which meant she was traveling the country most of the time. Abby always had the place to herself, which was nice. She'd bring back some girls most of the time, or just fuck around in her underwear.

Abby wasn't a slut though, she didn't just fuck girls then dip on them. She'd only been in two serious relationships. Owen Moore and Grace Smith. She was in love with Grace but Owen? not so much... that was how she realized she was Bisexual with a huge preference for girls. Therefore after Grace, Abby went berserk. She fucked three girls, dipping on all of them. She ended up changing her ways once she saw the real damage it was doing to her ego, and the girls.

Even though Abby wasn't a player anymore, she still couldn't help but miss her past ways. She pulled plenty but now she stuck to herself. Yet she couldn't stop thinking about y/n, the coffee shop girl.

Abby was praying y/n would be going to the party, she wanted to get to know you a little before she pulled anything. She was trying to be a better person, but it was difficult. Her motto became "at least I'm not like Ellie!"

She pulled out a black button up and some light wash jeans. Even though it was only 4:15, she'd like to be early. Once dressed she plopped on the couch....'I wonder what her socials are' Abby began searching.

DinaHoffman -> Katiemariehoffman -> (y/n)(L/n)

"Got it" Abby began clicking and looking through your photos. A picture of Katie and you kissing one another on the cheek, a photo of a coffee on your Instagram story. Some old graduation photos, beach photos, dog photos, a mental health highlight....

"shit" Abby moaned out when she clicked on the highlight named "me👩���❤️‍💋‍👩" not only did it reveal you might like girls from the emoji, the first photo was you in a dark blue bikini. Your tits were popping out, the double DD's was all she could think about. The next photo was you in a hot pink, tight dress. Your tits vibrant, your ass fat. Abby was foaming at the mouth. She was praying you'd be wearing something sexy to that party, just like she was praying you'd even be there.

Abby felt her face become hot, quickly clicking out of the app and clearing her tabs. She needed to let off some steam. A small shot glass filled with some whiskey.

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~ Y/N point of view ~

I chugged my Dunkin' coffee as quickly as possible. I needed to get back to the dorm, I had already went to my class prior to the coffee since I had woken up too late. I was pissed for Ellie being a cunt, I needed her to understand that I'm all real no play.

I sighed in frustration as I opened the door, walking in revealing an empty bed once again. I felt much more calm now knowing I could quickly change in peace. I climbed into the shower, feeling the hot water run down my back. I climbed out wrapping my towel around me, I felt much more at ease until I heard the jingling of Ellie's keys. I came out of the bathroom, steam filling the cold room. Ellie's eyes darted at me, she came rushing towards me. Her eyes darted from my lips to my eyes back to my lips. She pushed herself against me, slipping her tongue into my mouth. I felt her hand run down the arch of my back gripping my ass, she moved down her lips sucking on my neck. She sighed out and backed away after the kisses against my neck, it was filled with passion. I was even more confused.

"Ellie...."

"I have to go but I'll be back to give you a ride"

What. The. Fuck. I watched Ellie grab out her clothes and rush out of the room. Where is she going? and why does she keep leading me on.

A mini chapter and a cliff hanger ;)

part 4

[berlinini]

I have no idea what I’m talking about but I remember seeing Louis in an Oops sweatshirt and he hinted he was going to make it for sale. This was back in like 2014. He has a long term horizon. I also remember the first black oversized hoodie sweatshirt worn by Eleanor at the X Factor// it wasn’t released until 2+ years later. I think we as fans demand immediate dopamine hits with a constant need to be fed.Louis comes across to someone that has a very long term plan that he methodically executes.

Yeah, I mean we saw him wearing the first 28OP piece at AFHF 2021 and it was finally launched in the Fall 2023.

We know he has a 5 albums plan.

But long term vision works when it's still that - vision. Once you've launched something you need to work in the real world and that means getting your product out there in a way that reaches and pleases the consumer.

Louis has a very very loyal fanbase. We'll buy 28OP whenever it comes out - but it seems like the idea behind the brand was to reach beyond the fans, for once. But now it's being handled the same way his other fan-focused stuff is being handled.

