#right down to the white shirt and vest combo

[drghostwrite]

Your work is amazing!! My obsession with Regina mills is so bad and I need your help because I swear I see her as a power bottom 😫😫 AND NO ONE ELSE DOESSS. If it’s okay please could you write a Regina and reader fic where the reader is a service top? LOVE YOUUUU

Omg hehe YES!! I can so see her being a power bottom, mmm yes okay so here we go. I’ve never intentionally written this dynamic so here goes nothing, let me know whatcha think. Also thanks for the suggestion love. ���

Pairing: Regina Mills x wife!reader

Summary: Regina’s lover brings her breakfast, a visit that turns… steamy.

******************************************************** Your heels clicked on the hard marble floors as you made you way to your wife’s office. When you got up this morning she wasn’t in bed and her car was long gone so you assumed she had gone into the office, on your way to the station your assumption had been right. So being the amazing wife you were you stopped by Granny’s picking up some pancakes and coffee and made your way to her office.

You stopped outside the door and read the bold letters, Mayor, you knocked softly hearing a very annoyed ‘come in’ from the other side. You could almost feel the eye roll from the woman behind the desk.

You slowly opened the door to see her reading over some paperwork, her elbow on the desk holding fingers pressed against her temple as her other hand held a paper and pen. She didn’t even bother to look up as she heard you enter.

“This better be important or so help me…” she started, looking as annoyed as ever.

“Well that’s no way to greet your lover, is it?” You teased as you walked towards her desk. She looked up at you surprised, her eyes raking over your body as you walked in. You were wearing all black, her favorite, a vest and pant combo, the black shirt underneath to match, your holster and badge displayed on your hip.

“Hello darling.” A smile playing at her plush red lips.

“My love.” You nodded and came around to her, bending down to kiss her soft lips, your hand softly ghosting her cheek. “I missed you this morning.”

“Well duty calls, especially when you work with idiots.”

“Hmm…” you chuckled leaning down to kiss her more passionately.

“So tell me detective, to what do I owe the visit?” She teased, grinning against your lips.

“Can’t I just bring my wife some breakfast?” You poked, kissing her again. Setting the bag and cups on the desk, taking your badge and gun off laying it to the side.

“Mm, depends on what else comes with the breakfast.” She pulled you closer by your belt loops, finally standing to meet you.

“Well whatever her majesty wants she gets…” you trailed, as she pushed her tongue into your mouth, you fought for dominance before just letting her take over.

“Rough morning?” You asked kissing her neck, her perfect red lipstick now smudged.

“Darling you have no idea…” her breath warm against your lips, as you picked her up setting her on her desk

“What can I do to help?” You said pulling back and looking into the mischievous brown orbs as she grinned back at you. She wrapped her toned legs around your waist as her well manicured fingers played with the buttons of your vest.

“I think you know…” she trailed with a smirk, running her tongue seductively along her perfectly white teeth with a smirk.

“Mm… maybe you should lock the door first, wouldn’t want anyone to catch the mayor with her thighs wrapped around my head.” Your low sultry tone gracing her ears.

“Mm…” she chuckled, “why not let everyone know who you belong to, show everyone that you’re the only person that makes me feel this good.” She raised her hand with a little purple wisp and you heard the door lock.

You chuckled, “doesn’t mean they won’t hear you…” you trailed bites and kisses down her neck as her hand tangled in your hair. She pushed your vest off, you leaned back helping her as she ripped your shirt open, buttons hitting the floor and rolling under exquisite furniture, exposing the black lace bra underneath. Black was her color but God did she love seeing it on you.

“I liked that shirt…” you whined while leaning to kiss her. Soft hands were running up your exposed sides, pulling you closer.

“I’ll buy you another one…” she smirked. In between heated kisses you reached back undoing the zipper of her top and pulling it down. Her perky breasts spilling over the exposing black lace lingerie that she wore underneath, you could see her nipples perfectly through the lace.

“Damn you’re gorgeous…” taking in her beautiful body, undoing her bra and tossing it to the side, placing open mouthed kisses down her collar bones and over her luscious breasts. You used your tongue to lightly ghost over a hardened nipple, before pulling it into your mouth, a string of saliva connecting you before moving to the other pulling the soft flesh into your mouth, your fingers moving to the other to tease. Pinching and twisting her nipple between your fingers at first softly but then harsher the pain turning to pleasure for her. The first of many erotic moans falling from her lips. You started leaving little nips, forming little red marks that would be purple by morning. Something that Regina typically didn’t mind, unless she had no way to cover them up and hide them from the office for the rest of the day.

“Y/N, dear…”

“Yes my love?”

“Behave…”

“Or what?”

“I’ll make you…” she groaned out. And you chuckled leaving another mark along her chest, she cocked an eyebrow at you seeing the defiant smirk you had on your face.

“hmm…” you chuckled against her chest and placed small kisses over the now reddened marks. You felt her hand that had been tangled in your hair reach around and grab your neck, slightly squeezing as she lifted you to meet her eyes, her bottom lip trapped under her glossy pearly white teeth, she loved when you mouthed off cause it meant she could put you in your place. One of her legs moved up and settled on the chair behind you, her red bottom stiletto clicking against the handle, you ran a hand up the smooth olive skin slowly pushing up the fabric of her lifted skirt.

“Why don’t you be a good girl and show your queen what that tongue can really do?” She whispered out in a low growl, spreading her legs even wider in front of you as she perched on her desk.

You met her hooded brown eyes and slowly bent down, pulling the chair closer, weaving your arm under her leg that was up on the chair arm, letting it rest over your shoulder while your skilled fingers lifted her skirt. You slowly ghosted your fingers over her clothed core, feeling the small spot of wetness, “so wet for me…” you said breath hot on her thighs as you nipped at her, snapping the waist band of her black lace panties against her hip before slowly sliding them off. She let out an approving moan as she watched you place open mouthed kisses up her thigh, she let her head fall back her mouth open as she chuckled to herself.

You worked your way up her inner thighs, drawing it out the best you could before you felt her hand weave through your hair, forcing your head down closer to her dripping core. You ran your tongue flat against her tasting her. Pulling your fingers through her folds and collecting her slick, looking at it glisten on your fingertips, setting up and watching her through your eyelashes you sucked on your fingers and released them with a pop. “You taste amazing…” you said as she looked into your devious eyes, biting her lip once again. The hand currently in your hair tightened demandingly as you bent down and pulled your tongue over her again, this time coming dangerously close to where she needed you most, watching her as she bit her bottom lip and then pulling her clit into your mouth. Her head fell back in pleasure with a small whine of relief that turned into a groan of pleasure as you used skilled licks and sucks to bring her closer and closer to the edge.

“You look so perfect down there between my legs, eating me out like a good girl.” lewd moans filling the room as you moaned into her sending vibrations through her core.

Thankfully no one was actually around to see how perfect you looked between her legs. Regina was sitting legs spread on her desk, upper torso exposed to the world decorated in an array of reddish purple marks as you were in front of her, her perfectly manicured hand gripped your shoulder as the other tangled in your hair, your hand held her hip steadying her. Her toned leg in her perfect designer heels over your shoulder.

You reached down using two fingers and curling them into the spongy spot that made her go wild, pumping in and out slowly adding a third. You could feel as her thighs clenched around you, her hand forcing you closer and closer, you started to feel lightheaded but you were determined to please your wife.

You felt her thighs begin to shake and her moans become more breathy and frequent as she got closer, chasing her high. You snaked a free hand up and pinched a nipple between your fingers before grabbing her entire boob in your hand. Letting one last low vibration come from your throat as you worked on her clit, you heard her let out one last soft moan working her through her orgasm. Coaxing her until she was lifting her hips away from you, overstimulated by your tongue on her clit.

You sat up and pulled her down into a kiss, feeling her soft plump lips on yours, she could taste herself still on your tongue. Thinking about the fact that she could taste herself when kissing you drove you both wild, a sign that you belonged to her and her only.

“Next time you bring me breakfast I prefer it be in bed, instead of my office…” she chuckled, finally breaking the heated silence and chuckling against your lips.

“Well maybe next time I can fuck you senseless over your desk and I won’t have to worry about going back to work.”

“I’m sure that can be arranged… you are married to the mayor after all.” She smirked, pulling at you ripped shirt, still partial tucked into your pants, pulling you closer and sliding her hands over your smooth skin exposed to her.

Before she could do anything else her desk phone rang and she picked up, “Hello?” She eyed you cautiously.

“Yes, if you don’t mind sending it over…” you eyed her mischievously and bent down to place soft kisses on her thigh before placing one bite drawing a gasp from her lips, risking her wrath for later that night. She hung up the phone and glared at you playfully.

“if I didn’t have to get back to work I would punish you right now…”

“Saved by the mayor then?” You poked sarcastically knowing what would be waiting for you later. With a wave of her hand your outfit was put back together and she was smoothing out her clothes.

“I will see you later tonight my love.” You said kissing her before making your way out.

“Y/N dear?”

“yes?” You turned.

“I seem to be missing…”

“these?” You asked holding up a black lace pair of panties as your trophy, “you’ll get them back later.” You said folding them in your pocket with a smirk.

A stern but excited look crossed over her face knowing you were being a brat on purpose, “you’ll get your punishment tonight.”

“On that note…I love you.” You said with a wink and sly smirk, sliding out of her office as she called a stubborn, I love you, after you.

******************************************************** @poisonappleeater @gayestswiftie @thesamesweetie

[itsgonnagetinspiringsoon]

ok so i know i've literally never posted abt sanders sides before on this blog (i haven't been keeping up for a few years) but i've been tumbling down a waterslide lined with my old hyperfixations for the last few hours and ended up creating D&D au character designs for the core four sides using heroforge. images and descriptions under the cut if you're interested ❤ bonus points if you can guess what classes they are (this is EXTREMELY self-indulgent so pls forgive the ranting abt them, they're very important to me ok)

First up we have Roman! my beloved. one of my first questions when starting his design was how can i make him look as cunty as possible? the answer: heeled boots and winged eyeliner (It's a little tricky to see but he's got gold metallic eyeliner). I ADORE Roman's colour pallet so i kept it as close to accurate as i could, making white the base colour and accentuating it with the gold armor and the dramatic red shoulder cape as my stand-in for his sash. he's wielding a katana OF COURSE how could he not be. he's slaying ⚔ 🐉 and slaying 💅💋

moving on:

Patton. my baby, my honey, my ragtime gal. i decided to make his hair a little longer than roman's bc i thought it made him look softer and more approachable. it was UNBELIEVABLY hard to find something that sort of replaced his cardigan without looking too chunky but i did like this kind of loose tattered mantle, so i went with that. kept the sky blue shirt and gray cardigan/shawl, but gave him more greyish blue pants so they didn't blend into the shirt too much. glasses are round instead of square bc again i thought they made him look friendlier than the square ones. freckles bc i personally think freckles are very cute and patton is very cute so he got freckles. no shoes he's travelling the realms like the gods intended. the dad vibes are strong i want him to give me a hug 🥺

next up:

logan is quite possibly my favourite side so i really wanted to get his design right. the MOST important thing was giving him his iconic necktie, which ended up being pretty much the same color as his canon design. i couldn't give the tie specifically a pattern, so i made his vest stripy like his tie is in the show and i think it looks really good. his glasses are the more classic nerd ones which is perfect for him and i gave him black eyeliner bc i thought it made him look more serious. i added the coat for more of a d&d look (it doesn't make sense to traverse planes wearing a vest and tie) i think it gives him an extra bit of style that i love.

and last but not least:

the Anxious BoiTM himself (i've only had him for five minutes seven years but if anything happened to him etc etc). virgil's was one of the easiest designs aesthetically and hardest mechanically (you'll never guess what class he is guys i took some BIG swings). I knew i wanted him in black and purple (obviously) and i knew i wanted to give him the iconic purple hair dye and eyeshadow. i almost said screw the genre and put him in a zippered hoodie but i do think that a cloak and cowl would suit him very well (good for hiding in) and i found a combo that looked equally cosy and spooky. a bow is good for attacking long range and keeping out of danger (appropriate for anxiety, i thought) and the mask looks intimidating but actually helps him with sensory overload (with the cowl and mask on he's basically in a mini sensory deprivation bubble). an eyebrow ring bc he's edgy idk why honestly i thought it looked cool.

So that's basically it! As i said before if you can guess their respective classes i'll give you a cookie (🍪). since i can't draw, heroforge is usually my go-to for character creation and i have to recommend it (i think i talk abt this site a lot but 🤷‍♀️) it's so helpful for non-artist types like myself.

I hope you enjoyed! please leave comments if you liked they feed me (if you didn't like it, please just move on and don't let me know, i'm doing this for fun and i don't want any negativity please ❤) @thatsthat24 hope you like 🥰

[silverior968]

Dead Men Halloween costumes circa 1970s, Happy Halloween!

[Image ID: A digital drawing of the Dead Men posed for a group photo. The background is dark. To the left, Larrikin dressed as Gomez Addams and Anton dressed as Morticia Addams. Larrikin's hair is slicked back and he's drawn himself a pencil mustache. He's wearing a pin-stripe suit and carrying Anton in his arms, smiling up at him. Anton has dark-colored make-up on and is wearing a black dress and shoes, and holding a rose in one hand. To their right is Skulduggery Dressed as Miss Marple, wearing a pink jacket and skirt combo, white tights and gloves, black shoes and a pink bowler hat with flowers. He also has a gray wig on. To his right is Erskine, dressed as 60s Joker, with face paint, dyed green hair, a green shirt, a black bow and a purple 3-piece suit. Knelt by his feet is Hopeless, shapeshifted to look slightly more feminine, with curly hair and a pink, blood-stained dress and heels. They are dressed up as a Night of the Living Dead zombie, with black lipstick and eyeliner running down their face. They are snarling at the camera. To Erskine's right is Saracen Rue, dressed up as Han Solo, winking. He has his arms crossed and his outfit consists of a white low-cut shirt, a brown vest, brown trousers and shoes and a holster belt. To his right is Dexter, with long wavy hair, dressed as Boromir from Lord of the Rings. He is smiling and his outfit consists of a red cape with a fur lining, a silver tunic with a brown belt and a silver collar with a white gemstone. His trousers are gray and his boots are brown. Finally, in the right side of the drawing is Ghastly Bespoke, dressed as Dolly from Hello, Dolly!. He is wearing a gold dress, and a ginger wig. / End ID]

[carelessflower]

sunday recap 🤭⭐️

going thrift and eating with my friend today, literally just plan this with her yesterday and didn't even know what we gonna eat till we arrive at the mall (longer thread here)

look at my fit (my friend said it giving local mafia) but I feel like that tough foul mouthed best friend in asian drama

korean bbq. not buffet but two person combo (beef, pork belly and chest), which still good, also got some early birthday gift hehe

first try on this demure ass sweater. crazily expensive and doesn't even fit me or my style

two different leather jackets at h&m, my friend said the black one fit me better but I love the red one more lmaoo been obsessed with this color. didn't get it tho I'm a broke hoe and also it literally so hot in my country

so funny story the thrift store we intend to go was in some sorta like old looking apartment complex (kinda their aesthetic vintage outside modern and chic inside) but my friend actually mistook it for the nearest building, which more like basement for stores anyway. i found some cool sunglasses, not really a thrift but it so affordable

this taylor swift tease (store selling super trendy with like a ludicrous amount of money cause tell me why that satan is my sugar baby shirt that I'm pretty sure is copied down from the internet to the color cost like 2 meat buffets)

we finally realized and went to the right! building this time. which is like so many stairs and they charge the elevator because of course they would. after entering and trying several local stores in there I must say....shopping there can really be giving you body image issues like there some really cute pieces but gosh they all have limited size in tinie I'm talking xxs, s and m and literally nothing fit us. and it all the one with the more feminine and trendy designs too

anyway...after all that shenanigans we like walk to third floor for the thrift store my friends found on instagram, ill call this bougey store cause the clothes look very bougey, not really cheap tho and again with the tinie sizes. i did find some real leather jacket and vest (the long jacket smell REALLY weird) for like 10-12 dollars, 12-20$ vintage watches (they have the type that stretches, clip in like it a bracelet also some old fashioned metal clip in the back which is nice) and sunglasses but didn't take any of them cause well the prizes way out my budget also my friend said the sunglasses didn't suit at all

we were kinda disappointed and my friend said let go upstairs cause she saw some poster about this vintage-y place and wanna check it out for a long time. it really did like vintage like the vibe were absolutely vibing, mid pricing, some were kinda basic but like still cute. literally there like three ranges of vest and I know my type's come. narrow down and finally pick the more interesting one, also a win with the loose fit!!!

try on other. that checkered would look really pretty on sb thinner idk tho I really regret not buying that strap one it so perfect pairing with some t-shirt. also check their totes like it so adorable

the last store we went through kinda like it girl store. like it very telling influencers will absolutely race the shit through these. also exp asf. and explain to me why some pieces of them are my taste and I'm broke lol

also went to like a stall when we can make our own perfume and I tried on combination of peony and oolong and white tea and it smell so nice. like really need to look into this in the future

also we had milk tea:D

[deramin2]

Men in suspenders are so hot. Whatever your body type, you put on a pair of suspenders and a collared and I am looking respectfully. Put on those high waisted pants that sit at your body's natural pants place and covers the stomach and doesn't cut through it off under it with a belt.

