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Trading Spurs for Sneakers

Tyler and James had always thrived on their shared sense of adventure, but this time, they were about to push the limits in a way they had never done before. When Tyler invited James to stay with him for the week, they came up with a challenge: not only would they swap clothes, but they’d wear full-body silicone suits that made them look exactly like each other. They’d go out in public as each other, and for the entire trip, they would live in each other’s skin—literally.

Tyler’s style was straight out of a western catalog. His wardrobe was filled with rugged denim, thick leather boots, and plaid shirts, all carrying the earthy scent of the outdoors. James, on the other hand, was all about streetwear. His clothes were sleek and oversized—designer hoodies, joggers, and fresh sneakers that gave off an urban, stylish vibe. The idea of stepping into each other’s style was thrilling enough, but the bodysuits took it to another level.

When James arrived, Tyler showed him the silicone suits. They were disturbingly lifelike, each one a perfect replica of the other, right down to the tiniest details—skin texture, hair, even the faint freckles on Tyler’s arms. The suits were smooth, soft silicone that would cover them completely, with zippers running down the back, meaning they’d need to help each other into their new bodies. Attached to the suits were masks, just as detailed, transforming them from head to toe.

“So, you ready to become me for the next few days?” Tyler asked with a grin, holding up James’s suit.

James ran his hand over the suit’s smooth surface, already feeling a shiver of excitement. “Only if you’re ready to rock some streetwear,” he teased back.

They headed to the bedroom, and that’s when things got interesting. Tyler helped James first. He unzipped the back of his own silicone replica, and James stepped inside, sliding his legs into the suit. The silicone was cool against his skin at first, but it stretched perfectly, molding to his body like a second skin. As Tyler pulled the suit up, James slipped his arms into the sleeves, feeling the soft material hugging his muscles, creating the illusion of Tyler’s broad, rugged physique. Tyler tugged the mask over James’s head, adjusting it carefully so the silicone fit snugly over his face. The cool sensation of the mask pressing down, forming around his nose, cheeks, and forehead, was strangely comforting.

When Tyler zipped up the back, James couldn’t help but admire the feeling of the suit fitting him perfectly. It wasn’t just wearing Tyler’s skin—it *felt* like Tyler’s body. Every movement was smooth, every gesture natural. His hands, now Tyler’s rough, calloused hands, flexed as he stared at the mirror. It was like he had become his friend, in every possible way.

“Your turn,” James said, voice altered slightly to sound like Tyler’s.

Tyler grinned and stepped into James’s bodysuit. The experience was just as surreal for him. The silicone slid smoothly over his legs, pulling snugly against his skin, transforming his usually broader build into James’s slimmer, leaner form. Tyler could feel the cool material warming up as it molded to him, turning him into an uncanny replica of James. When James tugged the mask over Tyler’s face, the sensation of the silicone wrapping around his head was exhilarating. The mask fit like a glove, sealing him into James’s identity.

Tyler moved in front of the mirror, marveling at the transformation. His own reflection was gone, replaced by James’s face, his tattoos, and his slim frame. The bodysuit moved fluidly with him, and he could feel every part of the suit stretching and flexing like real skin. It wasn’t just a costume—it felt *real*.

“Man, I think I could get used to this,” Tyler said, his voice now identical to James’s.

James laughed, admiring how weird and amazing it felt to see Tyler’s face reflected back at him. “Same. This is wild.”

Next came the clothes. James reached into Tyler’s closet, pulling out a pair of well-worn jeans. They were thick, stiff, and smelled faintly of leather and dirt. He slid them up his legs, the denim feeling tight and rugged, a stark contrast to the soft joggers he was used to. The jeans clung to him in a way that made him feel powerful, like the sturdy fabric was wrapping him in strength. He fastened the heavy belt with its oversized buckle, feeling the weight of it pressing against his stomach. Next came the plaid shirt. The material was rougher than anything he usually wore, but it felt good as he buttoned it up, the tight fit making him feel more grounded, more solid. The cowboy boots were the final touch. As he slid his feet into them, he felt a satisfying firmness, the boots hugging his feet in a way that made every step feel strong and deliberate.

Tyler, meanwhile, was having the opposite experience. He pulled on James’s oversized hoodie, and it felt like slipping into a cloud. The fabric was soft, almost silky, and it pooled around his body in an effortless way. The joggers came next, sliding over his legs like butter, loose and relaxed. He pulled on a pair of James’s sneakers—lightweight and cushioned, like he was walking on air. The sensation was completely different from the structured feel of his boots, but it was freeing in a way he hadn’t expected.

Dressed in each other’s clothes, they both admired themselves in the mirror, reveling in the strange thrill of looking and feeling like someone else. It was more than just a swap—it was like stepping into each other’s lives, fully embracing the new persona.

Now it was time to go out. They headed into town, each fully committed to their roles. Tyler, now dressed in James’s streetwear, strolled down the sidewalk with a casual swagger, loving the way the loose hoodie swayed with his movements. The soft material brushed against his skin, a constant reminder of the freedom and ease of James’s style. It made him feel relaxed, like he could blend into the city’s energy without trying.