I'd pay good money to see the strategy/marketing deck.

[eternalwritess]

hello, dearie! i saw your matchups, and i think what you’re doing is just the cutest thing! so i’m hopping in with a request of mine, if that’s alright!

general stuff/preferences: i’m an 18 year old cisgender woman and am bisexual, not too sure of my gender preference yet if i’m being real. not too picky about who i’m paired with although i would not like to be shipped with the following: valentino, niffty, alastor, mimzy, angel dust, sera, saint peter

personality: honestly i can get pretty cold and sharp around folks i don’t know well, i don’t trust until you’ve proven that you’re worth trusting, but once you get past that first initial stage… i’m honestly just a big ball of sun (according to my close ones)! i’m fairly mouthy and have a bit of an attitude, both jokingly and seriously. my humor is very sarcastic and quite a bit cynical, which matches who i am, i guess. if i love you, then i love you whole heartedly, i’m very protective yet loyal to those i love, and despite my small stature i won’t hesitate to throw literal hands if you fuck with my friends, partner, family, etc. despite my highkey bitch persona, when i’m with someone who i value (like a partner), i really let go more. i’m just more light hearted and goofy with my partner, and it’s just easier for me to be comfortable with them over anybody else, i’m a fair bit shy when it comes to handling compliments, both in a romantic and platonic setting, but i won’t deny them. if you’re into this kinda stuff or if it helps, i’m a pisces and my mbti type is infj (i think).

love languages: in terms of giving love, i’m an acts of service and physical affection sorta gal. i’m not great with my words, especially when it comes to love, although i do try. i honestly just love doing things for my partner to take the weight of their shoulders, like for an irl example, i’ll sneak into my boyfriend’s apartment to clean it up a bit for him while he’s at work — or if i stay the night at his i’ll wake him up with breakfast, simple things. i’m also big on physical affection, i hate pda though, but behind closed doors im all yours, kisses or cuddles or whatever ya want, your wish is my command.

appearance: i’d say i’m fairly basic appearance wise, honestly i’m short, at about 5”1. i have tan skin and dark brown (borderline auburn) curly hair with (dark) blue eyes. i have dimples, which i always hated throughout my years because i thought they made me look childish. i’d say i’m in the middle weight wise, i’m not skinny, but i’m not plus-size (no hate to my plus size peeps, ily mwauh mwauh), but i’ve got a bit of bone to me, and i feel no shame in admitting that i am infact chubby. i’ve also got a few moles and freckles on my face and neck.

ideal date: an ideal date for me consists of sitting on our asses at home while a movie is on that we’re not paying any mind to while we just talk about everything that comes to us. or like a lazy day during a hot summer or something. can you tell i have depression? /hj /lh

kins: (if you couldn’t quite a grasp on my personality, i recommend reading these to get a better idea, i also only included hazbin/helluva kins because my matchup is hazbin)

blitzø (helluva boss), vaggie (hazbin hotel), octavia (helluva boss), angel dust (hazbin hotel), fizzarolli (helluva boss), charlie morningstar (hazbin hotel), ozzie (helluva boss), husk (hazbin hotel), moxxie (helluva boss), adam (hazbin hotel)

style: lowkey i dress like a hobo ngl. an every day fit for me consists of sweatpants or leggings, a baggy sweatshirt or hoodie, with either birkenstocks, ugg slippers, or nike sneakers. sometimes i can’t tell if i dress like a basic white girl or hobo, or both who knows damnit.

so yeah, that’s my matchup! i hope this was enough, or hopefully isn’t too long! tysm if you do this! take care and drink some water, and remember to take breaks 🤍

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➸ I'm not one hundred percent sure and how you two would meet. but if I had to guess I'd say that Saint Peter was out on break and you came up to heaven during that time and he was told to man the gates (despite his protests). He wouldn't be the kindest letting you in, most likely rudely asking for you name and rolling his eyes whenever you gave him a response.