ID: Brennan Lee Mulligan, a white man with short brown hair, wearing a brown button up shirt with the first few buttons open and brown leather suspenders. He's regarding an old baseball in his left hand. End ID

I mean look at this man. That is such a sexy look. The urge to respectfully run a thumb under those suspender straps is strong. Put a vest over that nd you won't get the shirt bunching up weird in the back because vests NEED high rise pants and it looks gross when your shirt shoes under it. Put on a jacket and the pants will fall at the correct height for the closure.

And they're so much more comfortable, too. Nothing cutting into you restricting you. Pants that stay at exactly your preferred height without slipping. Flexibility. Your pants can move down in the back when you bend over instead of crawling up your ass crack and they'll move back to the right place afterwards.

Plus there are so many designs you can match them to your outfits or get a distinct look. I wear rainbow suspenders most of the time and look 200% gayer automatically.

I've even gotten compliments lately on my shorts and suspenders combo. It's certainly a look but it's comfortable and people seem to like it.

Suspenders are by far the superior pants holding device and it's a crime against humanity that they fell out of fashion.

Best suspenders that will never come off or damage your clothes:

Hold Up Suspender Company

If you've ever wondered if you too should try becoming a suspender guy, this is your sign to do it.

[androidcharles]

A sort of short one off story based on the pic that howlerlight drew for me a while back (seriously, thank you, it looks so cute). There's a lot to note about the backstory of this little mini fic, but just know that it takes place during the Toppat King timeline. With that being said, no TWs, let's get started.

When a case the government forces are working starts going cold, they decide to take drastic measures. "Again?" you might ask, only this time, there's a twist.

Charles leaned his head back against the headboard of his bed, feeling the weight of the pressure of the last few weeks already hanging over him. He didn't want to admit that this was the first time he had ever felt that his job was hard, but between having to do field work and the non stop chasing down of Toppats, he was certain that he might consider quitting.

On top of that, another criminal group was causing trouble down on Earth and with their already limited resources, things were looking pretty grim. At this point, they were now focusing most of their effort on capturing these new crooks and trying to pin them down, ignoring the Toppats (which might be annoying them, but who knows...).

He didn't want to admit that to his dad, General Galeforce, but the pressure was really starting to get to him. Even if he was an android, he still had his limits and they were being reached.

It was than he suddenly got a message from the general himself.

H_Galeforce: Charlie, can you report to my office ASAP? There's something I need to discuss with you.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: More Toppats?

H_Galeforce: Not exactly. Just come to my office and we'll discuss it there.

Charles sighed, pulling himself out of bed and slipping on his shoes. He headed out the door, greeting a few scientists along the way as he walked down the hallway to the elevator and headed out of the science and research building to the offices.

In about a few minutes, he was standing right in front his dad's office, knocking on the door.

"Come in!"

Charles opened the door, peering inside and gasping as he saw none other than a Toppat next to his dad. He felt a horrible feeling in the pit of stomach as he saw this.

Had the Toppats won? Were they making them surrender? Had they taken full control?

"Come on in, Charlie, this is really important, so you need to listen very carefully," General Galeforce said. Charles gulped as he cautiously entered the office, seeing static on the edges of vision as he took a closer look at the Toppat in the office.

He had to admit, he was pretty handsome. Bright eyes, one a beautiful aquamarine and the other a soft pink with fluffy black hair framing his face perfectly. He was dressed pretty sharply in a black and white vest-dress shirt combo, a black top hat with a white ribbon tied around it. A beautiful set of stars was stuck on the side of his top hat as well, which only cemented that this Toppat must be fascinated with the stars.

"Charlie, I know that it seems bad that there's a Toppat in this office right now, but I can assure you that there's a logical explanation for why this is the case," General Galeforce said.

"I'd like to know..." Charles muttered, crossing his arms as he glared at the Toppat. He only smiled and waved at him in response, returning the glare.

"This is Rupert Price. He works for the detective's division of the Toppat Clan. I know it seems unethical to rely on Toppats in this circumstance considering the success of their rocket launch, but we have a dire situation on our hands." General Galeforce clasped his hands together on top of his desk, a sort of serious look on his face.

"We've lost too many good men to this new faction that has popped up recently. There's been way too many casualties, several more than the Toppat Clan has ever caused. And despite the fact that the Toppats are our enemies, unfortunately, they have more ties to this criminal organization than any other criminal group we've interrogated so far."

"And what makes you think they won't stab us in the back like a certain somebody?" Charles said, the venom in his voice obvious. He was of course, referring to Henry, who a couple months back, had betrayed them for the highest status in the Toppat Clan: the leadership role.

"Because we hate these people as much as you do," Rupert said, "I, personally have a score to settle with them..."

"What's that?" Charles said.

"None of your business is what it is!" Rupert said.

"Charlie, stand down. Either way, Mr. Price will be assisting you, along with a couple of other Toppats from the detective's division in order to help us corner this group. We've had to give a couple dozen pardons in exchange, but in all honesty, it'll be worth it if we can capture the leader of this group," General Galeforce said.

"Are you sure about this, General? Last time we trusted a criminal to do our dirty work..."

"Aw, come on, mate! You're telling me you don't trust me? Listen, I want these guys taken down as much as you do. And if you do this for us, we won't give you guys trouble for a while. It's only fair!" Rupert said, approaching Charles with his arms behind his back. Charles felt himself overheating as he stared into Rupert's eyes, glancing away as he sighed.

"Fine, fine, I'll work with him, but don't expect me to be nice!" Charles said.

"You don't have to. I can only imagine that with the small upgrades we've given you over the past month, you won't have to worry about overexerting yourself to keep these Toppats in line," General Galeforce said.

"I want to be able to fly," Charles said. General Galeforce chuckled, the first time Charles had seen him smile in a while.

"Maybe if you pull this off, I'll consider it. Now go on, you two. And you know what to do if he gives you trouble."

"Sir, yes sir," Charles said as he headed out the door, Rupert following closely behind.

"C'mon than. Pablo may be a patient fellow, but Bloodhound certainly isn't," Rupert said. Charles glanced at Rupert as he followed behind him.

"Say, Rupert, what's this score you have to settle with this criminal group? Just out of curiousity," Charles asked. Rupert let out a sigh, turning back towards him as he faced Charles, a look of rage and determination in his eyes.

"They hurt someone that I love a long time ago. And I want revenge...." Rupert said, his voice filled with anger as he turned around and headed back down the hallway. Charles stood there in stunned silence before nodding his head, racing down the hall to catch up with him and meet these two other Toppats... whoever they were.

[arkus-rhapsode]

Rating Fire Emblem Engage Casual Outfits

So FE Engage gave us FE characters in personalized casual wear. Which I think FE fan artist have dreamt up for a long time. So I’m gonna look through everyone of them and tell you what I think.

First up is the Alears

I gotta be honest their casual clothes just don't took that different from their standard outfits. I think Female Alear's looks better in the sense it does feel more loose and casual while Male Alear's is pretty layered. 

So Male Alear I'm giving a 5/10 and for Female 6/10

Following that we have Vander

I love how Vander's definition of casual is three piece suit, monocle, dinning jacket, and an ascot that puts Miles Edgeworth to shame. I think it works so well though for him 

Vander: 8/10

Gonna lump these Clanne and Framme together given how similar, yet distinct they look. 

Both are a shorts + jacket combo  with how each of them wear it fitting their personalities, Clanne's being more straight and fitted while Framme's is baggy and left open. Between the two, I think Framme wears it better especially knowing how they look underneath, the hat itself also just brings her whole look together. Clanne's is still good but its much more generic 

Clanne: 6/10 Framme: 7/10

Alfred

I honestly expected Alfred to look like he was always in a tracksuit, but I guess that wasn't princely enough. Not personally a fan of how the patterns on his shoulders are designed because it only works if he's keeping his arms at his sides full time. Also what is this yugioh double belt non sense and is that a whip at his side? 

Alfred: 3/10

Now for his sister, Celine

You remember Celine's normal outfit of the huge cumbersome dress? Well what if we paired that down into a breezy summer dress? The lighter pastles really work for her, with my only complaint being the cloth wrapped around her legs. If you want stockings, wear stockings. If you don't, don't. 

 Celine: 7/10

Next is Boucheron

Boucheron is a simple bulky boy so this makes sense. Pants, undershirt and collared shirt with some nifty design near the collar. Works for him but doesn't try anything 

Boucheron: 5/10

Now for Etie

Etie's casual outfit is like Alear's in that it looks way too close to their combat on. Just has different shoes and pulled her shirt down. Its not bad. And I do like her green and orange. But its just not much different for me. 

Etie: 5/10

Louis

I appreciate seeing an armor knight out of his armor. Plus is more turquoise color is nice and funky. Anyway very fitting for a butler type like him. I especially like the spats shoes most of all. 

Louis: 7/10

Next up is Chloe

It is perfectly Disney princess for her. Yet also has the charm of a village girl. Really like the the embroidery plus the shoulders being covered with the neck exposed. The pumps feel a bit much for her though. 

 Chloe: 8/10

Jean

Speaking of cute, school boy Jean. Went from a Ghibli character to a protag in a young boy's school series. I personally love seeing Jean not only loses his hat, but also see him wearing his glasses. The blue and green darker colors pair so well with the white being not over powering and bringing it all together. 

Jean: 9/10

On to Brodia with its first prince, Diamant

Diamant here looking like he came off another RPG. Look at this man he is strapped while just casually standing around. I will say though I do quite like the burgundy vest and the tanned shirt. With the fur lined cuffs of the jack being just the right amount of classy yet practical. Sadly is knee stocks and his ankle boots feel weirdly disconnected. 

Diamant: 6/10

On to his brother, Alcryst

Alcryst here takes Diamant's whole outfit and I think improves on it in nearly every way. First of all losing some of the unnecessary belts and while the red vest blended more with the browns, Alcryst's blue waist coat not only adds some need visual pop but also a really neat embroidery. He ditches Diamant's knee stocks plus ankle boots for some actual knee-high boots and it looks much better. I also like how the jacket does highlight the difference of his physique, hanging a bit more loose given he's not as bulky as Diamant. The only negative I have is the white gloves. Why? Who do you think you are? Hubert? Its just clashes in the worst way and really only exists to oppose Diamant's gloves. But overall its tight. 

Alcryst: 10/10

To the retainers! First is Amber

Y'know you to this point I could see all these casual outfits fitting a fantasy euro setting. Amber's however legit looks like he's some guy on the north east school football team. With his letterman jacket and wool cardigan. However, I must admit, I appreciate the commitment to the alpaca branding. And yes the wool does look comfy. 

Amber: 5/10

Jade

We have another armor knight out of their armor and once again its great. Jade's simple look really fits her personality with the single dress shirt supported by a midriff tighter does make her seem much more skinnier than you'd think she'd be, but still makes her upper body look strong. Also that hair un obscured by her helmet is just nice. 

Jade: 7/10

Now for Citrinne

Citrinne was a welcomed surprise. I had assumed her being super rich meant her casual outfit would be something ornate and high society, but instead she goes the opposite. Probably because her standard outfit is already a gown her casual clothes really feel like a step towards an actual streetware look. They keep her dress's basic elements like the brown with gold tips and shorten it up to her thighs, then add on some black leggings which her her a really tall yet shapely figure accented by these red heels. But the thing I like most of all is her coat. She had white in her design already with her boa, but now there's much more white with this nice over jacket. The fur neckline is also great, giving her both a cozy feeling yet also a damn she's rich vibe. Really does capture Citrinne of being a girl of wealth but not flaunting it in everyway intentionally. 

Citrinne: 10/10

Now for her partner, Lapis

Talk about cute. While Chloe blended the princess/commoner girl feel well, Lapis really does look like a girl from the country side. Seeing her go from her armor to this more breezy dress is a delight but the thing I like most is her shoes. A common observation of women wearing casual ware in JRPGs is they only seem to wear heels or boots, but Lapis goes with what I'd actually think someone from her background would, mary janes. 

Lapis 8/10

Its time to get Sappy with Yunaka

Once again, another banger outfit.  Yunaka going from her body suit to this more knee length dress and small sweater and dress shirt just feels perfectly on brand for her when she's not on duty. I especially like the slight color difference between her sweater and dress. Its just a well balance outfit. Not a big fan of the platform boots though. 

Yunaka: 9/10

Now this one was tough, just like Saphir herself

Saphir and her docksider outfit is just chef's kiss. Design wise its not particularly that unique, but what brings it together is emphasis on Saphir's muscular frame. Muscle shirt plus the fingerless guantlets is just great. Seeing a muscular older lady of color, what could go wrong? Well probably the fact that she's not actually old she's only 35! Yeah, really. Anyway, this is about grading fashion and while I love Saphir's design, can't say her outfit isn't what I'd have expected it to be. 

Saphir: 6/10

On to Solm with its future queen, Timerra

Timerra is once again a simple one, but it feels like it has more personality to it. I don't just say that about the color. But the wavy dress plus the loose croptop with holder sports bra look actually gives her a real ethnically unique look that doesn't feel like it falls into some sexualized amazonia/nubian woman feel that is kinda common for people to associate with poc women in fantasy. In my personal taste its a little too colorful for me, but I still like it. 

Timerra: 8/10

Now onto her brother, Fogado

So fun fact I first saw him on the Somniel in this outfit when he was playing guitar by the campsite and I recall clearly what went through my mind at that moment; "This man gets it". Like the black shirt and pants pulled to expose his shoulders and his calves would already be enough, but top it off with a chic yet colorful scarf is beautiful. The cyan belt are a but off, though I'd say it was to help break up the black and give his upper body some more definition. 

Fogado: 9/10

Merrin

Speaking of great fashion, we have Merrin and man everything about this works. The white undershirt length reaching her lap, the tighter shirt that makes it up to her collar without exposing any cleavage or pushing it up, her short jacket with the fur tips, and those banging high heeled boots tipped with gold that emphasize but ass kicking and fashion. It's all great. Such a shame about the tail. It's almost so ridiculous I want to give it a pass, but seeing her without it just looks much better. 

Merrin: 9/10

Panette

Panette going in her goth girl halloween outfit. Jokes aside I actually like this one more than her regular fit. But... its like Amber's as it feels a bit more out there for the setting, The rainbow stitches are really nice though. 

Panette: 5/10

Bunet

Bunet here feels like a fresher Boucheron. Like right down to the color pallet. But the apron coat paired with the ascot really does give him a fine look. I will say, while it fits for his chef persona... There's just too much material in the back for me. 

Bunet: 5/10

On to Pandreo

What do priests wear when not in their raiments? Well fuck boy style if Pandreo is to be believed. I kid of course, I appreciate the restraint to not go full frat bro with his outfit. The half tucked shirt and the sneakers without socks though was not helping exactly. But they classy him up with coat and scarf. Its good and fits his personality. 

Pandreo: 7/10

Seadall

Okay scratch what I said about Pandreo being the fuck boy. This man is definitely a fuck boy. He has a damn titty window! But once again, not too different from Seadall's normal outfit. It looks like he took the piece of clothing he usually wears around his waist and started wearing it. This also really makes his color scheme seem altered going from primarily red and black to a purple and black fit. 

Seadall: 4/10

To we make our way to Elusia, starting with their new Queen Ivy

Okay just full on elegant goth girl and I love it. Yes even the commitment to her headdress. The dark purple overall with just the uneven furnishes really makes this all come together. 