James, on the other hand, was adjusting to the ruggedness of Tyler’s outfit. The jeans were stiff but in a comforting way, like they were made for hard work and adventure. Every step in the cowboy boots felt strong, as if they grounded him with each clomp on the pavement. The belt buckle pressed firmly against his waist, a constant weight that made him feel solid and secure. The plaid shirt hugged his shoulders in a way that gave him a sense of confidence he didn’t usually feel in his streetwear. As they walked, he felt powerful, like he was embodying the spirit of Tyler’s lifestyle.

They hit the streets, walking into coffee shops, browsing stores, and even stopping at a park. Everywhere they went, they marveled at how natural it felt to be each other. Tyler loved the lightness and ease of James’s clothes, the way the hoodie made him feel like he was gliding through the day without a care. James, meanwhile, relished the weight and structure of Tyler’s outfit, feeling every bit the part of a rugged cowboy.

As the day wore on, the bodysuits felt less like costumes and more like their real bodies. The silicone had warmed to their skin, moving naturally with every gesture. The masks clung comfortably, fitting so snugly that they forgot they were even wearing them. There was something liberating about the whole experience—the idea of fully stepping into someone else’s shoes, literally living as the other person for a day.

By the time they returned home that evening, they were laughing, still fully enjoying their swapped identities. They helped each other out of the suits, peeling the silicone away, but even as they returned to their own bodies, they both knew they’d never forget the thrill of being someone else.

“That was insane,” Tyler said, wiping sweat from his brow, but still smiling. “I think I could do that all week.”

James grinned, tossing the bodysuit aside. “Same. Let’s do it again tomorrow.”

[janeyseymour]

personal and professional 1-3 was soooooo good it gave me an idea!

a mel x work crush reader story in which cute shy fem reader has a sleeper build. usually wearing regular lose fit clothing until one day they have to wear a fancy skirt and heels bringing attention to readers muscular legs. abbott crew starts asking reader questions about her workout routine leading a jealous melissa to make a snarky comment about reader skipping arm day to which reader says something like don’t let the outfit fool you i could bench you right now heels and all. melissa keeps pushing readers buttons until reader grabs melissa and starts overhead pressing with absolutely no issue to prove their point leaving melissa stunned. idk maybe it ends with melissa asking reader on a date that day after school?

Press You (Up Against a Wall)

WC: 3.3k

You were hired as the long term substitute gym teacher at Willard R. Abbott Elementary School in January, but when the teacher who was out on maternity leave decided to leave the position permanently- that she can’t even believe she stayed there throughout her pregnancy in the first place- you were brought on for the full-time position. So, now you’re Abbott’s official gym teacher, and you couldn’t be more thrilled.

Really, any physical education teacher position is a score in your mind because showing up to school in sweatpants or joggers everyday is any teacher’s dream come true. But Abbott is so nice because you can pretty much do whatever you want with the kids- including dodgeball, which is banned at most schools. 

Under all of your gym clothes, you have a nice body- you’ll be the first one to admit that. Working out six days a week along with having a well balanced diet doesn’t go to waste. None of the teachers, or Ava for that matter, know that you’re a bit of a gym rat- okay, a really big gym rat. Sure, they know you’re athletic and that you’re slim, but they haven’t seen your legs- probably the best part about your body. You’re thankful for that because up until now, you’ve evaded the principal’s flirtatious personality and comments. 

The only person who knows how in shape you are is Mr. Johnson because you help him move things or fix things when necessary. He’s immensely grateful and has promised to keep your hidden figure a secret- he knows how you don’t want to be hit on like Gregory is.

But now, you’re being forced to go to PECSA, and you really don’t know why you have to go, but the school is paying for your hotel room, and you don’t have to attend any of the seminars based on curriculum because you don’t teach any of the core subjects (you had thoughts on that title… physical education was one of the most important for those kids to be participating in if they wanted to grow to be strong and healthy adults).

So while everyone else is supposed to be at their seminars, you sleep in before heading down to the gym to get your daily workout in.

After you’re finished, you head back up to your hotel room and shower before changing into an old band t-shirt, a light sweatshirt, and a pair of joggers. Deciding that you have enough time to explore and just soak everything in, you exit your hotel room.

As you go to back away from your door, so is Melissa Schemmenti- donned in a bathing suit as opposed to the clothes that she should be clad in to attend different seminars.

“Hey, Schemmenti,” you look her up and down. 

“Y/N,” Melissa looks you up and down too. “Don’t tell anyone, but Barb ’n’ I haven’t gone to a single one of those dumb jawns. All for the newbies.”

You mime zipping your lips before letting out a chuckle. “You’ll be at the big party though, right?”

“Hell yeah I will be. I have a math-o-rita chugging champion title to maintain,” she smirks.

“Good. I don’t think I could survive the Abbott crew without you to keep me company,” you blush as you tell her that. “Not that I don’t like the others, but… you know what I mean.”

“I gotchu,” she smiles. “Just stick with me and Barb, and you’ll be fine.”