➸ Until you had enough of it, you would snap at him telling him to just do his job and then he'd be more interested in you, messing with you and playing with you teasingly just to get a reaction. I'd imagine that you'd soon grow tired of it and just started to not speak to him and once you were let into heaven you were relieved hoping that you would never see him again.

➸ However fate had different plans for you, he bothered you constantly he wasn't even trying to constantly see you or meet up with you, but whenever he saw you he instantly found some way to annoy the shit out of you. Talking louder than usual, sometimes leaning on you and acting like it was an accident. He thought that you were interesting, more so than any of the other people in heaven and he was going to make sure that he got to know you.

➸ Sooner or later you'd ask him what his deal was with you and all he'd do was smile and simply state that you were interesting and didn't seem like the other 'goody two shoes' that managed to spring up around there. Not to mention he liked the sarcasm you would use to deal with him, he found it endearing and hilarious.

➸ Whether you liked it or not he began hanging out around you more and slowly you became friends and the more you became friends the more he would sling an arm around your shoulder or grab you and pull you places. Soon enough he was constantly touching you in one way or another, brushing hands, or grabbing your wrist to take you somewhere else.

➸ Soon enough he began figuring out that he liked you and began making it his mission to make sure that you liked him back. He'd ask you all sorts of questions and try to figure you out, pick you apart just so that he'd be sure you were in love with him back. Although he just gave up on those tests and straight up asked you out.

➸ At first you weren't sure when it came to going out with him but he didn't stop trying. He kept going and soon enough you agreed. It wasn't that romantic of a date because Adam doesn't really know romance and you both just watched movies the entire time with him cuddling up to you

➸ In the end he fell asleep on you and you stayed the night at his house. In the morning you both watched a few more flicks and soon enough you had to leave. Which he was not fond of. He kept trying to find excuses for you to stay but you told him that you had to go and he reluctantly agreed.

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Whenever you cleaned his room or stuff up he would get really thankful for that because he can be kind of a mess at times and you had to get at him a few times for his messy room before he decided to actually do something about it

You're not great with words? Great, cause neither is he. Whenever he tries to compliment the way that you look or act, it comes off almost as either an insult, as if he was sarcastic, or just a train of stuttering. So instead he likes getting you stuff instead. He'll leave gifts on your desk or in your room but don't mention it cause he gets sensitive about being all sappy

Surprisingly I don't think Adam is into pda too much, he'd say that its bad for his 'brand' when in reality he also thinks that pda would put too much attention on you and he wouldn't be too fond of that as he might get a little possessive at times

He doesn't mind the way you dress, honestly he thinks that baggy stuff look way better on you anyways and will lend you some of his clothes from time to time. Not to mention that he dresses the exact same way and doesn't seem to care too much for 'fancier' tastes

I feel like you two would mess around quite a bit, he would have the more extreme ideas and you would dial it back a bit telling him when and when not to do something. You would also probably help him prank a few people sometimes as long as it wasn't too harmful to them

[spiridakos]

Yes! I've totally bought some stuff and gotten introduced to some new brands thanks to these posts. I don't live in America so it's also been nice to see what brands are popular. The items I've gotten specifically are the Vuori performance joggers, Aviator nation hoodie, couple pairs of Veja's and the great sweatshirts.

I've always been a loyal shopper of Lululemon so plenty of stuff there. I really hope they come back with the fleece scubas again.

I was in LAX a couple weeks ago wearing most of these actually and felt like I fit right in!!

PS - I really want to visit set the One Chicago sets next year. Any tips of meeting the cast and crew? Do they sometimes come over?

I love the Vuori joggers - they're SO comfy! I love that AN pullover, too. So soft! And Veja's! Love them. I'm not a sneaker person, but I love the Veja's.

Tips for the Chicago sets: (Below the cut)

Know where the permits are ahead of when you go/plan to head out to find them, so you have a general idea of where they are and the general area.

Have a general idea of the safety of the area. PD doesn't film in the best locations a good chunk of the time, so definitely be aware of your surroundings. Or if it's super unsafe, maybe think about skipping certain locations. It is not worth your safety to go to somewhere incredibly unsafe. Especially if you're alone.