Ivy: 10/10

Hortensia

On the complete opposite end of the spectrum we have Hortensia. While you'd expect her to go for cute as it is her personality, she really does actually make it different from say some standard moe fit. The fiery pink plus the black with hints of blue give it a real stand out quality. With the gloves and the patterned leggings build on it in a good way making this almost pop punk princess look. The biggest knock against this for me are the up turned pointy shoes. That's just a yikes from me. 

Hortensia: 8/10

Zelkov

Look at this steampunk Specer's gifts man and his Nomura belts. Look, I like Zelkov, really do. And I like how straight to the point this fit his for him. Ditches his long cloak and now we got his tight leather vest with way too many buckles and his tight leather pants with more buckles. Its impractical and yet kinda raw. 

Zelkov: 7/10

Kagetsu

Overall, I like the Japanese rep with Kagetsu's fit. The looser feeling really fits his personality and covering up his usually exposed arms with this more brighter off white is also a good choice. But I just can't sign off on the onigiri pants. I can't. It looks like he's wearing pajamas. 

Kagetsu: 4/10

Next up to the certified cutie (he told me he was himself) Rosado

Okay maybe I should take back my Spencer's gifts comment on Zelkov and apply it to Rosado because man he looks like he just walked out of there with a bag of dark lights. I had though maybe Rosado would got for something more frilly given how they decorate their wyvern, but this dark emo princess actually still fits. Yeah even the weirdly mistmatch stocking/sock and two different slippers, I think its fitting for Rosado. I think their hair is also kinda tying it together. 

Rosado: 6/10

Onto his elegant partner, Goldmary

Goldmary has a lot of the same energy to her casual fit as Lapis does. Which is fitting given the similar backgrounds. She actually looks like a girl from the countryside and has a rustic charm to her. However, seeing her got from her usual peacocking armor to this more down to earth fit really gives this more wholesome vibe to her. And once again, the shoes just feel so right. Flat boots ankle boots just add to the country feel and love it. 

Goldmary: 8/10

Next up Anna-I mean, Lady Anna

Anna honestly pretty cute all bundled up. Which is funny as she looks the most like she's from Elusia compared to everyone else from there given its a... winter country. But yes its child-like and I think it works for the game's interpretation of Anna. 

Anna: 7/10

Coming up on the end, we have Lindon

Lindon traded his sage robes... for more sage robes. Given he's the oldest human on the cast, I didn't think he's have like a foxy grandpa look to him, but like Etie and Boucheroun it doesn't feel that much different from his combat outfit. 

Lindon: 5/10

Now onto our rep from the villains, first with Veyle

So here we have Veyle. Honestly dressing the evil mind controlled her in a pure white outfit makes sense and I do get the girlishness they want to invoke with her almost school girl like dress. But there's a few little things about this that just don't work for me like gloves seems to have changed from being up the forearm to being wrist length. I would've kept the gloves as is. Then there's the shoes. I like we gave Veyle some shoes but I feel like sandals fit more with her shoeless previous look than these slip-on heels. Also she still has on her ankle cuffs. which feels a tad wrong. The lace is really nice though

Veyle: 6/10

Last but not least, we have Mauvier

Like I said, love to see armor knights out of their armor and Mauvier seems the most casual of all. His outfit is basic while fitting his strong frame. With the biggest flourish being his vest and its ornate coloring. I think its the right amount of color the mixes with his darker colors.

Mauvier: 8/10

[talesfromthecoffeeshop]

The First Time

It had been raining earlier. Puddles of water reflected the street lights, with cars sending droplets flying as they drove by. It was late, but she did not know the time. She was too scared to look at her phone. It had gone off more than a few times in her purse, no doubt with text messages.

He had been really nice. He still was. He hadn’t done anything wrong; he had been patient and loving. So what was the problem?

She wiped the tears from her cheeks, and tried to gather her tangled mess of hair into a ponytail. Damned humidity always made it do this. She stepped into an alley to get out of the breeze, and stepped into a puddle that was deeper than it looked. Her foot sank to the ankle, nearly snapping the heel off.

“Wonderful.” She muttered, and leaned against the wall to remove her high heels. “What am I doing?” She looked up at the sky. Unfortunately, the city lights were bright, and not a single star could be seen. Sighing, she looked at her foot. 

Still a foot. Lucky. She tested her weight on it, and it seemed fine. With a deep breath, she decided that perhaps it was time to look at her phone.

A wonderful aroma caught her attention instead. It smelled like coffee, but there was something else too. Something… wonderful. Nostalgic. She took a look down the alleyway and saw a small neon sign. Not too bright, she doubted that she would have been able to see it from the street.

Velvet Aroma, the sign read. Right underneath was a small door, an open sign hanging from a nail in the center. 

Suspicious. Who would open a coffee shop in the back of an alley? But that smell…

~~~

A small bell rang above her head as she opened the door. The inside was small, only a few scattered tables, as well as a bar. The lights were low, but still bright enough that navigation wasn’t hard. It felt… welcoming, somehow. Behind the bar were various machines, likely for coffee, given the smell. It was still quite late, and it looked like the only other patron currently was a girl at the bar. 

Long, bouncy blonde hair fell down her back, and she was wearing a dark blue party dress. It fit her quite well. She was engaged in conversation with someone who looked to be the only employee. They wore a white shirt and black vest combo, typical to a lot of bartenders. Dark hair tied back, they had piercing green eyes that met hers. 

For a moment, she was afraid she had walked into the wrong place. But then, the bartender smiled. “Welcome to the Velvet Aroma. Please sit wherever you like. I will be with you momentarily.” The bartender’s voice was a bit melodic. Like they were about to start singing. 

She looked around the room, and seeing the empty tables, decided that the bar was probably the best option for being served quickly. She sat down on one of the stools, making sure that one was still between her and the other patron. Settled in, she looked up and met the eyes of the blonde. A gorgeous blue, the blonde was smiling at her. 

“Well, aren’t you a cute little thing?” She had an accent she couldn’t quite place. Southern, maybe? “Not many people like coffee this time of night. Call me Blondie, by the way.”

Blondie? Clearly not her real name. “I can see you thinking, ‘that can’t be her real name’, and you’d be right. But, Vel’s rules. No real names. They’re a real stickler for it.” Blondie nodded towards the bartender, who was currently making a drink. 

Okay. That was a little weird. “I’m.. Allie, I guess.”

Blondie’s smile grew bigger. “Good to meet you Allie! So, like I was saying, what brings you for the finest cup of coffee in town so late at night?”

Allie’s breath caught. She had been distracted by the odd sight, and had nearly forgotten what had sent her into this in the first place. Her night flooded back into her like a waterfall, and tears began to gather in her eyes once more. She struggled to hold back a sob.

The bartender chose this moment to set a small cup and saucer filled with brown liquid in front of her. Steam rose from it, and the aroma calmed her down. 

“I didn’t order anything yet.” Allie choked out as the tears retreated once more. The bartender, Vel, from the look of her nametag, only nodded, and replied, “I know. Drink.”

Allie considered for a moment. A strange, back alley shop, with a strange bartender, with a strange rule about names? Alarm bells should be going off like crazy. But they weren’t. So, throwing all logic to the wind, she drank.

The taste was wonderful. It tasted of coffee, but also of cinnamon, and chocolate, and honey. It tasted of her mother’s fresh baked snickerdoodles that she had helped roll on a summer afternoon. Of the fresh pages of a book she had just bought. It tasted like everything Allie loved, somehow in a small cup.

“What… is this?” Allie asked.

“The house special.” Vel replied, before stepping over to a sink, where she began to wash out a few mugs.

Allie took another sip, its warmth sinking into her chest. She glanced over at Blondie, who was grinning at her.

“Good stuff, right?” Blondie asked. Allie nodded. The tension in her throat had eased, but the gloom of her evening still hung over her.

“Can I ask you something?” Allie spoke, the words escaping her mouth without her permission.

“You are in the right place, hun. Your troubles are all out there. Nothing in here but us.” Blondie took a drink from a martini glass, and gave the olive a little twirl with her finger, her attention now fully on Allie.

“Have you ever… been in love?” Allie began.

~~~

It all came tumbling out of her mouth like a floodgate. Allie had met him through a friend seven months ago. He was amazing. Considerate, kind, and a sense of humor that made her laugh while others groaned. And his pasta was amazing. She loved to spend time with him, loved to talk with him, loved being around him.

They had kissed on his couch when he had made his amazing pasta for movie night. It had been Allie’s first kiss. First romantic… anything really. Twenty seven years of life, and a romantic relationship had never really come up, until it had suddenly fallen into her lap. So they kissed, and Allie left that night, confused but excited.

They began to date in earnest. Visiting museums together, going out with their friends, game nights, all of these wonderful things. They kissed again, and again. It was… exciting. So, what was the natural next step?

Allie knew what the next step was. But, she avoided it. She was scared. Why? Just push through it, you idiot. Don’t you love him? So, she had decided that tonight was that night. 

Her birthday was later that month, so they had decided to have a fancy dinner with just the two of them. An excuse to get all fancy and dress up. They had gone to her favorite restaurant, an Italian place whose pasta was good, but maybe not as good as his. They had laughed and enjoyed a wonderful meal. Then, back to his place. 

Anxiety had begun to build, but she had pressed it back down. They went to his bedroom, and began to kiss. She helped him out of his shirt, and he helped her out of her dress. Half naked in front of him, she felt cold. He had smiled at her, and said, “Allie, I love you. You are beautiful and wonderful.” 

And that had broken her. She had quickly put her dress back on, grabbed her shoes and purse, then left, ignoring his confusion. 

~~~

Blondie sipped her drink as Allie finished, now breathless and teary. At some point, Allie had started crying. Silently, Blondie presented a handkerchief, which Allie took gratefully. 

“That’s a tough story,” Blondie said. “You asked if I have ever been in love? Well, compared to you, I don’t think I have.” She chuckled.

“Love comes in many different shapes. I am sure you’ve heard that before. So, what’s wrong with you? I can’t really say. I don’t think there IS anything wrong with you, personally. Intimacy is something that is really hard for a lot of people. And intimacy means different things to different folk. I have had girls in my bed screaming my name, saying they loved me, who disappeared as soon as I asked them how they liked their coffee.”

Blondie downed the rest of her martini. “You are not broken, Allie. You are scared. Scared of, well, only you know. You might be scared that you won’t like sex. You might be scared that you will like sex too much. You might be scared of how your relationship will change. That if it goes bad, that the relationship will too. Only you can say.”

At some point, another martini had appeared in front of Blondie, and she took another sip. “You are a beautiful girl, and had you not been talking about your relationship issues, I would be in a much more flirty mood. It sounds like you have a good thing, and you are afraid of losing it. It also sounds like your lover is a good person. He will understand. Talk with him. You can understand each other. I mean, isn’t that why we came up with language? To try and understand each other?” Blondie gave her another wide grin.

Allie laughed. She felt like her shoulders had loosened, if only just a bit. “Thank you, Blondie.” She stood up, and gave Blondie a half hug. “What do I owe for the drink?”

Vel’s voice waltzed into her ears from down the bar. “Nothing. You merely came in for a chat and some advice. A simple thing. Nothing that needs to be charged for.”

Allie smiled, and gave Vel a nod. She waved at Blondie a last time, then left.

~~~

Once out of the alley, she checked her phone. 2 Unread messages. Strange, it showed that she had just got them. But she had to have been in the coffee shop for at least an hour. She turned around. She swore she had only walked a few steps, but the alley she had come out of was gone. 

She shook her head, then opened her phone.

-I am sorry if I hurt you. Please be safe.

-I love you.

 Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes once more, but this time she wasn’t so scared. She made a call.

~~~

Two months had passed. Spring rains had given way to summer. She had work in the morning, so she had left his house for the night. Things had been going well. They talked, and laughed, and loved each other. She was excited for each new day.

Headlights passed her by as she felt the warm summer breeze blow her hair out behind her. It was a wonderful feeling. Then, a familiar aroma greeted her nose.

With a quick turn, she walked down that alley she had found months ago. A familiar neon greeted her, and she quickly opened the door. A bell jingled above her head, and she saw a familiar bar and bartender.

“Welcome.” Vel said with a smile. “Will you be having your usual?”  

[whowantshota]

SPIN BOUT U —— park sunghoon

oneshot — spin bout u collection

in which after a bad day, your sugar daddy is there to make it all right again.

warnings ☆ MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. smut, fluff, sugar daddy x stripper, daddy kink, tit sucking, reader wears sunghoon's shirt, softdom!sunghoon, warnings to be added

"Do you ever think I'm not good enough for you?"

Sunghoon freezes in the frame of the front door; half of his coat hanging off of his shoulders. His brows are furrowed, lips pursed as he ponders.

You watch him bite the inside of his cheek, "Why would you think that?"

You blink at him, like he's supposed to understand. He doesn't for the record. Especially not after a tough day of work—coming home to you in a mood is not what he wanted.

When you don't answer immediately, Sunghoon sighs, and starts to strip off the jacket, draping it over his arm before starting off down the hall.

You follow him watching the way the white collar shirt and vest combo stretches over the expanse of his back.

"Didn't I tell you there's no point in keeping up with the tabloids?" Sunghoon's voice resounds off of the walls. He stops to peer at your figure, arms crossed over your chest as you follow behind him.

There's a slight frown stretching across your face. "Well, it's not like I can completely avoid it." You sniffle, hugging yourself tighter, finding warmth in the size of Sunghoon's t-shirt.

"Then there's nothing I can do about that." He grumbles. He turns his back to you, stalking further into the kitchen. He leans against the kitchen counter, gesturing for you to settle down on one of the bar stools.

You huff. That's not the answer you expected. You don't expect him to be sunshine and rainbows, but it'd be nice to actually hear something you want to hear, at least for today.

Sunghoon notices the (obvious) change in your attitude. His lips flatten out in a flat line, and he watches your upperhalf slump over the counter. Even if you're thoroughly upset, at least your tits look good pressed up against cold marble.

"'m not good enough." You mumble, dropping your face into your arms. The counter is cold against your cheek, making the warmth you feel when Sunghoon comes up behind you a stark contrast.

"Come on baby, don't say that." Sunghoon murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your head.

His hands come around your neck, massaging your skin down and towards you collar bone.You shiver when they rest, fingers drumming along you clavicle.

"Need daddy to help you cheer up, hmm?" He teases, pushing your chin up so that you're head is tilting backwards. You can see all of his face—from a strange angle, though all of his face nonetheless.

Sunghoon smiles at the way you tense up. Pressing another kiss to your forehead. "I buy you designer to lounge around in, but you'd rather wear my old t-shirts."

"Cause 's more comfy." You say. He hums in agreement.

"Guess you look good in them too." He points out, releasing his hold on you. But before you can do anything, he's spun your stool around and is kissing the skin on your chest that isn't covered by the shirt.

When Sunghoon initiates sex, it's almost never like this. And when it is, it picks up sooner or later. But he's still going so slow, peppering soft kisses to your sternum.

"S'not enough." He says, kneeling in front of the stool and at the same time, grabbing a fist fill of your shirt. He tugs it up to reveal your tits, let's you shrug the rest off while his left hand fondles your boob, right hand sitting high up on your thigh. You shudder at the feeling of Sunghoon's tongue on your tit, warm mouth capturing your nipple.

He looks up at you with big eyes, humming against your skin. You don't know what he's saying, but fuck, it feels good.

His hand reaches further down, to the waistband of your shorts. There's a playful tug before Sunghoon is dragging them along your skin, gradually pulling then off and revealing your pretty cunt.

A sharp inhale comes from the man before you and you watch the way he runs a hand through his hair, running his tongue over his lower lip. "Baby... fuck. You drive me fuckin' crazy."

His strong hand presses against your legs, spreading them wider so that he can see your soaked pussy. "No panties today? You were just waiting for daddy to come home and take care of you, huh?"

His palm presses against your folds before he pushes two fingers inside of you, curling until the the cool metal of his ring presses against your warm core. You're already too gone to notice the way Sunghoon watches you, listens to the filthy sounds your cunt makes and the dirty whimpers that leave your mouth.

"Daddy, faster, please, please, p-please-"

Sunghoon smirks, still fucking his fingers into you at a lethargic pace that has you crying out. "Yeah, daddy hears you. Daddy's gonna show you how much more than enough you are, okay?"

Sunghoon pulls you off of the stool, a guiding hand on your waist as he presses you against the counter. He kisses you, sucks on your bottom lip; to busy devouring your adorable whines to bother about the mess of saliva you're making.

You chase his lips when he starts to pull away, but he stops you, tutting and pressing a finger to your swollen lips. "Want daddy bend you over the counter and fuck you?" There's a wide grin stretching across his face at the way you're lips are quivering. With his ringed hand, he cups your cunt, thumbing your clit, grin only growing when you try to close your legs. "Gonna let daddy take care of this cunt?"

A barely audible 'please' comes out of your mouth, and before you could even beg again, Sunghoon's got you bent you over the counter, fished out his cock, thick with a vein running down down the length of it, tip swollen and slick with pre-cum.

He fits so well in you, head of his cock pushing past your pussy lips and making you cry out. He adores the way your hands try to grab onto the edge of the counter while his thrusts into you. You mewl when his hands reach for your hair, giving a softer yank before he tugs you back towards him.

Something about the way you arch backwards, the way you call for him, tone so needy.

"You're all mine, alright?" He grunts, hands skimming over the curve of your ass. You're so hot, clenching on his cock like a good girl. "You're enough, more than w-whatever the fuck enough is."

Sunghoon's hand slides from your hair down to the back of your neck, squeezing tightly. His cock twitches, enveloped by the warmth of your cunt. He groans, voice breathy as he speaks. "You're all good baby, I'll fuck em out of you."

drops u on a cliff hanger

[damenschapparel]

How to Style Mens Pants: A Cool Guide

Pants, the unsung heroes of a man's wardrobe. Often overlooked, they have the power to make or break an outfit. But fear not, gentlemen! In this witty guide, we will unravel the mysteries of pants styling and help you elevate your fashion game to new heights. So grab your trousers and let's dive in!

1. The Classic Chinos: A Timeless Affair

-Chinos, the epitome of versatility, are a must-have in every man's closet. Pair them with a crisp white shirt and a navy blazer for a sophisticated yet effortless look. Remember, the devil is in the details, so roll up those cuffs and show off your stylish socks!

2. Denim Done Right: The Rebel Within

Denim, the rebel of the pants family, can be your best friend when styled correctly. Opt for a slim or straight fit and pair them with a well-fitted t-shirt or a casual button-down. Don't be afraid to experiment with distressed or ripped jeans to add that extra edge to your outfit. Just remember, less is more, so keep the accessories minimal.

3. Suit Up: The Power of Tailored Trousers

- When it comes to formal occasions, tailored trousers are your go-to. Invest in a well-fitted suit and opt for classic colors like navy, charcoal, or black. Remember, fit is king, so make sure your trousers are tailored to perfection. Pair them with a crisp dress shirt, a patterned tie, and polished shoes to complete the dapper look.

4. The Bold Statement: Embrace Patterns and Colors

Who says pants have to be boring? Dare to be different and embrace patterns and colors. Whether it's plaid, checks, or bold hues, let your pants do the talking. Keep the rest of your outfit simple and let your vibrant trousers steal the show. After all, life is too short for dull pants!

5. Athleisure Chic: Comfort meets Style

The rise of athleisure has revolutionized men's fashion, and pants are no exception. Opt for joggers or track pants with a tailored fit and pair them with a fitted hoodie or a bomber jacket. Remember, the key is to strike a balance between comfort and style. So, say goodbye to baggy sweatpants and hello to athleisure chic!

If you want to have a better idea of the types of pants that are currently in fashion, you can check out this blog.

Conclusion

Gentlemen, it's time to take your pants game to the next level. With these witty tips, you'll be a master of pants styling in no time. Remember, confidence is the key, so wear your pants with pride and let your personal style shine through. Whether you're rocking classic chinos, denim, tailored trousers, bold patterns, or athleisure, embrace your inner fashionista and make a statement. So go forth, gentlemen, and conquer the world, one stylish pair of pants at a time!

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Bravus Vesperia Magica (Ch. 2)

(Basically a Magical Boy/Girl AU origin story!) Read here on Ao3 [x] (Notes at the end) Read Chapter 1 here! [x] Hi, hello there! Big Lore Dump incoming in this one and thus begins my reign of taking blastia and being like "I like these shiny rocks. I'm making my own rules now"! This one isn't as long as the first chapter but it's still pretty lengthy Haha. I actually intended for it to end at a later point but thinking about it now, I like this ending point. Plus, it means I can get it out before my trip at the end of the month.

Chapter 2: Brave Vesperia's Beginning

After grabbing onto the small red stone that seemed to pulsate with a strange feeling of power, Yuri was slammed with a multitude of thoughts, feelings and senses that made his head spin.

The first thing he noticed was that the stone in his hand seemed to explode in a bright light that almost blinded him before it seemed to fizzle away from his palm. Before he could even question it though, he felt a hard object suddenly materialize onto his wrist. Peeking one eye through the blinding light revealed a golden bracelet resting on his left wrist, the red stone embedded in the golden metal. If it wasn’t already weird enough, the stone seemed to flicker in place for a moment before Yuri felt his entire wardrobe light up as a warm feeling seemed to wash over him. 

His sliced up and bloodied uniform seemed to tear away from his body, only to instantly be replaced by a dark colored tunic with white accents and dark vest fitting loosely onto his body. He feels a sash wrap around his waist, holding the loose shirt and vest combo into place. Along with his tunic, he also finds that his school pants have turned to black trousers, covered by a pair of light brown unbuttoned boots that almost reach up to his knees. His dark hair, normally tied up with a pin to keep his hair out of his face, is let loose as it falls past his face and down to his lower back. To finish off this transformation, he feels something else materialize into his left hand, where he had held the stone from before. 

Opening his eyes, he finds himself staring at a long and skinny blade held firmly in his hand. The blade was sheathed, the brown casing protecting the metal within with a white cloth tied around it, near the golden hilt of the blade. Almost like it was on instinct, Yuri is whipping around, swinging the blade hard as he forces the sheath to be thrown to the side. With a certain grace and speed that he was unaware that he had before, he tosses the blade up into the air and catches it with his hand before swinging it over his shoulder.

That… was the second thing he noticed. Another familiar feeling settled into his chest. He handled this blade with ease and he couldn’t help but wonder if he had messed around with this blade before. That, obviously, was insane to think of. He would remember if he had any prior sword training before this and he was pretty certain that he didn’t have any gaps missing from his childhood memories. At least from when he would have been able to pick up a sword.

Yet, the feel of this sword was extremely familiar and gave him an at-home feeling. Not only that, but the knowledge of how to use this blade in particular flooded his brain. Knowledge of how to swing the blade in just the right way to get the best results, certain sword tricks and moves that he’s sure is not proper sword etiquette… it all rushed in and it left him feeling overwhelmed, confused…

…and oddly exhilarated.

As the light fades away, Yuri finds himself standing tall with newly recovered confidence. He was still wounded, he could feel it on his cheeks, his chest, his hand… But even as wounded as he was, he still couldn’t help but feel like he could keep going. He glances down to Estelle, who is staring up at him with bright, wide eyes before her mouth, previously dropped open in surprise, changes to a wide smile as she begins to reach out to him. “Yuri, you–”

“Finally!” The loud and grating maniacal voice screams out suddenly and Estelle instinctively yanks her hand back and turns to face Zagi, who’s leering excitedly in Yuri’s direction. Yuri quickly grabs Estelle’s arm and pushes her behind him as Zagi happily takes a step forward. “That’s the Yuri I know! Sword and all! Surely you remember me now, right?”

He didn’t. Despite the knowledge of swordplay that the weird rock pumped into his head at lightning speed (Still weird, by the way! Would never not be weird! Ever!) , he still did not have a single damned clue as to who this guy was. But now, he could at least confidently rub it into his face. 

Yuri hums casually as he takes a few steps forward, twirling his blade between his fingers with the same grace he had before. He was always agile and quick with his fingers. The amount of knife tricks he was capable of doing was absolutely mind blowing (plus, there was something funny about practically hearing Flynn’s heart drop in his chest every time he fumbled the tiny blade) but this was on an entirely different level. He had never even held a sword before, and yet, here he was, swinging and spinning it with such ease that he couldn’t stop the cocky grin from creeping on his face. 

“Still not ringing any bells.” He says, taking a tiny bit of pleasure from watching Zagi’s eye twitch. “Maybe you’re just that forgettable.” 

Yuri knew he was playing with fire, judging by the way Zagi’s grip on his daggers tightened and his grin dropped just slightly. He was still wounded and his body burned from the pain and his body still had a tinge of exhaustion to it. But for some reason, something in his mind seemed to call out to him, putting him at ease. Something that was letting him know that it was going to be fine. That he was prepared for this.

Which is why when Zagi suddenly lashed out, shooting himself at Yuri like a bullet from a gun, Yuri was ready for it. Zagi swung his daggers down with the same ferocity as before, and this time Yuri blocked each blow with his sword with ease. He can hear Estelle call out to him, begging him to be careful, over the sounds of steel clashing against steel. With every slash, Yuri blocked it, dodged it and sidestepped away and the feeling of fighting toe-to-toe with Zagi filled his chest with a certain joy. 

However, he needed to end this soon so as soon as he saw an opening, he pushed Zagi back with his blade only to push himself forward to swing his sword at Zagi’s arm, managing to land a solid hit into the muscle. The wound cut deep, but not enough for the arm to be disabled. However, before Zagi could recover, the man raising his dagger again to take advantage of an opening he found in Yuri’s stance after swinging the sword, a dark blur darts into the fray.

It happens so fast that Yuri almost doesn’t catch it as a medium sized beast shoots past him and nearly tackles Zagi to the ground. Blue and gray fur bristle as a deep growl emanates from the creature. Yuri sees a yellow harness clinging to the creature’s form, along with a chain wrapped around its neck that partially slaps Zagi across the face as the wolf-like creature attacks Zagi’s other arm with… a dagger? 

Yuri can only stand there in stunned silence as the wolf slices into Zagi’s shoulder, earning a loud hiss of pain from the man, before the creature hops off of him and lands nearby, lowering into a stance that indicated that it was ready to pounce again. As Yuri watches this creature, he notices a notable scar resting over one of the creature’s eyes and realization hits him like a train.

“Repede…? Wait, but how–?” Yuri’s head whips around scanning the alleyway for the small puppy that had been barking up a storm before this. But no puppy can be seen and instead, he hears a growl of response from the creature, which snatches Yuri’s attention back to the matter at hand. 

As Zagi begins to force himself back up to his feet, Yuri can hear more laughter slip from his lips. The man was barely standing, the deep wound from his left arm and right shoulder gushing blood. A lot of it. From the sound of Zagi’s voice, the crazy bastard wasn’t going to be conscious for much longer. 

“C-Cheap tactic, Yuri Lowell…” Zagi’s laugh is forced out, trying to force himself onto his knee. “Getting your lousy mutt to join in… That’s a coward’s ploy! Why not face me on your own?! One on one!”

Yuri watches as he tries to force himself back up to his feet and one glance at the sky tells him that he did not have enough time to deal with this for much longer. “Because I literally don’t care about this.” 

Tightening his grip on his sword, he feels a surge of power flow from his wrist into his blade, similar to wind rushing through his closed fist. Raising his sword above his head, all he could think about was how he needed this battle to end right now before it was time to pick up Karol. Before Flynn showed up. Before Estelle or Repede got hurt. Before Zagi became even more of a problem. He needed to end this now.

“Sleep it off! AZURE EDGE! ” He calls out and swings the sword down swiftly as a powerful force of wind is unleashed, hitting Zagi hard in the chest. Zagi can barely let out a choked yelp before he is slung against the brick wall of the building, a loud crack being heard as his head connects with the hard stone behind him. 

As Zagi’s head slumps, he crumbles to the ground without another sound and Yuri swears he can see a couple of cracks in the wall behind him that he was not sure were there earlier or not. There is a moment of panic that shoots through Yuri, as he begins to come to terms with the fact that he may have accidentally killed someone in self defense, but once he sees Zagi’s face twitch as he lies on the ground, he visibly relaxes. 