You nod. “You mind if I join you now?”

“If you can get changed in the next few-”

“Nah, I don’t wanna swim, I just wanna relax in the presence of others,” you lie a little. You really just want to be in her presence.

You and her meet the kindergarten teacher down by the pool, and Barb’s eyes widen just slightly when she sees that Melissa brought you.

“Hello, sweetheart,” she still greets you kindly. “Decided to ditch the seminars?”

“I don’t have to go to most of them,” you laugh softly as you tuck a hair behind your ear. “Just the ones that have to do with PBIS and all of that. Other than that, I’ve just been kind of wandering. Saw Melissa, and I tagged along.”

“And she didn’t tell you to beat it?” Barbara raises a brow.

Melissa shrugs. “She looked like a lost puppy dog, so I took her under my wing.”

Little do you or Barbara know, she has had quite the thing for you since you first walked into the building and greeted her while she was bringing her kids down to special. And then when you spoke to her so shyly, but then she could hear you command the gymnasium to gain control of her class- it really struck a chord with her, and she was taken with you. She would never tell you that, and actually was a bit tougher on you than she was with others, but you have her figured out. She seems to be a bit tougher on those she likes rather than just ignore the ones who she tolerates or just genuinely doesn’t enjoy the presence of. 

“I can go if-”

“You’re with us now. Don’t be an idiot,” Melissa rolls her eyes. 

You bite your bottom lip nervously. “Okay, okay.”

You relax in the lounge chair next to her, and you have to admit it’s a little warmer than you were anticipating it being in here (foolishly… it’s an indoor pool area, what we’re you expecting?). So you shrug off your jacket, tie your hair up, and hike your sweatpants up to your knees.

If Barbara and Melissa notice your calves, they don’t say anything.

You end up falling asleep with your arms protectively wrapped around yourself, and you don’t wake until you feel someone gently shaking you.

“Hun, it’s time to get up.” You jolt awake, clearly terrified as your eyes go wide and your breathing gets deeper for a second. But then you look up, and there’s… well, there’s Melissa’s cleavage in your face, and then a bit further up are her emerald eyes. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s ‘kay,” you mumble as you yawn and stretch a bit. “Sorry I fell asleep on youse.”

“Aye, no problem at all,” she smiles down at you. “Just didn’t wanna leave you down here to think Barb and I abandoned ship, but we’re gonna start getting ready for the party.”

“I guess I should too,” you sigh softly as you stand.

You and the redhead head up to your rooms and start to get ready.

It doesn’t take you long to get ready. You really just throw on the dress you brought- one that accentuates your legs- before applying a light amount of makeup. You run your fingers through your hair as you glance in the mirror. You look good. Deciding that you would rather not kill your feet just yet though, you wait to put on your heels.

A bit later, you hear a knock on your door as you’re laying in bed and scrolling through Instagram. You stand and make your way to the door before looking out the peephole. It’s Melissa, and she looks… stunning. Her hair is in big curls, and she has a beautiful green dress on that only makes her eyes pop even more.

“Hey,” you breathe out softly. “You look… wow.”

She gives you a once over. “I could say the same things about you.”

Your cheeks turn red at her compliment and her lingering eyes on your body.

“You ready? I want a math-o-rita in my hand, and the lines will get ridiculous later on,” she tells you. “And this way we can save a table for our group.”

“Y-yeah,” you say softly as you continue to stare at her. “Just let me put on my shoes.”

She nods as she leans against the doorframe and watches. Then, you give her a nod, make sure you have your lipgloss and keycard, and head out.

When you get down there, she immediately heads towards the bar and quickly returns with two drinks in hand. She hands one to you, and the two of you clink your glasses together. You take a nice swig of it in hopes of relaxing. By the time the rest of your group joins you, both of you are on your second drink.

“You two are here early,” Barbara notes as she looks between the two of you. “Are we interrupting something?”

Melissa rolls her eyes. “We got here a little early to get a table.”

“You both look so nice!” Janine grins from next to her work mother.

You smile at her politely. “You as well.”

“I never really took you for a gym rat, although I suppose I should’ve,” Gregory chuckles. “Damn.”

“Seriously,” Jacob eyes you. “In the most gay way possible, I am looking respectfully.”

“What’s your workout routine?” Gregory asks you.

Happy to talk about anything other than work, you begin to list off the various leg exercises you do. Almost everyone is hanging onto your every word. At least that’s what it looks like. They’re all looking at you like you’re a star- all except the one you want to be looking at you: Melissa. She instead picking at her nails and sipping at her drink. The truth of it is, she is also listening to every word, and she’s beginning to get jealous of the way that everyone is ogling you and your legs. She doesn’t want that to show.

When you’re finished, she bites back a laugh. “Guess we skip arm days?”

“Don’t let the outfit fool you,” you chuckle. “My arms may look small, but they’re defined.”

“Compared to your legs,” she rolls her eyes.

“I could bench you,” you laugh back. “Heels and all.”

“Now that is something that I would love to see,” Barbara chuckles. She ignores the death glare your redheaded coworker sends her way.