Be respectful to the crew and the PA's. They just have a job to do, and they're trying to make sure it gets done on time and safely. Stand where they tell you to and don't give them a hard time.

YES, they'll totally come over and chat! Granted, it will depend what they're filming/timing and all that. But the crew is insanely welcoming and truly just love getting to chat with fans. Luce is a riot, and I've had a handful of conversations with other crew members. It's a fun experience if you want to do it.

[justaperson15]

| Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ | Kyo Iwamoto - 岩本 杏

| Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ | //

| Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇꜱ | Human

| Aɢᴇ | 15 years old

| Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ | April 15th

| Bɪʀᴛʜᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ | Tokyo, Japan

| Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ | Nonbinary

| Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ | ?

| Cʟᴀꜱꜱ | second grade

| Jᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜꜱʜɪᴋɪ | ベクトル発散 - Vectorial divergence

| Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | Student at Jujutsu High, first year

★—★—★—★—★

| Sᴋɪɴ Tᴏɴᴇ | tanned

| Eʏᴇꜱ | Brown

| Hᴀɪʀ | Redish brown

| Boᴅʏ Tʏᴘᴇ | slender

| Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ & Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ | 165cm, 55kg

| Cʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ Dᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ |

• School uniform : Standard Jujutsu High uniform

• Casual : In their casual outfit, Kyo wears a yellow jacket with a hoodie, a red button up shirt, and a black frilly skirt that ends just under their knees. They also wear white leg warmers and their usual black and white tennis shoes.

• Elegant : Kyo wears a white button up shirt with a black tie and a black gilet, and black dress pants. They also wear black dress shoes. The gilet has a longer section in the back, resembling to a gown, that ends just above the back of Kyo's knees.

• Winter (s1 ed2) : Kyo wears a dark red parka with a white fluffy part. Under that, they wear a black sweatshirt. They also wear white cargo pants and black boots.

| Mᴏᴅɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ | In the uniform, Kyo removed the 'shoulders covering', put a black hood and got shorter pants that arrive below the knees

| Sᴄᴀʀꜱ | After the Shibuya incident, Kyo has a scar on the left side of their face - going from their forehead to their chin.

| Aᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱᴏʀɪᴇꜱ |

uniform : Red leg warmers.

casual : white leg warmers.

—★ stats

| Iɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ 7/10 |

| Pꜱʏᴄʜɪᴄᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ 7/10 |

| Pꜱʏᴄʜɪᴄᴀʟ Fʟᴇxɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ 6/10 |

| Mᴇɴᴛᴀʟ Sᴛᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ 0/10 |

| Bᴏɴᴇ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ 9/10 |

| Eᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ Aᴡᴀʀᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ/Iɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ 6/10 |

| Sɪɢʜᴛ 9/10 |

|Hᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ 8/10 |

| Tᴏᴜᴄʜ 10/10 |

| Sᴍᴇʟʟ 7/10 |

| Tᴀꜱᴛᴇ 8/10 |

| Bʟᴏᴏᴅ Tʏᴘᴇ | AB+

| Mᴇɴᴛᴀʟ Iꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ | Autism, slight form of depression (both undiagnosed)

| Pꜱʏᴄʜɪᴄᴀʟ Iꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ | low pressure

★—★—★—★—★

| Oᴠᴇʀᴀʟʟ |

Kyo has an extroverd temperament, and tends to perceive the world through their feelings motr than their intuition.

They usually take their decisions through feelings rather than reasoning, too. She's mostly wary of people, not approaching them if they give a bad first impression.

Kyo defends their ideals energically - especially when taking decisions. They're also sensible and emotive - showing these qualities since a young age.