He feels someone step up from behind him and he flinches back just a bit, the adrenaline not quite worn off yet. Estelle stands next to him, hand frozen in a mid-reach as she stares up at him with eyes filled with concern. He stares back, letting out a heavy breath before he forces himself to relax, trying to convince himself that the only danger that was in this alleyway was Zagi. Estelle wouldn’t hurt a fly. She just didn’t seem like the type.

Her eyes drift down towards his chest and Yuri follows her gaze and what he sees makes him feel a bit lightheaded. His chest was… still bleeding pretty heavily. That was a lot of blood. His hand shot to press down on the wound, and he grimaced, feeling how damp his clothes were and how pain shot through him as he touched the wound. He bit down a hiss as the last few minutes caught up to him and he felt his knees buckle just slightly. 

“Yuri!” Estelle is quick to jump out and catch him, which thankfully his entire weight doesn’t fall onto her. He’s still managing to keep a hold onto some of his dignity for now and is able to stay on his feet. 

From behind him, he can feel Repede dart over to his side and lean his now adult (?) wolf body to help Yuri stand up straight. Yuri is momentarily distracted as he stares down into Repede’s face, examining him thoroughly. “Is… that really you, Repede?” He asks, still feeling a bit uncertain. 

Repede’s tail wags just a few times before he barks out a confirmation. Yuri lets out a small huff of laughter. “Man… Puppy puberty hits hard and fast, doesn’t it?” Another bark is heard, this one not as amused or chipper as the last. Yuri took that as a scolding for laughing in a situation like this. Fine, fine…

Yuri finally looks back to Estelle, who begins to lead him out of the alleyway. He doesn’t fight her and instead tries to hold himself up to the best of his ability. “Would you believe me if… I tried to convince you that it wasn’t as bad as it looks?”

“I’ll have to be the judge of that, I’m afraid.” There’s the tiniest smile on her face when she speaks. “Unfortunately, Flynn told me that you like to hide how bad things are for yourself.” 

“Of course he did.” Dammit Flynn. Flynn’s talent of constantly selling him out to others continues, even when he wasn’t present. “Where are we going?”

“There’s a bench I passed on the way here. It was right around this corner.” Estelle pauses as she peeks around the street, making sure no one else was present. Seemed like they were in the clear. “I need to sit you down so we can get you fixed up… Plus, when you and Repede change back, you’re going to be extremely exhausted. I’d like for you to be somewhere where you can rest.” 

“Change back…?” Yuri’s eyebrows furrow. “You mean Repede’s going to change back to a puppy? How does that work?” 

As they walk, Yuri glances over his shoulder anxiously as they leave the alleyway and Zagi behind. It makes him a little anxious to just let Zagi out of his sight like this but Estelle was right. The exhaustion was beginning to hit and if Zagi woke up right now, Yuri wasn’t sure if he could pull through another fight. His head was spinning from the blood loss and the adrenaline was gone. So, deciding that they could probably just have Flynn call the cops when he got here, he just let Estelle lead him to an old bench that sat underneath an old coffee shop that had been shut down about a year ago. 

It was a shame, really. He remembered Flynn’s dad really liking the place. 

“You and Repede seem to be connected through your blastia. So when you transform, then Repede transforms too!” Estelle explains, as if the explanation helped clear everything up. 

“Estelle…” Yuri groans as his head leans back against the bench. His eyes close as he tries to fight the oncoming nausea. “...Doesn’t explain anything…” 

“Ah… Well–” 

Estelle’s words are cut short as Yuri suddenly feels the remaining power fade away from his body with a single flash. He lurches forward, his good hand shooting up to cover his mouth when he notices that the dark tunic from before was once again replaced with his torn and bloodied school uniform. The sword vanished from his grasp, into thin air and the only thing that remained was the golden bracelet with the red stone in it. 

As Yuri struggles not to lose his lunch over how odd the nauseating experience was, he notices that Repede, who had been trotting over to their bench, is suddenly enveloped in a faint glow of light before he slowly shrinks back into his previous puppy form. He takes just a few more steps before the exhaustion hits the poor pup as well and he just topples over his feet with a whine. 

“Shit… Repede…” Yuri breathes out as he starts to get up but Estelle gently pushes him back down and jumps to her feet. 

“Rest! Please!” She orders before hurrying over to Repede. She scoops the small dog up into her arms and quickly carries him over to the bench, laying him down next to Yuri. “He’s just exhausted, like you. The first few transformations can be rough… Your body has to adjust to everything.”

Yuri let out a quick grumble, not having the energy to once again ask Estelle what she was talking about. As he tries to give her the best side eye he can possibly muster in these conditions, however, she begins looking over his injuries. “Take off your shirt for me?” 

“...You’re supposed to buy me dinner first.” 

The jokes came out more forced than intended as Yuri’s head leaned back again. He moved to push his arm over his eyes as the light of the sun beginning its descent was causing him the worst migraine imaginable. 

“I can buy you dinner after this?” Estelle offers with such innocence that Yuri is sure that the joke flew right over her head. Yuri can’t help but snort gently.

“Forget it…” He shakes his head as he weakly begins to shrug off his shirt. 

His school shirt was completely ruined. If, by some miracle, he could sew the shirt back up, the bloodstains would never come out. Time to add a new uniform to his list of expenses. Maybe Flynn would have an extra somewhere. 

As he pondered his attack plan for obtaining his new uniform, Estelle suddenly pressed both of her bare hands directly onto his wound, hearing a startled and pained yelp from the man as he flinched back. “Hey– What are you doing? That hurts!” 

“I-I know, but please just be still for a moment.” Estelle’s eyes flicker up to meet Yuri’s as she gives him an apologetic stare. “It won’t hurt for long.” Before Yuri could further question what she meant (he was not getting a lot of answers from her at the moment however), a sudden glow silences his words as a soothing warmth begins to emanate from Estelle’s hands, followed by a gentle glow. Yuri’s eyes widened as he examined Estelle a bit more closely. Her eyes fluttered closed and her pink hair seemed to light up with the same glow that her hands gave off. 

And just when Yuri felt like he had seen everything today, he felt the pain on his chest wash away as the wound slowly began to close and vanish. The only evidence that he had ever been wounded across the chest at all was the weak feeling he still had and the blood that remained. 

As the glow on Estelle’s hands and hair slowly went away, Yuri was left gaping at her, eyes wide and mouth wide open. 

“... What the fuck–” His words were forced and breathless as his mind attempted to make ANY sense of this situation.

He had been attacked by a crazed maniac who acted as if he knew who Yuri was. He had been wounded and he barely escaped death. He had been given a weird magical stone that caused him to magically change clothes, magically gave him a sword, magically gave him sword knowledge and also magically changed his dog from a puppy to an adult dog. And now, he was back in his normal clothes, his dog back to his puppy form, and the only evidence he had of any of this happening was the wound still on his hand and cheeks, the bracelet on his left wrist and the unconscious body hidden in the alleyway around the corner. 

And now, Estelle, the girl who was absolutely hiding something about ALL of this was using some sort of magic to heal his wounds and Yuri, who was light headed from blood loss and sick from the transformation and just exhausted from having to fight for his life, was having a hard time processing any of this. 

Which is why it was a blessing and a curse when he hears Flynn’s voice call out to the both of them from down the street. 

“Miss Estellise! And– Yuri…?” As Yuri whips his head towards Flynn’s voice, he can see him jogging down the street but it slows to a stop when he notices… well… a lot. 

After all, when you wander across your exhausted childhood friend sitting shirtless on a bench, covered in blood and the new girl in school sitting next to him, hands on said bloodied chest, any normal person would have questions. A lot of questions. Yuri could see a multitude of emotions wash over Flynn’s face, though he could only find the energy to pinpoint a couple of them. 

Relief, upon finally finding the two of them. Confusion and something else (?) upon seeing Estelle’s hands resting upon Yuri’s chest, concern upon seeing the deep cuts on Yuri’s cheeks, fear and worry upon seeing that there was way more blood covering Yuri than necessary… Yuri could have laughed had he not been so exhausted. 

“Calm down.” Yuri calls back, waving his left hand at him. “It’s… not as bad as it looks.” But it was. He couldn’t tell Flynn that though. 

Estelle’s hands pull away from Yuri’s chest as she moves to stand up to face Flynn, looking like a child that had been caught stealing from the cookie jar and it was clear that she did not think of an explanation to tell Flynn when he got here. Yuri did, to his credit, consider telling Flynn the truth but if Yuri was having a hard time believing it after actually living it, he was certain that Flynn would never believe it. 

“Not as bad as–” Flynn sputters and with one quick movement, he’s by Yuri’s side and is reaching for his hand. “Yuri, your hand is literally pouring blood! You’re–” 

As Flynn grabs his arm and pulls the hand closer, the newly acquired bracelet catches his attention for a moment. His eyes scan over it silently and Yuri watches as another unreadable expression appears on his face. Of course, he must be thinking where the bracelet came from. Yuri wasn’t sure how often Flynn cared to keep track of all of the accessories that he owned, but he knew that Flynn knew that he had not worn this accessory to school today. But it wasn’t that weird, was it? 

It’s when Flynn squeezes Yuri’s wrist, unconsciously, that Yuri lets out a pained hiss and tries to pull his hand away. “Hey man, stop! That hurts–”

Flynn seems to snap out of whatever trance, eyes widening as he loosens his grip. “Oh… I’m sorry, Yuri, I–” His eyes flicker up to meet Yuri’s for just a moment, and Yuri tries to scan his expression again to try and find what the man could have been thinking about before Flynn tears his gaze away again to stare down at his wounded hand. “Yuri, what happened?”

“I could ask you that, Flynn. What are you doing here? Didn’t you have student council stuff?” Yuri raised an eyebrow as Flynn pulled his school bag onto his lap, searching in it for some napkins to help clean Yuri’s hand. 

“Well… Yes. Estellise went ahead of me while I went and finished up some last minute things.” Flynn wipes away some of the blood, earning a pained  grimace from Yuri. “I had given her a call to give her directions to the apartments in the Lower Quarter and then suddenly I heard her scream your name on the other line before it went dead.” 

“I-I’m sorry for scaring you, Flynn…” Estelle stammers out an apology, ducking her head as she tries to avoid looking at Yuri’s wounds. Her hand twitches and Yuri can tell she’s struggling to hold back from healing him.

“It’s fine… I promise.” Flynn looks back to her, offering the kindest of smiles before the confusion takes over once more. “But what happened?”

Flynn looks to Yuri and then to Estelle, whose mouth opens and closes as she tries to come up with a reason for why Yuri was injured and covered in an insane amount of blood. To be fair, it was going to be difficult to explain. Yuri probably couldn’t explain the… magic parts but he could maybe get away with telling some of the truth, which was that he had been jumped. Soon enough, a story was fabricated in Yuri’s head and he quickly stepped in, leaning back against the bench. “I got jumped by this crazy guy with a knife. Not sure what his intentions were but he snatched me off the street on my way home and threw me to the ground. Next thing I knew, I had a knife to my throat.” 

Flynn’s eyes widen and he unconsciously squeezes Yuri’s wrist, which Yuri took as a sign to continue. 

“He kept laughing and taunting me and kept slicing my cheeks and shit and even cut open my shirt.” Yuri paused and mentally slapped himself. That… sounded bad. Granted, Zagi was already as bad as they come but still… “Estelle showed up and when she screamed my name, it was enough to distract the guy. So, I decided Fuck it and grabbed the blade and pushed it away from me just far enough for me to sit up and headbutt the guy. Knocked him straight out. But… uh… that’s where all of this blood came from. His nose started bleeding. It was pretty gross. That and it looked like he had already gotten into a fight beforehand. His arm and shoulder were pretty fucked. The guy was pretty crazy.” 

Flynn stares at Yuri in disbelief and looks back up to Estelle, who nods frantically but doesn’t say a word. Then he looks over to Repede, who was still knocked out from exhaustion. “And Repede…?” 

Yuri’s eyes dart down to the small dog and worry floods his face. “I think… Repede’s pretty exhausted. He was kicked by that student earlier and then he had to bark up a storm in order for Estelle to find me. He must’ve been panicking so he’s just exhausted… He should be fine.” 

He hoped. 

“And the man responsible?” 

Yuri turns his head to nod towards the alleyway. “Left his ass on the ground back there and got the fuck out of dodge– Whoa, no you don’t!” He grabbed onto Flynn’s arm with his good hand immediately, as the man was already on his feet in an instant. 

There’s a moment of silence between them before Flynn turns back to him, slowly sitting back down on the bench. “Yuri, we need to call the police before he wakes up. You grabbed his knife, right?”

Shit. No. Yuri didn’t think about that. “Uh… No… I was getting over the fact that I had a knife pressed to my throat just moments before– NO, fuck, Flynn, wait a minute-!! ”

Flynn’s arm tears from Yuri as the student stomps over to the alleyway and Yuri is automatically back on his feet a second later, trying to go after him. He feels his legs wobble a bit underneath him and Estelle jumps forward to catch him but Yuri pushes through and moves to hurry after Flynn. Zagi was, hopefully, still out cold but he did not feel safe having Flynn poke around the body of the man that had nearly killed him in the alleyway. 

Flynn comes to a hard stop and Yuri quickly stumbles into him which, thankfully, Flynn is happy to catch him but they both find themselves staring down into the alleyway. 

The… empty alleyway. 

When Estelle catches up to them and sees that the aforementioned attacker was now missing from the alleyway, the gasp leaves her lips as she immediately reached out to cling to Yuri’s arm, and for a moment, Yuri is unsure if she’s trying to help him stand up straight or if she needed help staying steady. 

“Son of a bitch…” He curses, pushing himself away from Flynn and moving out of Estelle’s grasp as he steps back into the alleyway. 

How had Zagi escaped? There were no open doors that he could’ve slipped into and they would have noticed someone as loud as him running out of the alleyway. There also wasn’t anything he could really hide behind without Yuri noticing him immediately. As Yuri’s eyes scaled the alleyway, he couldn’t help but let his eyes drift towards the rooftops. It would take a lot of effort but … it wasn’t impossible for Zagi to scale the walls and get to the rooftops. This would, unfortunately, come back to bite him the ass though.

“Looks like he got away…” The grumble left Yuri’s lips with a tired sigh. “Great. I think that might be our queue to get out of here.”

Flynn makes his way beside Yuri, resting a gentle hand on the man’s back to make sure that the boy remains standing. “...Yeah, we should get you to the hospital.” 

Yuri blinks and dread slams into him like a truck. “Wait, hospital?” 

There is a moment of silence between Flynn and Yuri for a moment and in the corner of his eyes, Yuri can see Estelle shift uncomfortably as she prepares to once again stop the inevitable argument on the horizon. 

“You can’t be serious, Yuri. You were going to skip going to the emergency room?”

“Yeah, it wasn’t exactly on my to-do list for the night. I was just going to stop by my house and grab my first aid kit. The cut isn’t that deep.”

Flynn sputters in disbelief. “ You grabbed a knife by the blade! ” 

“Yep, I sure did.” It wasn’t the brightest of plans but he lived and didn’t that count for something? “Look, it’s really not that bad. I can still use it and I can still wiggle my fingers and the bleeding has slowed down. If I can just wrap it up, it should be fine.” 

“No, absolutely not! I am putting my foot down on this, Yuri! You’re going to the hospital, even if I have to drag you there myse–” 

Flynn’s furious tirade is cut off by the soft sound of an 8-bit tune suddenly ringing out from Yuri’s pocket. Yuri holds up a finger, to put a pause to the conversation (and also laughs a bit at Estelle letting out the tiniest “That’s such a cute ringtone…” ), as he reaches his good hand into his pocket and pulls out his (now) cracked cell phone. He huffs in annoyance upon seeing the crack stretch upon the screen but it’s quickly replaced with a tiny jolt of panic upon seeing ‘Captain Karol’ on the screen. 

“Shit– Karol–” Yuri curses, earning a tiny look of guilt on Flynn’s face and one of confusion on Estelle’s, as he answers the phone in a rush. “Hey– Karol, sorry I’m late, I’m on my way!” The words rush out the second the call is answered as he already begins to stumble his way past Flynn and Estelle, moving towards Repede. 

“Yuri, wait–” 

“Yuri!” 

Estelle and Flynn go ignored for the moment as Karol’s voice exclaims into the phone. “Yuri, where are you?! I’ve been waiting forever for you!” There’s a pause before he continues. “Are you okay? You sound exhausted…”

Yuri lets out a forced laugh. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Just got caught up in something. I’ll be there as soon as I can, kay? I just have to stop by my apartment really quickly and– and–” The exhaustion was hitting Yuri at full force now, he realized as he suddenly had to stop and take a huge breath. 

He still had to ask Hanks about Repede and then likely had to ask Karol if his parents were cool with dogs inside of their house because, to be honest, he wasn’t too keen on leaving Repede outside in his current state. Looking down at the pup, he was still out cold. Part of Yuri was jealous. 

He also still had to shower to get all of the blood off of him, and then find a new change of clothes and dress his wounds. He also had to talk to Estelle to find out what in the hell was going on with this new bracelet but he could probably make a note to talk to her tomorrow? Wait, no, he had a small shift at work tomorrow. Maybe he could talk to her during the lunch period? He could sneak off with her but then that would cause people to make some implications that he had no interest in having to clear up.

Maybe if–

The phone is pulled from his hand and Yuri snaps out of his thoughts. “What–” He whips around and watches as Flynn holds up his phone, giving him a quick squint of disapproval while Estelle quickly moves over to put a hand on Yuri’s shoulder, as if worried he might fall over again from exhaustion again

“Hey! Give that back, Flynn!”

Flynn steps away from Yuri and places the phone to his ear. “Hello Karol, this is Flynn. You remember me, right?” There’s a pause and suddenly Flynn is smiling gently. “Perfect. So listen…”