“You will not,” Melissa states. “Not in this dress.”

“Maybe I’ll just do some bicep curls with you in my arms then,” you challenge her.

“I doubt you could,” she bites out. “Not with those chicken arms.”

You roll your eyes. “One of these days, you’ll see.”

“Sure I will.”

She continues to push your buttons throughout the night, and with the alcohol that you’ve taken in, she teases you.

“Couldn’t press me now, could you?”

“I could press you up against a wall,” you flirt shamelessly, liquid courage acting as your friend.

Her cheeks turn a violent shade of pink, and you grin.

“Get your mind out of the gutter,” you smirk. “I meant that I could squat against the wall and lift you up over my head.”

“That is not what you meant, and you know it,” she scolds you.

You shrug your shoulders innocently. “You’ll never know what I meant, now will you?”

After another round of drinks, she’s still teasing you. You finally decide that you want to put her incessant comments to and end. So, you sweep her off of her feet, heels and all. You make sure that her dress is appropriate before doing a few bicep curls with her in your arms.

She’s stunned, to say the least.

And then, with one little jerk, she’s up over your head. You bring her back down to your arms and hold her there.

“You ready to shut up yet?” you tease her, looking down at her lips.

Her eyes are wide and clearly impressed. She can’t even find the words right now.

“You ready?” you ask again.

She just nods her head, and you set her back down on her feet. You keep an arm around her until she’s found her footing again.

“That was really hot,” Jacob states. You jump slightly, not realizing he was there. “In the least creepy way possible. I had no idea you were that strong.”

“Most people don’t,” you chuckle as you down the rest of your drink. You wink at Melissa as you make your way over to the bar. “I got the next round. Another math-o-rita?”

She nods again as she makes her way back to your table. Barbara is sitting there with a smirk. “She put on quite the show.”

The redhead’s eyes linger on you as you stand at the bar and try to get the attention of the bartender. “Yeah,” she hums noncommittally.

“Girl, when are you just going to ask her out?” the kindergarten teacher asks.

That pulls Melissa out of her trance. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that I’ve seen the way you stare at her and the pep in your step when your kids have gym,” Barbara snorts. “Even in just her joggers and Abbott sweatshirt. You like her.”

“I mean, yeah… she’s a nice woman,” the second grade teacher tries to brush off her friend’s assumption.

“No, you like her.”

“So what if I do?” Melissa asks as she folds her arms over her chest. “There ain’t no way she would ever like me back.”

“She’s been practically drooling over you since she saw you in your swimsuit earlier today, and she’s currently buying you a drink,” Barbara laughs.

“We’ve bought each other drinks before.”

“But I don’t drool over you in a bathing suit, and I know you don’t drool over me,” the kindergarten teacher snorts. “Just ask her out.”

“Maybe when I’m sober,” Melissa rolls her eyes. 

You start to make your way back over, and the redhead can’t help the way that she watches your hips sway.

“You’re drooling,” Barbara nudges her friend.

“Shut up,” Melissa laughs. She takes the drink that you offer her with a grin. The two of you raise your glasses in a toast before you link arms and chug.

You wipe the liquid that had made its way around your mouth with a chuckle. “Give me twenty minutes, and I’ll still be able to lift ya, no problem.”

You wrap your arm around her waist and squeeze her hip gently, the liquid courage once again taking over.

She blushes, but she quickly gets swept away by Derek, challenging her to yet another math-o-rita chugging challenge.

That leaves you and Barbara sitting at the table together.

“So,” the kindergarten teacher nudges you. “When are you gonna make a move on that redhead you were curling earlier?”

You raise a brow. “What do you mean?”

“When are you gonna ask her out? I heard you tell her you could press her up against a wall, and you and I both know you didn’t mean that in an innocent way,” she chuckles.

You shrug. “Maybe when I’m positive she likes me. I ain’t about to make a fool out of myself and then have to work with her.”

“I think she made it pretty clear she likes you with the way she’s been practically undressing you with her eyes all night,” the kindergarten teacher tells you. 

You laugh. “No she hasn’t.” When she raises a brow and hits you with the trademarked Barbara Howard look, you sigh. “Okay, maybe when we’re both sober… if I can ever work up the nerve.”

“Just give it some thought, sweetheart,” Barb tells you. “Melissa… she’s a tough cookie, but she’s got the biggest heart I know of, and as much as she tries not to, she wears it on her sleeve.”

You nod thoughtfully before smiling. “You think she’d say yes to a date with me?”

“No question,” your colleague tells you.

You think on it for a second, and you go to speak again- to tell Barbara that you might just ask her tonight- when you hear Melissa loudly calling your name.

“Hun! I need a cheerleader so I can absolutely kick Derek’s ass again!”

You look over in her direction and raise a brow, questionably.

“Please, babe!”

Oh, you know she’s so drunk. You can’t ask her out on a date, a serious one, when she’s as hammered as she is. You roll your eyes playfully but saunter over.

She slings an arm around your waist before she gets another drink. Without any hesitation, she chugs the entirety of it before Derek can finish even half of his. You’re impressed to say the least. After she slams down the empty glass to prove she’s finished, she kisses your cheek in celebration.