Since they never got the possibility to learn communication skills, Kyo has a hard time becoming friends with people - often appearing awkward the first moments; but when she relaxes, Kyo has a bubbly and hyperactive personality. She's actually really affectionate, and tends to be clingy with those who she cares about.

| Pᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ Tʀᴀɪᴛꜱ |

★ cheerful

★ optimistic

★ curious

★ loyal

★ empathetic

★ humble

| Nᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ Tʀᴀɪᴛꜱ |

× reckless

× inflexible

× impulsive

× forgetful

× judgemental

| Hᴀʙɪᴛꜱ |

★ exercise

★ meditation

★ stretch

× being late

× biting nails

× gossiping

| Hᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ |

★ scrapbooking

★ sewing

★ bonsai keeping

★ writing

| Lɪᴋᴇꜱ |

★ cats

★ shiny pebbles

★ sharks

| Dɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ |

× bugs

× strong smells

× long hair

| Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ |

× public speaking

× lack of confidence

× procrastination

| Fᴇᴀʀꜱ |

× monophobia (fear of being alone)

× emetophobia (fear of vomiting)

× atychiphobia (fear of failure)

| Tʀɪɢɢᴇʀꜱ |

× loud voices and yelling

× being ignored

× arguments

| Oʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ |

★ Vocaloids

★ peluches

| Mᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ |

★ Kyo's biggest motivations to keep going are the curiousity of what the future serves them, and the most important people in their life: Ren and Balthez

| Dʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ/Gᴏᴀʟꜱ |

★ One day, Kyo dreams of becoming a person everyone can rely to - with both great leadership skills and a great work/life balance

★—★—★—★—★

FAMILY

FATHER:

· Name : // Iwamoto

· Age : 40 years old

· Status : unknown

MOTHER:

· Name: // Iwamoto - Yamaguchi

· Age : 38 years old

· Status : alive

SISTER:

· Name : Ren Iwamoto

· Age : 16 years old

· Status: Alive

FRIENDS/ENEMIES/LOVE INTEREST

BEST FRIENDS:

• Bairei "Balthez" Tamura

• Arashi Kumo

AQUANETENSES:

• Eitarou

• Hibike Miragi

• Madison

RIVALS:

“ I have no rivals ” (actually scared of having one)

ENEMIES:

• Kyo “ I have no enemies ” Iwamoto

• Mahito

LOVE INTEREST:

• Yuji Itadori

★—★—★—★—★

| Jᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜꜱʜɪᴋɪ |

— Vectorial divergence (ベクトル発散)

• Through the means of a cursed object (pen),

Kyo manipulates the shape of certain objects

through the help of vector (mathematical

equations).

The only downpart is that they can't

manipulate curses nor humans.

| Jᴜʀʏᴏᴋᴜ Cᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ 7/10 |

| Jᴜʀʏᴏᴋᴜ Aᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ 8/10 |

| Jᴜʀʏᴏᴋᴜ Sᴇɴꜱɪɴɢ 9/10 |

| Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ 7/10 |

| Sᴘᴇᴇᴅ 8/10 |

| Sᴛᴀᴍɪɴᴀ 9/10 |

| Rᴇғʟᴇxᴇꜱ 9/10 |

| Eɴᴅᴜʀᴀɴᴄᴇ 8/10 |

| Tᴇᴄʜɴɪϙᴜᴇ 6/10 |

| Iᴍᴘʀᴏᴠ/Sᴛʀᴀᴛᴇɢʏ 6/10 |

| Cᴏᴏᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 5/10 |

| Wɪʟʟᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ/Sᴘɪʀɪᴛ 9/10 |

| Fɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ Sᴛʏʟᴇ |

— Kyo usually stays on the backside of battles,

assisting their comrades when needed.

Although, because of their nature and how they

were raised as a child, Kyo tends to go head

first into battles and fight with their katana.

| Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴꜱ |

Katana · since Kyo's cursed technique only helps with mobility and object manipulation, they carry a cursed katana from their parents' collection

| Mᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʏ Lᴇᴠᴇʟ 9/10 |

Pen · although it looks and acts like a normal pen, when infused with Kyo's cursed energy, it activates their technique

| Mᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʏ Lᴇᴠᴇʟ 10/10 |

★—★—★—★—★

Cᴜʀꜱᴇᴅ Tᴇᴄʜɴɪqᴜᴇꜱ

| Innate Techniques | object manipulation

| Inharated Techniques | none

| Barrier Techniques | basic

| Domain | simple domain only

| Reverse Curse Techniques | They can only restore the objects' original form after manipulating it.