“Flynn, give me my phone back!” Yuri snaps, moving to reach for it but Flynn makes sure to step out of his reach.

“Yuri was involved in an accident…”

“Flynn, I’m not playing around!”

“...and he’s being stubborn about it…”

“This is an invasion of privacy! Flynn!” 

“... so would it be a problem if I came to pick you up…”

“Flynn, I’m warning you!”

“...so Yuri can go to get medical assistance?” Flynn finally turns back to Yuri and there’s something that sparks in Flynn’s eyes as he speaks and the smug bastard could barely hide the way the corner of his lip twitches up into a smirk. “Yes, I believe I remember the address of the school.”

Yuri glares daggers at the man, quickly mouthing the words ��I hate you.’

“Oh, no, no. You don’t have to meet me half-way. Just stay where you are! I’ll come pick you up and bring you home. I can stay with you for the night, if that’s alright with you. Just so Yuri won’t have to feel so rushed with getting the necessary medical assistance that he needs. ” 

Flynn’s final words were said with an authoritative tone as he directed his eyes directly on Yuri’s, who refused to back down under his command. 

“I hope you get hit by a car.” Yuri glowers at the man currently chatting away on his phone and Estelle immediately darts her gaze up to Yuri.

“Who… is Karol?” She asks, curiosity getting the better of her. 

Yuri tears his gaze away from Flynn, trying to tune out his conversation with Karol in favor of looking at Estelle. His glare lightens up into a small pout as he moves to pull away from her so he can sit on the bench. “He’s a stray I picked up.” He jokingly comments with a tiny shrug before actually explaining. “He’s a kid I watch over a lot. His parents are constantly out of town, so I got them to hire me as his caretaker when they’re out.”

If his voice sounds bitter about it, Estelle chooses not to comment on it. “Oh, that’s very nice of you… So that’s where you were going before Z– … Before you were attacked by that man?” 

“Kinda. I was gonna stop by my apartment first and talk to my landlord about keeping Repede.” Yuri glances down at the sleeping dog and uses his good hand to pet him gently. He then scoffs and kicks a rock across the sidewalk “Still gotta go do that too. As soon as I get my phone back!”

Flynn makes his way back over to Yuri and Estelle’s side as he ends the call with a single tap of the screen before he gently hands it back over. “Here you go. Stop pouting.”

“Stop telling me what to do.” Yuri snatches his phone back and shoves it into his pocket. “You didn’t have–”

“Yes I did.” Flynn cuts Yuri off immediately, shaking his head. “There was no way you were going to be able to go get him. You’re shaking all over, you’re covered in blood, you’re wounded! You and Repede are both exhausted. And you think you can take care of Karol like this?”

Yuri opens his mouth to answer, ready to argue… and then promptly closes it. Clenching his good fist, he yanks his gaze away from Flynn and stares down at his feet. He refused to acknowledge just how much his heart stung at the comment about taking care of Karol. He refused, he refused, he refused–

“I can take care of him just fine.” He mutters under his breath. 

There’s a beat of silence and Flynn just lets out the tiniest sigh of defeat as he moves to sit next to Yuri. From the corner of his eye, he can see Flynn and Estelle exchange a quick glance before he looks back to Yuri. “Yuri, you know I didn’t mean it like that.” 

“Oh yeah?” Yuri picks at his nails, trying not to show interest in the conversation any longer. Just leave, already.

“You take care of Karol just fine. You know that, I know that, and Karol knows that.” Flynn hesitates before he places a gentle hand on Yuri’s shoulder. When Yuri shrugs it off, he can see Flynn’s face fall a bit. “But you know, Karol is worried about you too.”

“Well, that’s the last thing I wanted, so thanks for ratting me out, Flynn.”

Flynn’s mouth opens as if to reply but he closes it into a thin line afterwards before moving to stand up. “It’s not just the injuries that he’s worried about, you know…” As he steps away, he moves to Estelle and gives her a tiny smile. “Miss Estellise, I’m very sorry for the trouble but… if I could trouble you further? Would you mind making sure that Yuri makes it to his apartment building? Once there, could you ask Hanks to make sure he makes it to the hospital?”

Once again, Flynn is bringing up the hospital. Yuri was already feeling like shit. Might as well add that nightmare to the list. 

“O-Of course. It’s no trouble at all.” Estelle quickly bows her head. “I’ll… make sure he’s taken care of. Trust me.”

Flynn smiles warmly at the girl, his gentle smile there for everyone to see. Yuri pointedly looks away. “I do. Thank you for all of your help.” He offers a quick bow in return before moving to make his way down the street. “I should get going.”

“Yes, of course, be careful! See you in school tomorrow!” Estelle calls out before moving back over to Yuri’s side. 

“You as well. And Yuri…?” 

Yuri finally looks up from his lap, glancing over to his blonde friend. “What?” He mumbles, eyebrows furrowing suspiciously. 

Flynn is staring at him once again, with that same expression from yesterday. Sad and silent, almost pleading as he seems to be scanning Yuri from head to toe, eyes lingering on his bloodied chest, the cuts on his cheeks, his injured hand– Especially his hand– before finally settling back on Yuri’s eyes. He bites his lips, considering his next words. “Yuri… Be… Be careful, okay? Please? If not for your sake, then for mine? Or at least for…” He trails off, not finishing his thought. 

He didn’t have to. Yuri knew exactly what he was going to say. And he refused to touch upon it. Refused to even begin to tread those waters. Especially in front of Estelle. Flynn, thankfully, seemed to understand that as well.

“Flynn, when am I ever careful?” Yuri waves his hand at him, shooing him off. “Now go and get Karol before I change my mind.” 

Flynn seems to accept that answer for now, as he turns away and begins to hurry his way back down the street. Yuri and Estelle both watch him go in silence, making sure he wasn’t going to turn back and hurry back over because he forgot something. After a moment, making sure they were good, Yuri moves to stand back up, pulling Repede into his arms. 

“Once we get to the apartments, we can talk in my room.” Yuri instructs her, making his intention very clear that he was not going to the doctor. “Once I talk to Hanks about Repede, that is.”

“...Right… O-Okay.” Was all Estelle could say in response. “And… what about the hospital?” 

“Forget that part.” Yuri’s reply was short and cross. 

---

Despite everything, Hanks seemed to be pretty accepting about letting Yuri keep Repede up in his room. Maybe the poor old man was a bit too shook up by Yuri’s state and story to really put up much of a fight about it. While Yuri didn’t enjoy being fussed over, he would happily take that to his advantage for the time being. 

He made a point to stop and introduce Estelle and Hanks to one another and the two seemed to hit it off very well, for the small amount of time that they chatted with each other. Of course, Yuri was exhausted, sore all over, hungry and unclean so he had to, unfortunately, put an end to their conversation and inform Hanks that Estelle was a friend from school that was here to help him clean up and then prompt began to head upstairs, urging the girl to follow. 

He felt a small tinge of annoyance when Hanks stopped Estelle on her way up, leaning in to whisper something in her ear. From the way her eyes widened just slightly and then softened into something full of understanding, Yuri could immediately tell that whatever she was told was his business. 

“Hanks, leave her alone.” Yuri calls back to him, though he quickly hides the annoyance with a smirk. “Come on, man. Stop talking about me behind my back like I’m not standing right here. At least have the courtesy to wait until I’m gone, like most of the people in this building.”

“Ah, stop getting so paranoid.” Hanks calls back, turning away as he heads for his own apartment room. “I was just telling her to slug ya if you caused her any trouble. Isn’t that right, miss?” He grins to Estelle, who gives the tiniest of giggles as she moves to catch up to Yuri.

“I guarantee you that she’s aware that trouble comes with the territory, you ol’ geezer.” Yuri grins right back, moving to open the door. “Now if you’ll excuse us, I have some more trouble to burden the nice little lady with, so buzz off.” He pauses and then peeks over Estelle’s shoulder at him. “Thanks for letting the dog stay though.” 

Hanks lets out a snort. “You woulda annoyed me about it until I agreed anyway.”

“Damn straight.” Yuri grins widely before stepping inside of his apartment room. “Make yourself at home, Estelle. I don’t have much so you can sit on the bed, if you want.” 

His apartment room was pretty empty and to a stranger, it probably looked a bit sad to look at. It was really just a loan bed and one dresser sitting by it, just big enough to hold his clothes in. There was also a small little kitchen area that was separated from the main room with a partial partition. Two doors also stood on the walls in the room, one leading to the world’s tiniest bathroom and the other a small closet that Yuri used more for storage than clothes. The window next to his unmade bed was decorated with dark gray curtains, partially pulled open to let in the remaining sunlight of the day. 

Yuri dropped his bag to the floor by the door and immediately pulled the blanket off of his bed and began to use it to make a small makeshift dog bed on the floor next to his bed and he gently rested the small sleeping pup on top of it. “This’ll have to do for now until I can buy him an actual dog bed.” 

He pauses when he notices that Estelle seems to be just hovering in the middle of the room, staring at Yuri’s bed awkwardly. Oh jeez. “It’s not going to bite you, you know?” 

“Oh– I know but… it just feels rude to just come in and make myself at home while you’re still getting settled…”

“Yeah?” Yuri snorts a bit. “Well, it can also feel rude to not take a seat when your host tells you that its okay to take a seat.” There’s a pause in his voice as his grin grows wider before he speaks again, sounding scandalized. “You don’t think… that my bed is dirty, do you, Estelle?!” 

Estelle’s eyes widened. “What?! No, of course not!” 

“Then sit down.” Yuri orders again, grin still plain on his face as he heads for the other door in the apartment room. “I just need to grab the first aid kit from the bathroom.” 

Estelle pokes out her bottom lip in a pout as she moves to politely take a seat on the edge of Yuri’s bed. As she does so, she takes a moment to look around, taking note of how little furniture Yuri seemed to have. “Are you not home a lot, Yuri?” 

“I’m here sometimes.” Yuri pulls the first aid kit out of the cabinet behind the mirror in the bathroom before grabbing a rag as well. He quickly switches on the water and runs it underneath the stream before using it to rinse the dry blood from his cheeks. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh… um… nothing, it’s just…” 

“...Not a lot of furniture, huh?” It wasn’t a hard thing to guess what was on Estelle’s mind. It was one of the first things Karol had said when he came over for the first time too. “I used to have a little table in the middle of the room that you could sit at but Flynn and I ended up breaking it so we had to throw it out.” 

Estelle is quiet for a moment as Yuri wipes away some of the blood but as he looks over just how bloody and dirty he was, he lets out an annoyed groan. “I might have to hop in the shower real quick. Think my wounds will be okay long enough for that?”

He glances out of the bathroom and can see Estelle staring back at him with wide green eyes. “What? But… don’t you want me to heal them instead?” 

Ah right. The events of the day were beginning to appear back in his mind. Estelle had used some kind of weird healing power on him earlier. Which was cool and all but… “I think if I showed up around Flynn with a completely healed hand and completely healed cheeks, he might start accusing me of making a pact with a demon for regeneration powers before believing that I went to a doctor.” 

“Oh… right.” Estelle lets out a small chuckle but it’s weak and lacks the feeling behind it. “I guess that makes sense. I’m sorry… maybe if I had healed you before Flynn showed up, then–”

“Don’t worry about it, Estelle.” Despite the sharpness of his words, Yuri speaks gently as he moves to pull his head away from the door before pulling the door closed. Thankfully, the walls were thin enough that he could still hear her speak if she spoke loud enough. “Honestly, I should be glad that I was hurt as badly as I was. Flynn went easy on me because of that. Good thing too, because if he dug into me like he usually does, I probably would have puked on him. I was not feeling up for one of his lectures right then.” 

“Are you feeling alright now?” Estelle’s voice came through loud and clear and Yuri wondered if maybe she had moved closer to the door. 

He was absolutely not feeling alright. “I’ll live.” He answers as he slips out of his shirt and then moves to remove his pants. “I think I’ll feel way better once I’m clean and I get rid of the smell of this blood.” 

Part of him was beginning to worry that he’ll be smelling like blood for the rest of the week. He made a mental note about grabbing some cologne or something before heading to work tomorrow. The last thing he needed was to chase away patrons and their tips because of the smell of blood. As he starts the shower, he slips out of his underwear and pauses to stare at his chest. He runs a hand over where his wound was earlier and he lets out a small breath of amazement. 

“Man… it really is just gone, isn’t it?” 

“Huh? What’s gone? Are you alright?” There’s a turn of the handle and Yuri’s hand immediately slams against the door in a panic.

Oh, you have got to be kidding.

“HEY! Don’t just come in here!!” Embarrassment suddenly rushes through Yuri as he holds the door closed, though Estelle definitely made no move to push it. “I’m showering! You know, when you shower, you tend to do so with no clothes on! And I am not going to be responsible for what you see!”

“I-I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking!” Estelle quickly stammers out an apology and Yuri could practically hear the blush in her voice. “I just– I thought something was wrong and… I’m sorry, I have a one track mind sometimes.” 

When he’s sure that Estelle wasn’t going to barge in, Yuri hesitantly pulls his hand away from the door. “So I can see… Jeez, we need to be friends for at least a year and a half before you’re allowed to see me naked.”

“What– NO! I–” Estelle’s stammering is cut off by a laugh from Yuri as he steps into the shower. “Oh… Yuri, you’re awful! Please stop teasing!” 

Yuri laughs a bit harder this time. “Relax, relax. It’s fine.” As he steps underneath the stream of warm water, (he would actually kill someone for a hot shower right now but unfortunately, the apartment complex was having some issues with the water temperature lately) he let out a content sigh as he felt the blood and dirt slowly begin to wash away. After a moment of silence, he finally elaborates what he had mentioned earlier. 

“I was talking about my chest wound.” He calls out, running his good hand through his hair. He pauses when he feels at the length of it. His hair… wasn’t it longer when he had transformed? At least by a few inches. “I was just surprised. You really did heal me…” 

There’s some hesitation in Estelle’s voice. “...Yes, I did.”

“Does that have to do with what I did? The transforming?” Yuri glances over to the golden bracelet that he had left on the corner of the sink. “What was all of that, Estelle?” 

For a few minutes, Estelle does not answer and it takes Yuri some extreme self control not to push her into answering. At least not right away. He was not going to be satisfied until he got some type of answer tonight but he figured he could at least give her some time to gather her thoughts. It would likely be less confusing that way, because he just had the biggest feeling that whatever she was about to say, was about to be confusing as all hell. 

“I can do it too, you know…” Estelle finally says and Yuri can hear her shift so that she’s leaning against the wall. “I can also transform. Like you did.” 

Yuri lets out a hum of acknowledgement before realizing that even though the walls were practically paper thin, Estelle probably couldn’t really hear him over the sound of the shower, so he replied over the noise with a confirmation. “Yeah, had a feeling. You definitely have some kind of hand in this. So, what is it? What are these transformations?” 

Yuri is once again glancing over to the golden bracelet, or more specifically, the red stone embedded within the gold metal. That familiar feeling washed over him once again, like a moment of nostalgia and he just couldn’t help but feel that the stone was important to him in some way. He almost had to stop himself from reaching over and pulling it onto his wrist. He felt a bit naked without it on…

…Oh wait. Right. Well regardless…

“They’re called Bodhi Blastia. The stones, that is.” Estelle explains as Yuri once again feels his eyes trail over to the blastia in question. “They were originally stones that enhanced one’s strength when they were worn. But these ones in general are a bit different. I’m unsure why but these particular blastia seem to change our forms a bit…” 

“Just a bit, though. Really, all it did was change my clothes and give me a sword.”

“And made your hair longer! It made you look a little older!” Estelle points out, a smile on her face. 

“Did it, now?” Yuri ran another hand through his hair, moving to grab the shampoo, pouring some of the liquid into his good hand. He remembered that his hair had fallen down to his waist, at least. But now, in his current and real form, it just fell a bit below his shoulders. He mostly wore it up in its usual clip but… maybe it wouldn’t hurt to let it grow out in that case. Especially if it made him look older. 

“One thing I noticed though…” Yuri speaks up again, rubbing the shampoo onto his hair and trying to ignore the sting of his hand. “...was the fact that I instantly knew how to use the sword. Like… well. And I still feel like I could, if you handed me a sword like right now. It was just like a bunch of knowledge was just there. Does that make sense?” 

“Yes, it does.” Came the quick reply. “That’s how I felt with mine. I was given a rapier and a shield with mine and it just came to me so naturally. Almost like it was…”

“...Second nature?”

“...Yes.” 

Yuri pauses to step underneath the water, quickly rinsing the shampoo from his hair and out of his face. Even though his eyes are closed, he still listens for Estelle’s voice but she’s silent for the most part. He wondered briefly if that was literally all that she knew or if she were just considering her next words once more. As he finishes rinsing out his hair, he puts the shampoo aside and reaches for the soap. 

“So… how does it work? Do you just hand them out to people?” 

There’s a small noise of disagreement from the other side of the door. “No, these particular bodhi blastia have a special person that they’re meant for, as far as I understand.”

Yuri’s eyes narrow as he moves to rub some of the soap over his body. “And how did you know it was meant for me? How did you even have the blastia? Do you have others meant for other people?” 

“I…” Estelle trails off, sounding unsure. “No. I just had mine and then yours. I don’t know where I got it from. I’ve had both from as long as I can remember. As for why I knew it was yours… I didn’t. At least, not at first. But then I was able to transform with mine and I…”