Not that either of you know it, but Barbara has a video of it.

It’s a bit longer before the two of you finally decide to retire to your rooms for the night… you’re both quite a bit intoxicated, and the redhead practically hangs off of you as you help her down the hall.

Of course, when you go to turn to your own room, she grabs your arm. “Come in?”

“Yeah, I can,” you tell her gently. “Just let me change, and I’ll be over.”

She gives you her best puppy dog eyes, but you insist. “Mel, I really don’t want to be in this dress longer than I have to be.”

“But you look… stunning.”

“While I appreciate the compliment, I would like to get comfortable.”

She relents and turns into her own room. When you knock on her door again, she’s still in her dress though, with the sweetest frown on her face.

“I can’t get out of this,” she tells you. “Stupid zipper.”

You enter her room before spinning her around gently. You unzip it with ease.

“Jeez, take me out on a date before you start undressing me,” she quips teasingly.

You see the opportunity in front of you, and you take it. “How about tomorrow at seven?”

“Only if you show up with those legs out again,” she flirts back.

“It’s a date.”

The two of you spend a few hours chatting and having a few more drinks in her room- beers she brought with her to pre-game before your really do head back to your room to get some much needed sleep.

As you pull the blankets around you, you smile to yourself. You know that she isn’t going to remember you asked her out tonight, but you think that you have the courage to do it again sober now.

The next morning comes, and Melissa comes out of her room with her hood up, sunglasses over her eyes, and she’s drinking Pedialyte through a straw as she wheels her luggage out.

You roll your eyes at her fondly. “Hey there,” you greet her, entirely too perky for her liking at this hour and in her state.

“How are you not dying?” she asks.

You smirk. “I didn’t have a chugging challenge with Derek last night.”

“Eh, worth it to keep my title,” she shrugs.

“You better rally for tonight. You have a date.”

“What?” she lowers her sunglasses so you can see the shock in her eyes.

You smirk. “You have a date… with me.”

The smiles that she breaks out into could light up all of Philly alone. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

With that, you leave her to continue to nurse the hangover for the car ride home with Barbara as you race off to check out of the hotel and head home. You have a date to plan.

Melissa waits down in the lobby for Barbara to finish packing up her weekend bags. When the kindergarten teacher comes over, the redhead, although clearly hungover, is deep in her own thoughts. 

“What’s got you looking like smoke is about to come out of your head this early in the morning?”

“I have a date with Y/N tonight.”

“About damn time,” Barbara smiles. “Let’s get you home so you can nurse that hangover and be ready for her.”

[lovinglylibelle]

—𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩 { pt. 4 }

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✧. FUSHIGURO TOJI

Okay so i know this man is broke as shit BUT thta doesn't mean i cant style him ;) and that he doesn't have a sense of style. He just doesn't have the money to pull it off

ANYWAY, so ofc this dude likes to wear the classic toji combo, black compression shirt with grey joggers. Its something he wears when he cant think of something.

Additionally, he is a guy who likes flannels. loves to wear them and pulls them off honestly. I mean obviously

He likes tank tops a lot, would wear them all the time because he finds sleeves restricting.

LEATHER JACKETS btw, he loves those. Wears them with a white shirt and blue jeans combo.

Again, the biker gloves. He wears them for reasons (look cool and to handle weapons better)

He actually likes wide legs (heh) but does get annoyed by how they trail all over the floor. Has them in blue and black and gray.

Wears collared shirts, like the one that show off his biceps and back muscles.

Okay so, he also doesn't mind wearing White button ups with trousers, yk that hot look. He even rolls his sleeves uo to showcase his forearm muscles.

Honestly, has a very all over the place style. One day he would be dressed classy and other day like he is broke. It depends on his mood and he genuinely doesn't care about what he wears.

Overall, he looks good in whatever concoction he puts on. Like idk how, i think its the face that makes anything look everything. Women give him double glances all the time, men too... worms too lol.

✧. NANAMI KENTO

Its honestly very hard to imagine him wear anything other than suits but i still did it HEH.

So of coure first of all, he wears suits. Tuxedos, double-breasted, Slim-fit, Modern-fit etc etc. He gets them hand-stitched, has an entire Kingsmen thing going on. Can name brands according to the make AND only wears original stuff. He is serious about his suits.

He has a lot of ties, cute ones, fun prints, the basic solid coloured ones, patterns and everything. Wears them according to the occasion.

He likes to wear Polo shirts, and i think they actually look quite hot on him. Especially the fitted ones.

His colors of choice usually are sage green, soft blue, dark blue, dark green, emerald green etc etc

He loves the round neck shirts too, the ones without collars.

Wearing button ups is his thing, wears them a lot in black, white, beige and blue.

He alsoooooooo likes to wear joggers at home because they are so very comfortable.

In winters, he wears trench coats (i love trench coats if you cant tell) and highnecks too OMGGGG he looks so good in highnecks i might swoon.