★ Will probably remake their card soon :p

[kent-farm]

—Michael Bishop as Jon Kent donating this Denver Hayes Fleece Hoodie Sweatshirt (in Gold; Sold Out), Superman and Lois, "The Dress", which was previously worn by Jordan Elsass' Jon Kent in "Loyal Subjekts" and "O Mother, Where Art Thou?"

[ithinkabouttzu]

Hi! I’d like to request a ship for band of brothers please!

I’m 5’6, pale, and I have long dark brown hair and bangs. I have hazel eyes, and I usually wear glasses. I prefer to dress casually and comfortably. I wear a lot of sweatshirts and jeans/yoga pants in the winter, shorts and tank tops in the summer. My personality is introverted, quiet, and friendly. I am agreeable and easy to get along with, I don’t like conflict and try to avoid it if I can. I have a small circle of close friends, and I value loyalty. I enjoy spending time with friends and family above all else, and I also enjoy reading, hiking, watching movies. My personality type is INFP, and my enneagram type is 9.

Thank you!

Hi of course and you are so welcome!! I hope you love it and thank you sm for requesting <33

I ship you with…

Babe Heffron!

- Alright so let me explain here why i think you guys would be the CUTEST couple!

- First, y’all would go so nicely with eachother, like you know that one couple that you see together and you’re just like “damn, that’s one cute ass couple”

- Well that’s DEFINITELY you two

- When you guys first meet, he’s taken aback by your pretty features

- Confidently makes his move on you, with his BEST efforts at flirting ofc

- But right as he was about to ask you if you wanted to dance, his big sip of beer went down the wrong pipe, causing him to cough it up EVERYWHERE

- He was honestly soooo embarrassed at first, but when he heard your pretty laugh and saw that gorgeous smile of yours, it was all worth the embarrassment

- Loves giving his hoodies for you to wear (thinks you love adorable in HIS hoodie 😭)

- Honestly his heart melts when you wear ANY of his clothes

- And in the summer oh boy (he’s def got a thing for you in tank tops and his knees literally weak at the sight of you in one ☝🏼)

- He also like hiking and LOVES going on cute little hiking trips with you, he just enjoys getting to walk and talk while exploring nature with you

- You and him are both VERY loyal and also both try to avoid arguments as best as you can

- But sometimes that doesn’t always happen and you guys do have conflict every now and then, but when that happens you guys try your best to communicate with eachother and express how you’re feeling

- if you guys can’t go out and do something, the next best thing is a movie marathon together (and a makeout session is also included)

- You guys also love spending time with family and his heart literally melts when he sees you getting along with his little siblings 🥹

- Loves your friendly and kind personality, it makes his heart 100x bigger when he sees you showing off that friendliness to someone who might need it

- When the time is right, he definitely wants to introduce you to all of his friends and he wants for you to do the same (you guys might even play matchmaker for your friends and might even have some double dates in the future)

- p.s. He also loves when you read to him (not usually one for reading but he thinks your voice is so nice and loves to hear you tell stories)

- But y’all would be such a cute and friendly couple and i think y’all would be perf for eachother 😫

I hope you love it sweetie and be sure to request again for any other fandoms on my masterlist 💗💗

[kennastromboli]

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen? a photo of the triplets drawn like the peanuts

🍫 Cheese or chocolate? chocolate

✨ Do you have any nicknames? yes

🎵 Last song you listened to? tunnel vision by melanie martinez

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction? yes

😏 Are you on discord? not really active on there

 💛 Do you have any piercings? i have an earlobe piercing!