Estelle falls quiet. Yuri doesn’t say anything and instead, puts the soap back down and continues to rinse himself off. His hand and cheeks still burn with pain and thankfully, it seemed like the wound on his hand wasn’t too deep. He would probably survive without stitches but it was going to be a pain trying to get things done without that hand. As he contemplates this, he continues to wait for Estelle to continue. 

And finally, she does. “... I heard someone speak to me.” She admits quietly, underneath her breath. Yuri barely catches it. “She… told me that I had to find the others. The members of Brave Vesperia and wake them up.”

Yeah. Yeah, that explained some things, specifically about the dream he had two nights ago. Though it also opened an entirely new book of questions. He loved to see it. (He didn’t, actually.) 

“You mean like the star.”

A beat of silence. “You know it?” 

“Sorta.” Yuri could sense the tiny bit of excitement in her voice as he moved to turn the water off. “Not much though. I only remember the name of the star. None of the lore for it. Sorry to disappoint you.”

“No, that’s okay, really!” The smile is still evident in her voice. “It’s part of an old fairytale. Brave Vesperia was part of a pair of siblings and the son of a world called Terca Lumireis. He and his sibling fought a calamity that threatened the world and saved it from certain doom. Afterwards, they say Brave Vesperia took to the skies so he could protect the world that he fought so hard to protect.” 

As Yuri stepped out of the shower, he listened to Estelle’s story carefully as he grabbed a towel to dry off with. He could barely remember the stories from when he was little but what little he did remember seemed to line up pretty well with what Estelle said. But from the sounds of it, Brave Vesperia was a person. Or some kind of all powerful being. But regardless, they just seemed to be one person in the end, along with their sibling. But Estelle had mentioned multiple members...

He pauses as he wraps the towel around his waist, pausing his thought process to stare at his discarded clothes on the floor. Covered in dirt, muck and blood, he grimaced as he picked them up with two fingers and tossed them in his laundry basket. The shirt, however, he placed to the side. It was a lost cause, after all. As he pushed it to the side of the bathroom, he nearly facepalmed.

He forgot to grab some clothes before hopping into the shower. He never really had someone hanging out in his room while he showered before so it was something that just kind of… escaped his mind. “Er… Hey, Estelle. Sorry to interrupt, but would you mind going into my dresser real quick and grabbing some pants for me?” 

“Oh! Sure, which drawer?” 

“The bottom one.” 

As Estelle goes to shuffle through his dresser, Yuri decides to keep the conversation going. “If Brave Vesperia was a person, then what do you mean by members? ” 

“I wish I knew…” Estelle sighs and after a moment, she taps quietly on the door. 

When Yuri peeks the door open, he can see Estelle, eyes shut tightly and face turned away while holding out a pair of pants, a shirt and… boxers too? He was slightly impressed and also a bit concerned that the girl had decided to dig through his underwear drawer. Considering that she didn’t seem to have any sort of malice in her body though, he decided to leave her alone.

…This time.

He takes the clothes and begins to change into them, continuing his thought process. “Maybe Brave Vesperia is one of the members. His sibling too maybe? Who were they?” 

“I believe they were called the Child of the Full Moon.” Estelle answers without too much hesitation. 

“That’s a mouthful.” Yuri chuckles a bit, throwing his shirt on and then moving to slip into his boxers and pants. “Hey, what if we’re Brave Vesperia and The Child of the Full Moon? Is that possible?” 

There’s a small laugh from Estelle. “I’m not sure… I was thinking that maybe we were followers or chosen warriors maybe?” 

Yuri snickers as he throws the door open, fully dressed and pushing his wet hair back and out of his face. He leans against the door frame, a teasing grin appearing. “Aw, come on, sister dear. Don’t be like that.”

Estelle blinks up at him, head tilted slightly. Before she could even muster a response, Yuri reaches over and ruffles her hair, playfully.

“It’s a joke.” He explains before he scoops up the first aid kit and moves to stroll past her and flops down onto the bed. Estelle quickly moves to sit beside him and moves to take the kit from him. 

“Ah, here… Let me help you.” 

Yuri doesn’t really have the energy to fight her on it so he just shrugs and offers the girl his hand so she could get to work on it. “So, getting back on topic. A voice told you to find these members of Brave Vesperia. And then you ran into me and…?” 

“I-I don’t know. You just seemed so familiar and…” Estelle trails off again, looking rather lost in thought for a moment. “...I… I also would have dreams. I see people in those dreams but… they’re not that clear. But then after I met you, one of those figures became a bit clearer in my dreams.”

“But you started staring at me the second you laid eyes on me.” It wasn’t like he didn’t believe her. But something seemed weird about it.

Estelle seemed to silently agree that her own story just wasn’t adding up. “I’m sorry… I wish I knew why. You just seemed so familiar at the time. You still seem so familiar. I’m not sure why though.” She shakes her head and continues her story. “But in the dream I had, you– or at least the one I thought was you– had a creature that fought alongside him. Like a dog…”

Her eyes dart over to the sleeping puppy laying on the blanket and Yuri follows her gaze. 

Ah. Yeah. That makes sense. At least, as much sense as this entire situation could possibly make. 

“So… I… saw that you and Flynn were taking care of Repede so… I decided to sneak over and ask Repede if he knew anything about your blastia. To see if maybe he recognized it?” She must have realized how dumb that sounded as soon as the words left her mouth. Instead of looking at Yuri, she decides to pull her entire focus into wrapping up his hand. 

He hisses when she pulls on the wrappings too hard. “Ow–”

“Oh– I’m sorry…”

“It’s cool.” Yuri snorts quietly. “So you went and talked to a dog about me? How did that go?” 

“... Surprisingly well. Repede was actually very taken with the blastia.” 

Estelle seemed to believe what she was saying but all Yuri heard was that Estelle showed up and offered Repede a new toy to play with. 

However, despite it all, she was very clearly correct in her assumptions, it seemed. Now he and Repede both could transform. Which, his transforming was already one thing he was having to come to terms with… but for some reason, his dog was able to transform as well? That was something he was having some trouble making sense of. 

However, he wasn’t sure he wanted to ask at the moment. He was already feeling a bit overloaded with information and he had other questions that were likely more important. “So… how do we find the other members? You don’t have their blastias or anything, right? So even if we find them, how do we get them to wake up?” 

“That… I don’t know.” Estelle quickly tapes the bandages down and then moves to place a patch on each of Yuri’s cheeks. “I was hoping that maybe I can get some leads in my dreams.”

“No one else has been giving you that weird familiar feeling?” Yuri asks, only to frown when Estelle quietly shakes her head. “So no leads then…”

They once again fall into silence as Estelle begins to put everything else back into the first aid kit. Yuri takes it once she’s done and goes to put it back into the bathroom as he silently goes over all of the information he had been given. 

“So, what exactly is the end goal here?” He finally asks, eyes raising an eyebrow. “What exactly are we meant to do? Zagi was insane but I doubt we transform into what's starting to sound like superhero shit just to deal with Zagi, you know?” 

As he moves to lean against the door frame again, he notices just how uncertain Estelle seems about this whole thing as well. He even begins to wonder if she’s even been doing this for long herself. 

“I’m not too sure on the details but… we’re apparently supposed to help save and protect the world.” Estelle says slowly, looking more than overwhelmed by this. “Lately, there have been strange rumors of monsters appearing within the city lately. But… they’re just that. Rumors.” 

Yuri began to wrack his brain. That sounded a little familiar but… “Seems like they’re not too out of control yet. If they’re just rumors. Have you seen any?” 

“I don’t think so. But I haven’t been doing this for too long.” Hah. Bingo. Right on the money. “But… I guess our current plan should be to keep an out for monsters, protect the innocent, search for the members of Brave Vesperia and…” 

“Knock Zagi’s head in if he shows up again?” Yuri offers with the tiniest of smirks. 

“Er… that too.” Estelle grimaces as she moves to stand, brushing her skirt off just slightly. “But we need to find out what exactly we need to save the world from. ”

“...Yeah. I don’t even know where to begin with that one.” Man, this was going to put one hell of a bummer on his work schedule. “Let’s just… take it one step at a time.”

Estelle nods, her uncertainty lightening just a bit. “Yes… One step at a time.” And with that, she begins to make her way for Yuri’s door. “I… should probably get going. It’s getting pretty late but… Yuri, can I ask one more question?” 

Yuri pauses, moving to look up to the ceiling before closing his eyes to pretend to be in deep thought, as if carefully considering her request. “Hmmm… I guess if you have to. But only on one condition. You have to give me your cell number. In a totally platonic way, I mean.” 

He very quickly added the last part. Sure, she explained why she had been staring but he still had to make sure she understood that he was not going to be making any moves on her. Just in case. He just figured this would be easier for them to get into contact with one another, especially considering the situation. 

Though, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t interested in at least hanging out with her. She seemed sweet and maybe a bit too naive for his tastes but she seemed nice enough to hang out with. 

“Oh… I didn’t assume you meant anything romantic by it.” Estelle blinks at him, almost too innocently as she pulls out her own cell phone and hands it to him. “I mean, you’re in love with Flynn, aren’t you?” 

Oh, he nearly drops her phone right then and there. She seems to notice as she quickly steps forward, a look of determination on her face. Oh God. 

“It’s okay! I promise! I… I saw you two the other day when I was… um… eavesdropping.” 

Which was very ladylike behavior, by the way, Princess.

“But your secret is safe with me! I promise, I won’t tell a soul!” 

Yuri’s cheeks were burning at this point and he’s almost glad that he had two giant bandaids on his cheeks so it could help hide how hot his face was getting. He quickly typed his number into Estelle’s phone and hurriedly shoves it back at her. “Y-You’re misunderstanding.” He quickly grumbles. “Flynn and I are…” 

…Hell, he did not know how to explain this to her. He wasn’t sure he wanted to explain it to her, even if he could. He and Flynn had been on some weird border for about two years now. Treading some sort of line that they had initially refused to cross for one reason or another. It was a comfortable line. Yuri liked to be on this line. 

…But recently, Flynn has been trying his hardest to cross over that line. Just to take a running leap and dive right off of it and he was bound and determined to drag Yuri down with him. Whether it be Flynn’s overprotectiveness, his insistence on walking Yuri home from school, the one time he made Yuri lunch (Yuri put a stop to this immediately after.) or the fact that Flynn would sometimes touch him, oh so gently, moving so close into his space with simple brushes of the hand or gentle nudges of the shoulder, threatening to not only jump off of the line they had been treading for years, but to destroy it into millions of pieces. And he didn’t understand why, why, why–

Flynn’s actions from yesterday, however, were a first. His warm, almost burning hot hand on his cheek, his blue eyes staring directly into gray, the way his breath brushed against his cheeks, the way his pulled Yuri closer, closer, noses bumping into each other, lips barely touching, the way his hand tangled into his hair that made him shiver, why, why, why did he do that?! 

Yuri couldn’t help but think that maybe if it had been two years ago, he would have happily jumped off of this line with Flynn too. He would have happily taken his hand, accepted Flynn’s eagerness to take that tiny little step forward into what he could only dream of… but things were different now. He knew that if he even dared to step off of that line, he would do nothing but cause Flynn to sink. 

He wasn’t good for Flynn. And one of these days, Flynn would realize that. So he just had to be patient and try to forget about the dread that settled in his gut when he thought about it.

“Flynn and I are… childhood friends.” Yuri finally settles on an answer, not liking the way his stomach twists at that. “Let’s just leave it at that, okay? Don’t look too deep into it.”

It was a cheap answer. He knew that. He knew what Estelle saw. Yuri’s and Flynn’s faces were so close that they probably did seem like they were kissing from an outsider’s point of view. But he was going to stick to his answer for his own sake and because, as nice as Estelle was, it was really none of her business. 

“But–”

“Was that your question?” Yuri cut her off with a tone that signified that they were done talking about it. 

Please just drop it, I do not have the energy for this–

Estelle purses her lips together as another pout appears as she, thankfully, accepts her defeat. “No… Just…” She moves to open the door. “Earlier, you were asking what our plan of attack was… Does that mean that you’ll help me? You’ll help me find the members of Brave Vesperia? You’ll help me save the world?” 

The embarrassment and absolutely not self-loathing in Yuri’s chest quickly dissipates and is replaced by a feeling of unease and exhaustion. But even then, he prefers this feeling over having to deal with certain feelings regarding a certain blonde. “To be honest, it’s hard feeling like I have a choice in the matter.” He admits, a lopsided grin appearing on his face. “Help save the world or let it die? Not much of a choice.” 

Estelle’s face falls slightly. “...I suppose you have a point.” 

“Yeah.” Yuri moves to hold the door open for her and as he does so, he gives her a gentle smile. “...But, if I did have a choice… I don’t really see how I could possibly leave you to deal with this by yourself. So. Yeah. I’m in. I don’t know about saving the world though… But I guess we’ll get there when we get there, right?” 

Estelle stares up at him, face blank as she processes Yuri’s words… and then it’s quickly replaced with a near dazzling smile as she dives forward and wraps her arms around his neck in a tight hug. “Oh, Yuri! Thank you!” She cries out happily and just as quickly releases him before he can even process the hug or even move to return it, if he wanted to. 

“Heh… Yeah, no problem.” Yuri smiles faintly before gesturing her out the door. “Now get outta my house. Get home before it gets dark. Text me when you get home so I can put your own number in my phone and just so I know you got home alright.” 

Estelle nods and gives Yuri a quick little bow. “Yes, thank you very much! I’ll be sure to do that. I’ll see you soon! Thank you so much!” 

And with that, Estelle turned and hurried away with a happy hum slipping from her lips. As Yuri watched her practically skip away, he slowly closed the door behind him and leaned against it with an absolutely exhausted sigh. After just a few moments, he feels his legs shake before he slides to the ground, now sitting against his front door. As he went over the information he was given for maybe the fifth time that day, he lets out a shuddering sigh as he rubbed a hand across his face and he knew one thing for sure:

Flynn was going to absolutely clobber him if he found out about this. 

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Notes:

I should also make note: Little bit of Yuri and Estelle flirting in this chapter but I'm writing it to be a bit more platonic/joking than actually serious. We heavy in the Yuri/Flynn ship on this story, my friends. And we'll also have some Estelle/Rita! (which I'll add the tag when we actually GET there hahaha) Thank you for reading! Going out of town at the end of the month but I'll try and get as much of the next chapter done as I can!

[awesomeforever]

Photo: Let's be real. There's nothing worse than staring at a closet full of clothes and feeling like you have nothing to wear. While the world has changed immensely over the past few years, the one thing that remains constant is how overwhelming picking the best business casual outfit for work can be, especially considering the fact that some of us have been working from home for quite some time. But whether you are an essential worker or are just heading back into the office this fall, you can rest assured that your closet woes will soon subside. Ahead, we've rounded up 15 casual work outfits that will ensure you look and feel your best on the job. Plus, we've shopped out each look just in case your work wardrobe needs a little refresh. Photo: It doesn't get much easier than jeans and a classic white shirt, but with denim midi skirts on the rise this season, the swap is just as effortless to put together but will earn many more style points. Photo: When we need to look polished in a pinch, we fall back on a version of this timeless combination of a boxy blazer, languid trousers, and leather accessories. Photo: A Chanel-inspired wool jacket takes roomy denim from casual to polished in seconds. Photo: Miu Miu was on to something when it paired loafers with khaki skirts and button-downs. Try a version of the work-friendly runway look the next time you head into the office. Photo: Sometimes, all you need are well-proportioned basics and strong accessories. A crisp and slightly boxy-fit white tee tucked into black trousers is a simple combo that will never fail you. Photo: The easiest outfits to put together are ones that center around a single standout piece. In this case, it's a pleated midi skirt, which is made office-ready with flat boots and a simple sweater. Photo: Midi dresses are the epitome of throw-on-and-go pieces. Opt for one in a vibrant color, and no one will ever suspect you spent mere seconds getting dressed. Photo: Trousers and a button-down shirt should be key staples in any work wardrobe. Wear your shirt open as a light layer over a tank top to give it a whole new feel. Photo: Kendall Jenner really did something when she stepped out in a similar outfit from The Row. Fashion people have been re-creating the easy, polished ensemble ever since. Photo: Look to matching sets whenever you're zapped of ideas. Right now, waistcoats and coordinating trousers are the move. Photo: For a look that's equal parts polished, relaxed, classic, and trendy, marry a boxy blazer with slouchy jeans and flats. Photo: Some days, you just want to wear your favorite T-shirt. A pair of extra-voluminous wide-leg trousers (and a belt) lend a professional feel to any casual tee. Photo: J.Crew head designer Olympia Gayot has all the easy office outfits you could ever need. We're jotting down this slip-dress-layering idea. Photo: Inject some personality into your work wardrobe with a pair of printed pants in a vibrant color. Even better, they'll transition seamlessly into the weekend. Photo: Try a sweater-vest with your jeans as a stylish top alternative that's delightfully office approved. Seeking more outfit ideas for the season ahead? Discover the fall dress looks fashion people are sporting. source

[wish-i-wasnt-a-coward]