Yk those trousers? which are lightweight and flowy? the ones that you see a lot of East Asian men wearing on pinterest? Yeah he loves those. He gets to be comfortable and look professional and good in them.

He likes to wear sweaters too, like those soft and warm beautiful sweaters.

A WATCH is a must. bro wears watch even at home. Has an entire section in his wardrobe designed for watches. There are silver watches, golden watches, black watches, chunky watches, analog, digital etcetc. Digital watches are just for show tho, will never wear them

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hi hina! if you were yuuji, megumi, and nobara's personal stylist (you already kind of are 🙂‍↕️) what's an outfit you would pick that represents their casual style and one look that represents fancy attire? and what's an absolute No for each of them?

SORRY FOR GETTING TO THIS LATE i have . fashion opinions and need 2 articulate them Properly. gomen ik this isn't /exactly/ what u asked this is moreso just. my style headcanons fr each of them but i think it more or less gets the point across gFGHDSHFGJ.

will get long btw :')

yuuji:  casual: 

i loveloveLOVE him in jean jackets . since a hoodie is a staple for him that + a jean jacket i think is The Go-To fit for him hands down i think he pulls it off so well. u can even ditch the hoodie to opt for a baggy graphic T shirt but the jean jacket carries the fit.  it’s so casual n classic which helps it be ~versitile~ and it's just boyish enough to rly suit yuuji’s character. I have him in distressed jeans (grey or dark wash blue, as long as it’s a different shade of denim) whenever i can bc i think it looks good but athletic pants (think like adidas jogger-shaped) work also . add red sneakers of choice accessorize that boy with a gym bag or backpack Bam yuuji fit. 

formal: 

i feel very strongly about yuuji in a dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up. no suit jacket fr him but definitely a tie and a waistcoat + straight leg trousers. i want to keep a pop of red on him so the safe option wld b to make his tie red but i think maybe he could pull off a maroon dress shirt + black everything else combo. important thing is He Wears Red :)

no’s:

honestly I can picture yuuji in most anything but i don’t think he wears long structured jackets, even fr fancy outfits. he’s too stocky of a build and i think a long jacket makes him look shapeless in a bad way i think mid-thigh is as long as i’d be willing 2 go for his outerwear, though im sure with the right fit i could b convinced otherwise

megumi:  casual: 

tl;dr: loose sweater over turtleneck/over collared shirt i feel SO strongly about megumi in loose straight silhouettes. HEAVY on the grey/black neutrals with the occasional cool jewel tone (green or teal u know how it is) though i do also like him in a chocolate brown! it is important 2 me also that whatever pants he wears r not too baggy since his top will have a lot of that Chunkiness to it and u need some shape n slimness 2 the leg 2 balance it out. this overall silhouette on megu >>>>>>>

formal:

unlike yuuji i Do think megumi could pull off a suit jacket or maybe even a blazer but whatever it is u best bet this boy is in All Black . I also like him in a turtleneck instead of a dress shirt but if we button him up Completely i think it achieves more or less the same look 

no’s: 

ok i have a couple but my biggest one is Fushiguro Megumi Does Not Wear Shorts end of story no further elaboration. also, this is slightly more forgiveable but like w yuuji i would avoid him in long jackets Also, altho fr the opposite reason . it’s not tht he’s too stocky for it rather i think he’s too lanky n a long coat runs the risk of drowning him — again situational tho !!!!! he would probably look good in a black wool coat so i will entertain the possibility . 

also listen. this is a personal headcanon and ik it likely puts me in the minority and i may even get flack fr this . but i do not think fushiguro megumi would have piercings. i know ive drawn him with earrings before but listen those were for Me . those were for the fit. he was an acting mannequin. but just him??? his personal feelings?? i just have a hard time thinking that boy is th type 2 put metal in his face sue me :’/ 

nobara:  casual: 

this is so hard because a. women’s fashion has SO many more options b. nobara is 100% the type to have a different style every week and c. she looks good in all of it. I think though i like her best in long skirts and layers so something along these lines is a Hard yes from me, though possibly with a brighter colour palette

formal:

i had Other ideas but god just spoke to me through pinterest by showing me this dress and this is all i want to see nobara in actually. 

(((real talk tho in terms of fancy dresses I like her in black/gold/red/pink for colours, either baby doll or bell skirts, strapless sweetheart necklines,, etc etc etc)))

no’s: 

similar to yuuji, I don’t have many things that i picture as off-limits for nobara fashion-wise bc she seems the type to experiment :’) I think any faux-pas i can name r just my own fashion icks so i’ll just go with those: no low rise and no full skin-tight fits (ik i said she seems down for anything but i think she draws the line @ athleisure). also maybe a pocket pick but i don't think she would wear orange or hot pink on account of her hair

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Friendly 141, anxious König, König cuteness, König learns to dance, Ghost being stubborn, tw: Ghost being a creep, justifying objectification, pervy thoughts, jealous/possessive thoughts, funny Soap antics, Price being the dad of the group)

Reader POV:

Later that night, you quickly got dressed for the team's night out. It was the first time you got to dress up during your visit, so you were trying to make sure not a single hair was out of place. You were excited to go out on the town, but you were doubly excited to finally have Price’s assignment behind you after tonight. You'd keep face and be cordial with Ghost whenever it counted. But beyond that, you no longer wanted anything to do with him. It was just too much of a risk. As you slipped on a pair of black heels, someone knocked and called through your door.