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person? personality, hygiene, and music taste

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be? the frosted one with sprinkles you get at the supermarket

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person? i love both! i'm gonna say dogs

🎧 Headphones or earbuds? headphones

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud? shit

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know? taylor swifts enchanted dress, the floral one, there was a small fire backstage and sadly the dress burnt :(

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl? night owl all the way

🧸 Favorite place to nap? my bed, couch, or vehicles

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community? yes! i'm bisexual

🦋 Describe yourself in three words. sweet, loyal, creative

👖 Jeans or sweatpants? sweatpants

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order? dirty chai latte or a vanila sweet cream cold brew (both iced)

��� A color you can’t stand? dark yellow

💎 What’s your most prized possession? my beautifully signed card from the triplets

☕ Coffee or tea? coffee

🦖 Favorite extinct animal? sacabambaspis

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr? almost a month

🌴 Desert island item? water

🐸 Describe your aesthetic. downtown girl/comfy in the fall/winter, y2k and minimal in the spring/summer

🔮 What’s your dream job? a singer

💙 Relationship status? single :(

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit. hoodies, sweaters, zip up hoodies, baggy jeans, fitted tops, sweatpants, black leggings, sweatshirts, sweatshorts, oversized tshirt, tank top

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to? a lot actually, mostly all of melanie martinez's songs, a lot of taylor swift, madison beer, dominic fike, chappell roan

🤎 What color is your hair? blonde, my hair is slowly getting darker though

💌 Do you talk to yourself? yes

💄 Do you wear makeup? everyday.

🌸 Best compliment you ever received? that i literally was the beauty standard

💞 @ your favorite blog. @cherib3lla @bratzforchris

~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

🎵 Last song you listened to?

✏�� Have you ever written fanfiction?

😏 Are you on discord?

 💛 Do you have any piercings?

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

☕ Coffee or tea?

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

🌴 Desert island item?

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

💙 Relationship status?

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

🤎 What color is your hair?

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

💄 Do you wear makeup?

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

💞 @ your favorite blog.

Reblogs are appreciated!

[bloggerworldss]

Geedup: Redefining Modern Streetwear

Geedup Official has carved a niche in the ever-evolving world of streetwear, combining timeless aesthetics with contemporary edge. Founded on the principles of self-expression and individuality, the brand appeals to those who value quality, comfort, and authenticity. Rooted in urban culture, Geedup seamlessly fuses creativity and lifestyle, earning a loyal following among fashion-forward individuals.

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Conclusion

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For the latest collections and updates, explore geedup official.

[modern-muse1]

Hellstar Clothing: Bold Style Meets Premium Quality

Hellstar Clothing has carved out a niche in the fashion industry by offering high-end apparel with Hellstar a unique, edgy style. Known for its bold and distinctive designs, Hellstar has built a reputation for creating standout pieces that merge timeless appeal with modern flair. The Hellstar Hoodie, in particular, is celebrated for its stylish, cozy, and functional design. Crafted from premium materials, each hoodie exemplifies Hellstar's commitment to quality, earning a loyal following for its striking, fashion-forward aesthetic.

Who Owns Hellstar Clothing? Hellstar Clothing was founded by graphic artist Sean Holland during the 2020 lockdown. Despite the challenging circumstances, the brand quickly gained traction and became a prominent name in the fashion industry. Holland's creative vision and distinctive designs resonated with a wide audience, establishing Hellstar as a major player in the fashion world.

High-Quality Materials Hellstar Clothing is renowned for its premium sweatshirts, shirts, shorts, and sweatpants. The brand uses high-quality fabrics to ensure each item is comfortable, durable, and long-lasting. Their designs combine subtle artistry with bold graphics, resulting in garments that are both visually appealing and comfortable to wear. Hellstar Clothing's specialty lies in using soft materials that enhance the wearer's experience, making their apparel a top choice for those seeking stylish yet comfortable clothing.

Hellstar Clothing Collection Inspired by punk culture, Hellstar's collection blends DIY aesthetics with punk rock and underground art influences. The clothing features edgy designs and cool silhouettes, encouraging individuals to embrace their unique style and stand out from the crowd. The collection caters to both rebellious fashion enthusiasts and dedicated punk aficionados.