Family Cuddle Pile

a/n: I actually wrote this a while ago but it was perfect for the request. Theirs like, no content for this ship an I love it so much! Thank you for reading :) @arodynamic-enby

Pairings: romantic Anxceitmus and kid!Patton also super background Logince

Warnings: tattoos, less than ideal parent mentions, food mention, and light cursing

Word count: 1,844 

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Remus flopped out of bed, throwing his body carelessly across the room. He hastily threw on his clothes. Short shorts, ripped fishnets, a vest that was more patches than original material, really big clunky shoes, and a ripped up band-t. He also hooked his favorite bone earrings in his tattered earlobes. 

He stomped into his apartment’s kitchen. He grabbed a stale piece of bread he soaked it in coffee. Yawned and grabbed his bag, racing out the door. 

His brother was waiting for him at the tattoo shop, sketching a new idea. Unlike him, Roman only had a few tattoos, including not one, not two, not three… but three Disney quotes, a frog on a mushroom, a rose on his arm, and a constellation. Most of his tattoos were covered by tasteful burgundy overalls and a white button-down shirt.

Remus’ tattoos were also mostly covered by his clothes. But he had a tattoo sleeve depicting the garden of Eden, a matching frog on a mushroom, a quote from one of Roman’s books, medically accurate bone structures on his hand, a realistic spider on his neck, and a snake wrapping around his non-sleeved arm. And those were just the visible ones. 

Suffice to say, the twins were very different. 

Remus threw his bag onto the floor in the backroom, “Ro, when’s the first appointment!!” he yelled. “Your’s? At 11. FYI, Jan n’ Pat are coming over at 12, for motivation” Remus smiled, fuckin’ superb. 

He busied himself in collecting the ink and preparing the tattoo gun. The client wanted a fucking orange on their wrist, it should only take an hour or two but Remus was not excited to do a frickin’ orange circle. 

The prissy orange bitch came in and Remus got to work. They didn’t move much and only cried a little bit when the needle started jabbing at their skin. Remus liked this part of the process, stabbing people consensually was his favorite thing ever… also the art part but stabbing people!

Almost exactly an hour later the door jingled open. “Dada!!” a tiny voice called back into the store. “I’ll be there in a minute patty-cake” Remus called from his spot hunched over the client's arm.

He added the final touches to the fruit and helped the orange bitch off the chair. Roman swept the client away, Remus practically ran to greet his partner and son.

Janus wore a leather corset over a black collared shirt and baggy pants, their long platinum hair framed their face under their signature hat. They were holding hands with a toddler wearing mostly pink and blue, his blond hair (that matched Janus’) was a mop of curls barely held together by a few butterfly clips. 

“Dada, Dada!!! I got you a flower” the little boy cried, letting go of Janus’ hand and stumbling towards the tall man who scooped him up. Patton giggled and held out a sweaty flower clenched in his chubby fist. 

Remus accepted the flower with a gasp, ”this is really for me?” he said joyfully. Adjusting the small boy in his arms Remus turned towards Janus who was looking at the pair with a disgustingly sappy expression. 

“What are you lookin’ at hot stuff?” Remus teased. “Shut it you,” Janus said, pressing a kiss to Remus’ check. Patton made a noise, “icky” he said pushing Janus away. They laughed, “yes darling, we’re very icky”. 

“When’s verge-“

“he’ll be home at 4” 

“Dope”

“Stop by the Sleepy Café before you bring Pat to the apartment?”

“Can do scootal-lo!” 

Remus turned back to the little boy in his arms, “looks like you're stuck with me squirt”. Patton beamed and snuggled into Remus’ chest. Janus smiled again, “I’ll see you, boys, at dinner,” they said, ruffling Pat's hair and peaking Remus on the lips quickly so as to not upset the toddler. “Bye-bye Janny!!” Patton called after Janus as they left for work. 

“Righty-o,” Remus said, carrying Patton into the back room. “I know Ro’s got a couple coloring books, wanna do those for a bit?” Patton nodded and reached towards the ground to be put down. Remus plopped Patton on the couch and pulled out the book and pens as well as a sketchbook off his own. They sat together coloring and drawing until Roman came back to hug Patton. 

“Ah, my favorite nephew!” Roman said, scooping up the little boy. Patton laughed and pulled Roman’s hair. “Roro, can I color your arm pictures??” he asked, pointing to Roman’s rose tattoo. Roman plopped the toddler back down on the couch and handed him a pen. 

Patton went to work on the rose, scribbling reds and pinks and greens across his arm. Roman gave him complements each time Patton paused, and each time Patton shushed him and went back to work. Remus finished up his sketch, adding it to the pile of tattoo ideas they were eventually going to put up-front, and sat next to the toddler. 

“That’s really good pat-” 

“Shhhhhhhh”

Remus nodded and mimed zipping his lips. He liked spending time with the kid. They weren’t biologically related but who gives a fuck about blood, unless it’s outside of your body, then it’s fun. 

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“I don’ wanna” Patton wined his dad sighed “I know bubbles but we gotta go home to Papa and Janny, isn’t that fun” Patton considered this, “but Roro’s pretty arm picture” he argued. Remus scratched the back of his neck, “Pffffff- Ummm, how about this, we go home now and I’ll take you back to the shop tomorrow after pre-school” 

Patton brightened considerably, “ok” he chirped. “up please” the toddler’s chubby hands reached towards Remus who obediently scooped him up with a coo. After all who was he to say no to uppy hands. 

“See ya tomorrow, have fun on your date with the nerd” Remus sang as he snatched his bag juggling the still fussy Patton in his other arm. “Fu- Frick off Re. Say hi to your partners for me,” Romans said affectionately and waved as his twin left the building. 

Remus happily trotted out into the road. The tattoo shop was located on a quaint little street in the more commercial segment of their town only a short walk from Janus’ job. 

A light drizzle floated around them and the air was warm and comforting. Patton squealed as a large drop of water hit him in the head, prompting a laugh from Remus.

A jingle sounded through the peaceful cafe, the brown room was illuminated by those cool old fashion lights and a lovely array of pastries made the air smell of chocolate and blueberry scones. But the scones, as delicious as they were, weren’t the snack Remus was here for

“Hey babe- Remus why are you soaking wet”

“Puddle” Patton screeched. 

“Kid’s right, Puddle.”

Janus pinched their eyebrows, “ya know what, I’m not even surprised anymore. Just make sure Patton doesn’t catch a cold” they scolded. 

Remus nodded and saluted in mock seriousness, “yes captain” he said and pressed a kiss to Janus’ face over the cash register, “I’ll see ya in a bit” Remus grinned and led Patton back out of the cafe. 

Janus sighed lovingly as they watched their boyfriend and son turn to cross the street, Patton’s hand clasped around Remus’ happily. “Stop looking so happy, you're scaring the customers” Remy teased from across the counter. “Ha, Ha,” Janus glared and went back to work” 

Janus’ apartment was a cute two-bedroom space on the fourth floor of the building. The furniture was an interesting combo of vintage and things from the side of the road. The vintage parts came from their parent’s house, their father had died two years after Janus’ had run away and hadn’t thought to write them out of the will. 

The three of them had made a date out of customizing the few pieces that Janus wanted to keep. The customization mainly included darkening everything and adding more gothic touches. Virgil had done the fabrics, Remus the painting, and Janus moral support/ director. 

The three partners had also painted the kitchen/dining room/living room black with one yellow wall. Janus and Virgil’s room was dark purple instead of black with highlights in the same yellow. Patton’s room was the only one that didn’t  look marginally like a cave. 

The walls were a cream-yellow that lit up in the morning sunlight. After Janus announced that they were going to have a baby Remus had spent three hours painting the grey ceiling with white fluffy clouds. It was one of his favorite projects. 

Patton of course had no regard for the work put into the entirety of his home and was the usual menace of a toddler. And today a toddler with cheerios, truly a sight even god would tremble before. 

Remus plopped down next to Patton who was pushing cheerios around his highchair tray with an intense focus. He smiled at the little boy and flicked on the tv, “got any requests pip-squeak?” Remus asked. Patton looked thoughtful, “dead lady!!” he cried excitedly hitting the tray with his fists, cheerios flew everywhere. Remus nodded, understanding, “Corpse bride coming up!” he picked a few cheerios from the couch “you really are Verge’s kid” 

When Janus got home Patton was curled up on Remus’s chest. Both slept soundly despite the dead folk on the screen in front of them singing about the wedding. 

Janus smiled, their family was fucking adorable. They slipped off their shoes and snuggled up into Remus who hummed happily and pulled Janus into the hug still asleep. 

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Three hours later Virgil trudged up the four flights of stairs huffing indignantly with each step. Of course, he could take the elevator… but it might break down and he would be stuck for hours. Or someone could get into the elevator with him and he would have to interact with a stranger. So stairs it was. 

He rummaged around his baggy hoodie, running his fingers through his dark purple hair in annoyance when he couldn’t find the key. Once he found it Virgil carefully (as he did everything) opened the apartment door. His combat books clunked satisfyingly against the hardwood floors as he entered his house. Virgil felt the tension leave his muscles, he was home. He glanced across the room, looking for his family. 

Virgil’s face lit up like a god damned Christmas tree. 

Across the room, both his partners and his son were curled up sleeping happily. Drool covered Remus’ face and Janus was snoring, they were the most precious thing Virgil had seen all freakin day. 

The three of them woke as Virgil wrapped his arms around them, Patton squealed in excitement. “Hello, darling” Janus mumbled sleepily into Virgil’s arm. Remus just groaned and nestled into the hug. The toddler wriggled between his dads squealing profusely. “Shhh, s’ sleepy time” Remus mumbled, rolling deeper into the cuddle pile and shutting Patton up. 

Virgil smiled and pressed a kiss to his partner’s cheek. “Mmm, love you” they purred. “Love you too Jan,” Virgil said, nestling his face in their neck. Virgil knew he would have to start dinner soon but that could wait, for now, cuddles.

[x-reader-theater]

Heyo hope your doing well! I have a Spencer reid request if you've already done this before feel free to ignore

Anyway could you possibly write a reid x trans reader. Where the reader dosent pass? Like perhaps hes not on t so he still sounds and looks feminine?

The reader and Spencer are dating and they need the readers info on a case so reid takes the team to the readers work.

evreyone one thinks hes a girl but he and spencer explain hes not hes just a guy who dosent pass? The team is heavily confused and asks kinda rude questions about how he can pass and reid sticks up for him after he notices hes uncomfy?

I'm kinda protecting here I'll admit. Being a non passing trans guy myself who dosent want to go one t and wants to keep my long hair..

Anyway I've talked long enough see ya laterz!

I'm not a trans man, so I have no idea if this is accurate, but I am non-binary and I look really, really feminine, so I understand in some way, and those are the experiences I'm drawing on. I hope you like this! Edited by @mystic-writes

Gif by @imagining-in-the-margins (Original Post)

"Uh, miss?" You hear someone ask behind you. You wince, but don't turn around, continuing to file some of the return slips away for later. "Lady, we need help here!"

You look around to try and see if any of your female co-workers are around, but they're not, so you turn around. “I’m sorry, but none of my female co-workers are here right now. Can I help you with something?”

“Oh, I was talking to you, miss…” the man trails off, looking you up and down, as if trying to find out your name from how you look. You frown at the darker skinned man, who’s still looking at you. You look down at your outfit. You don’t think you look very feminine today. You’re wearing one of your boyfriend’s suits, knowing that this was happening today. Usually, you wear a hoodie and jeans, something that hides your chest and your legs. But you wanted to wear a suit, one that actually makes you look like a librarian, a Giles-like tweed and bowtie combo with a white dress shirt and brown vest underneath.

You don’t look particularly feminine, but you have already been mistaken for a lesbian today already…

“Ah! [Y/N]!” your boyfriend calls out as he walks into the library.

You grin and wave at him, calling out, “Spencer!”

“Wait,” the older man with salt and pepper hair says suddenly as you embrace your boyfriend. “*This* is your boyfriend?”

Spencer nods and kisses your temple. “I wanted us to meet outside of a case, but we need his help.”

“Wait, kid, are you straight?” the dark skinned man asks.

You frown. “Why would he be straight? I’m a man.”

“No, you’re not. You’re obviously a woman. Are you dating each other because you’re scared of people knowing you’re gay?” the dark-skinned man asks.

Spencer frowns this time. “He’s a man, Morgan, and no matter what you say, you can’t change that.”

Morgan goes to speak but the older man cuts him off. “I-I just don’t understand.”

“You don’t have to,” you say, and he gets an offended look on his face. “My gender is not for you to understand.”

“You-”

“Rossi. Morgan. You will stand outside if you can’t be civil,” Spencer orders, and you feel your heart beat faster, feeling love flood your chest. “I’m also going to be talking to Hotch about this. Think about why I’m doing this.”

You grin at Spencer and he hugs you close as Morgan and Rossi leave through the front door. “Thank you,” you whisper into his soft shirt and vest combo.

“Of course. Now, let’s save some lives, okay?” Spencer asks, and you grin and nod, walking with him to the back so you can help save a girl’s life.

[frenchfrywrites]

Rating the twst dorm uniforms best to worst because I'm bored

Pomefiore: I love the colors and I think they all suit the characters wonderfully. They all look so beautiful and I'm jealous I can't wear what they wear. Vils crown is lovely and Rook's hat is so over the top I'm obsessed.

Diasomnia: the green turned me off for a bit but I think it suits them all well and I LOVE the hats!!! They look like lil dragon horns how can you not be obsessed with that!! Lilia looks the best of all of them btw hehe (pink + green such a good combo)

Scarabia: oooh I love their uniforms!! Their jewelry is gorgeous and the pants look so comfy!! I wish there were more characters in this dorm so we could see other ways students wear this uniform but I like Kalim and Jamil's style!

Savanaclaw: yellow is my fav color and I love their lil leather vests! They all look good in their own right but their uniform is not very.. interesting?

Heartslabyul: riddle is serving cunt but oh my god the card boys... Why are they all wearing vests over t-shirts??! Could this dorm not find nice white button downs??! I guess that's my only complaint though. I like their accessories.

Octavinelle: the amount of coordination is so funny to me. I can't believe that they dress like this. At first I was annoyed they dressed teen boys like this but I do remember there was a guy in my high school who wore a suit every day so whatever some boys like it and thats fine. However their fedoras are.. something else (I like the lil shell but..) Credit where it's due,, the colors are very pretty and they don't look awful. Just weird.

Ignihyde: I hate their dorm uniforms. I hate hate hate what idia is wearing. His jacket is insufferable to me?? Like that looks like the most uncomfortable material what is going on!? It just looks.. unnatural on him to me? Ortho looks fine cause he's a robot and a baby who could never do anything wrong. But both of them look better in their school uniforms imo.

[gaytobymeres]

Rating Bertie Wooster’s outfits based on how much gender envy they make me feel

Because I’m bored <3

Stroppy

I like this outfit, nice and smart. Would love to wear it. Big fan of the watch chain. The pose definitely adds a certain whatsit. Makes me feel an average level of gender envy relative to other period tv shows. 7/8.

Broon suit

Um. Very brown. Like idk what else to say about this outfit. I like it though, he suits brown. I like the jumper vest/tie combo I think it’s very flattering. Though I like it doesn’t make me feel that much gender envy. 6/10.

Grey suit

Pretty bland but still pretty. I like the subtle check it has, though I don’t like the tie that much. Doesn’t make me feel that much gender envy. 5/10.

Grue (grey blue) suit

Really love the contrast of the red tie, and I am a huge fan of waistcoats (if you know me you know this already. The other day I embarrassed myself around my friend’s very serious lawyer husband bc I love his waistcoats+fashion sense. Anyway.) I like the subtle stripe on his shirt as well, and I’m a big fan of the cut of the jacket. Overall a very lovely look which makes me feel a fair amount of gender envy. 9/10.

Blue pin stripe suit my beloved

I love this outfit so much oh my god. Had to pause for a wee bit in order to fully appreciate it <3 I think the colour is lovely, the cut is exquisite and I love the stripe on the shirt too. I think the rose really makes it. 10/10.

Green blazer and vest

I really love this outfit, no joke I’m sure I’ve envied the exact same suit in the fancy suit shop in my city. I want his knitted vest thing so badly!! The cap is also just !! Love it!! Like it is a fairly basic outfit but it looks cosy and comfy and gives me a good amount of gender envy. 10/10.

Rich bitch at the beach about to get robbed

Overall I like this outfit but I have to say I amn’t a huge fan of the tie mainly because it clashes just a touch too much for me (and lowkey it reminds me of the tie I had to wear in high school). I love the gold buttons on the navy jacket, they really pop. Make a statement (they say: I’m gay and rich and my valet has a good fashion sense). The hat and the cane really complete the look. 8/10.

Dressing gown

Aww I love his wee purply-reddish-bluey fruity dressing gown so much <3 I personally don’t like wearing dressing gowns that much but I would wear this one. The fit of it is really nice, looking surprisingly smart for loungewear. It looks comfy, cosy, and a wee bit gay. 15/10.

Jeeves Vexer No. 1

Love it. An absolute look. Would buy this in a heartbeat and anyone who raises their eyebrow in a contemptuous manner will be getting slapped godbless <3 Huge fan of the gold buttons and I really love the angular shapes of the jacket. I especially like how the white/cream of the jacket contrasts with the black of the rest of his outfit. The cigarette holder is what elevates this outfit, however, and is imo an integral part of it. So is how he’s lounging, the lounging is essential. Makes me feel a lot of gender envy. 20/10.

Yee fuckin haw babey

Are you kidding me omg I wish I looked like this so badly, right down to the mildly abhorrent moustache. The hat. The moustache. The furry jacket. The suit. The tie. Absolutely fantastic. 100/10.