"You about ready yet?"

"Coming!"

After giving yourself a quick spritz of perfume, you hurried out into the hallway. The whole team was patiently waiting outside your door, chatting a bit to pass the time. But as soon as they saw you, all conversation ground to a halt. You were wearing your favorite little black dress. The front was flowy as draped fabric cut down your torso in a plunging neckline, ending halfway down your torso. But otherwise, the fabric was skin tight as it hugged your ample curves. It was the kind of dress that you had to be a bit careful in, though. The hemline ended maybe an inch or two below your ass, so careful movement was a must. But you'd learned exactly how you could navigate a night of dancing without it riding up and higher. Plus, you had a saucy little surprise that you were certain would knock König’s socks off later that night. With the exception of a few perfectly placed baby hairs, your curls were pulled back in a high puff. It billowed out from the back of your head, looking almost like a fluffy halo.

Judging by the tiny area of skin König’s mask revealed around his eyes, he immediately went beet red and just stood there gazing at you adoringly. From behind him, someone let out a wolf whistle.

“You better give your girl a kiss.” Price smiled, nudging him out of his stupor and closer to you.

“If he won’t, I will!” Soap joked, puckering his lips.

John shot him a tired glance, shaking his head before turning back to you. “Ignore him, please.”

But König only had eyes for you at the moment. He ambled forward awkwardly, but then sweetly took your hand in his.

You gave him a little turn to show him every angle of your outfit, striking a pose. “What do you think?”

“Mein Engel,” he whispered. “You look so beautiful.”

“Aw, thank you! You don’t look too shabby yourself.”

Everyone had taken effort to dress appropriately for your night out. Well, they had taken an effort to not look like soldiers, for once. König was wearing a satiny button up shirt and a pair of black trousers. It was so strange to see him in something other than tan or camouflage. Though he’d abandoned his helmet for the night, he still kept his hood as an essential piece of the ensemble. He’d neatly positioned the hemline so that it swept across his shoulders like a loose scarf. A bit unconventional for a night club, but classy nonetheless. And he had a twin, because Alejandro had chosen a similar color palette. He had opted for a slim-fit black V-neck and a pair of gray jeans.

Price had opted for a more formal look. You could tell he’d taken the time to pamper his beard and mustache as they now bore a healthy sheen. The arms of his blazer bulged around his biceps and he’d left the first few buttons of his shirt undone. He was bound to get plenty of attention tonight for those details alone. The only thing that gave him away as military were his shoes. They were polished to a glossy perfection!

The only one who had gone full-on casual was Soap. He’d gelled his signature mohawk, but otherwise had just grabbed a white short sleeved shirt and a pair of khaki joggers. Comfortable and casual, as always.

As you complimented everyone on their clothing, Price thumped the back of his hand against Ghost’s door. “Get a move on! It’s rude to keep a lady waiting.”

The door opened, and Ghost stomped out, barely glancing at anyone before heading towards the door. His eyes lingered on you with a spark of interest, but he quickly looked away.

“Let’s get this over with,” he grumbled.

Upon seeing him, Soap cringed hard. “Please, tell me you’re not wearing that.”

Ghost clearly hadn’t put an ounce of effort into this. You assumed it was his way of being defiant. Because he was dressed just like he always was. The same dark pants, the same dark top, the same tactical vest. He’d removed all the weapons from their respective pockets (though you wouldn’t be surprised if he still had a few of them hidden on his person somewhere). But otherwise, his appearance had gone unchanged. And, as he turned and crossed his arms, it was evident that it would remain that way.

“Well?” he snapped at Price. “Are we going or not?”

After pinching the bridge of his nose and clenching his jaw, John strode past him and held the door. “Alright, team. Let’s move.”

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The team filed into the parking lot, dispersing towards their respective vehicles. Price claimed the passenger seat in Ghost’s jeep, probably to ensure that he actually arrived at your destination. But as for you, Soap, and Alejandro, the three of you were content to ride with König. It had been a stressful day, so you were eager to dance your cares away. And a few drinks would certainly help to keep them away.

Your feelings immediately lifted as König pulled into a parking space, and you heard the thumping beat of music drifting out through the doors of the club. Mere seconds after he'd shut the car off, you were already clambering out of the car.

“Come on!” you grabbed König's hand and started to run, dragging him behind you as you went. “Let’s get this party started!”

Your group slowly filed into the building, slipping into the throng. Making your way through the crowd was surprisingly easy too since all it took was a glance at your group for people to warily step out of your path.

For a moment, you pretended you were a celebrity being escorted by bodyguards. It was silly and childish, but you couldn't help but notice how your group likely appeared to everyone else. A dolled up girl surrounded on all sides by muscular, imposing men. It made you feel safe, almost invincible.