Hellstar Hoodie The Hellstar Hoodie is a cozy and fashionable choice for anyone. Featuring a vintage wash and Hellstar Sweatpants potassium spray for a distinctive look, the hoodie comes in a classic black that pairs effortlessly with jeans, joggers, or shorts. It stands out with its unique aesthetic, often incorporating vintage-washed effects, sprayed details, or distressed elements. The Hellstar logo is prominently displayed, adding an edgy touch that is sure to turn heads.

Hellstar Long Sleeve The Hellstar Long Sleeve shirt showcases superior craftsmanship and stylish flair. Perfect for layering or wearing on its own, it features a comfortable fit and unique design. With the Hellstar logo on the chest or striking graphic patterns on the back, each shirt is vintage-washed and potassium-sprayed for a standout black hue. Available in various sizes, the Hellstar Long Sleeve combines casual comfort with a distinctive edge, appealing to those who appreciate quality and individuality.

Hellstar Shorts Hellstar’s men’s shorts are a stylish and comfortable addition to any wardrobe. Made from cotton and nylon, these shorts feature handy side pockets and a drawstring waist. They are adorned with the Hellstar insignia, a flaming star, adding a unique touch to their edgy design. Available in sizes ranging from small to extra-large and colors such as black, yellow, and pink, these shorts are perfect for casual outfits and can be paired with a jacket, sweatshirt, or streetwear T-shirt.

Hellstar Sweatpants Hellstar Sweatpants offer the ultimate blend of comfort and style. These chic and cozy sweatpants are ideal for casual wear, providing a simple solution for a stylish yet comfortable look. They fit well, making them perfect for errands or lounging at home. Made from soft fabrics, they are ideal for relaxing or leisurely walks, ensuring a comfortable feel on the skin.

Hellstar Shirts Hellstar Shirts are crafted from smooth, 100% cotton material, offering a carefree and comfortable wearing experience. Featuring durable printed motifs such as the iconic burning star or other Hellstar emblems, these shirts make a statement. Available in a variety of colors and sizes, they pair well with shorts, skirts, or jeans, and often include unique side graphics to enhance their distinctive appeal.

What Style is Hellstar Clothing? Hellstar Clothing stands out in the fashion industry with its unique approach to classic style. Rather than adhering strictly to trends, Hellstar invites individuals into a world of alternative fashion where self-expression is paramount. The brand celebrates personal flair and individuality, making it a distinctive choice for those who want their clothing to reflect their true selves.

How to Verify Hellstar Authenticity? To ensure the authenticity of Hellstar products, the brand uses NFC tags embedded in their clothing. These tags can be scanned with a smartphone or device to verify that the items are genuine Hellstar products. This technology provides assurance of authenticity, especially when purchasing from authorized retailers like Swish Studios.

How Long Does Hellstar Take to Ship? Hellstar typically processes and ships orders within three to five business days. This timeframe allows for the careful crafting of items, as many products are made to order. Once your order ships, you will receive a tracking number via email to monitor its progress as it makes its way to you.

Conclusion Hellstar Clothing is renowned for its distinctive style and high-quality craftsmanship. With its creative designs and dedication to excellence, the brand has earned a strong following among fashion enthusiasts. Hellstar is also committed to environmental sustainability and customer satisfaction, making it a notable name in the fashion industry. Explore Hellstar’s unique offerings on their official website at hellstarofficialclothings.com and discover how their distinctive apparel can elevate your wardrobe. With its blend of innovative design and quality, Hellstar continues to grow and make a significant impact in the fashion world.

Frequently Asked Questions What makes Hellstar’s Clothing Collection unique? Hellstar’s Clothing Collection is known for its edgy and distinctive designs inspired by punk culture. The use of high-quality materials and unique artistic elements makes their clothing stand out.

What materials are used in Hellstar clothing? Hellstar clothing is made from premium materials, including soft cotton and durable fabrics. This ensures comfort, longevity, and a stylish look.

What is the concept behind Hellstar’s Clothing? Hellstar’s Clothing focuses on blending classic styles with alternative fashion influences. The brand emphasizes self-expression and individuality, offering pieces that allow wearers to stand out and showcase their personal style.