Price cupped his hand to his mouth, shouting to be heard over the noise. "I'll find us a table! But bring me a drink!"

König nodded and the rest of you made your way to the bar. After politely helping you into your seat, König claimed the next bar stool over and gestured towards the bartender. You noticed Ghost push his way past behind you, choosing the stool all the way in the corner. Typical.

The bartender soon rushed over to your group, wiping his hands on a small towel. "What can I get you folks?"

"Bourbon, neat. And a Jagertee, please, if you offer them."

The bartender paused, looking up the unfamiliar drink before nodding. "I think I can make that happen. And for the lovely lady?"

"Just a Long Island, please."

"Perfect, I'll have those right out."

As the bartender turned to wait on Soap and Alejandro, you yelled over the noise at König. "What's a Jagertee?"

He smiled. "A taste of my home! They are quite nice, you'll see!"

After the bartender returned with a drink for each of you and two for König, you all carefully weaved your way across the room to where Price was waving. The sight made you giggle since it wasn't really necessary. At his size and height, he was incredibly easy to pick out from a crowd. He'd secured a handful of round booths. Other plain-clothed military personnel were already huddled around most of them. But Price gestured towards the last one that was still empty. As you all relaxed on the cushioned bench, Price immediately noticed Ghost’s absence. Since a majority of the noise was confined to the other areas of the club, he didn't have to yell when he spoke this time.

"Where's Ghost?" He said, thanking König for the bourbon.

Soap sipped his drink. "Still at the bar."

"Like a scared perrito," Alejandro laughed.

But Price was not amused. "I was very clear that the requirement was to participate. But I'll just keep an eye on him for now."

Ghost POV:

The bartender had loitered on his end of the bar for far too long now, seemingly doing any random task that would keep him there for a while. Ghost knew what he was doing, too. He was trying to stay within earshot in case he wanted to buy himself a drink. But though his brooding presence likely said otherwise, he refused to contribute to the chaos around him. Instead, he was more than content to do a little people watching to pass the time.

The term "people watching" was a bit inaccurate, though. A more appropriate term would have been “person watching”, because he only had his eyes on one person: König’s girl.

It all started when they had come to the bar for drinks. The practiced way she had perched on the bar stool, her hands primly placed in her lap to keep her dress secure. Those were telltale signs of a girl who was wearing a dress that was far too short for her own good.

After she’d gotten her drink, Ghost hadn’t bothered to hide his blatant stare. No one was looking at him anyway. Everyone was either already drunk, preoccupied, or looking elsewhere entirely. So, no one would notice where his eyes happened to wander as she made her way towards the tables. He took a particular interest in the hem of her dress, the way the sway of her hips made it rise tantalizingly high before shifting back into place with her next step. Ghost wasn’t a praying man by any means. But he’d drop to his knees on the spot if some higher power would make her stumble, make her drop something. Anything to get her to accidentally bend over just once. Just for him.

It’s not like it was his fault. Why else would you wear something like that unless you were just begging to be slowly undressed in the mind of every man who crossed your path? And then to actually strip her down? God, what a night that’d be.

Ghost toyed with the fantasy that she’d worn that dress specifically for his secret pleasure. But the thought immediately went sour as envy took the stage. All it had taken to ruin his daydream was Konig placing a steadying hand at the small of her back as they went.

He scowled, seething all over again. What had initially begun as simple jealousy was gradually being stoked to hatred. He fucks the girl Ghost wanted most, him forced to see them constantly enjoying each other's company felt like merciless taunting, and now he couldn’t even dream in peace. It was as if König had planned it that way just to irk him. But as Ghost sat there, mindlessly clenching his fist, he began to plot a devilish little plan of his own. He just had to wait for the perfect opportunity to set it into motion.

Reader POV:

Once you and König had settled into the booth, you took a sip of your beverage and savored the sweet taste as it washed over your tongue. You didn't know just how strong it had been made though. The bartender had perfectly blended the ingredients such that the distinctive tastes of tequila, vodka, and gin were practically imperceptible!

Beside you, König lifted the front of his hood and ducked his drink briefly out of sight. After he did so, he paused before giving a curt nod of approval. Apparently, whoever was bartending was knocking it out of the park tonight! You'd have to be sure to tip him well before the night was over.

König turned towards you, his eyes full of excitement. He gently scooted his drink in your direction. "Would you like to try?"

"Of course!"

You took a hesitant sip, bracing for the sharp taste of alcohol. But you were pleasantly surprised at the flavor! It tasted vaguely of wintertime. You could pick out notes of clove and cinnamon from the rum.

"Wow! König, that's delicious!" You guessed at its contents, but gave up beyond clove, cinnamon, and rum.

"There is also black tea," he offered. "But one more thing too! Try again."

Another sip confirmed his hint. There was a splash of brightness to it, but you couldn't quite put your finger on what it could be. After scrunching up your face in deep thought, you finally surrendered with a shake of your head.

"It's citrus," König whispered, giving you a cute wink before reclaiming his drink. "I wasn't sure if they would make it for me or make it right. But this drink always comforts me. It tastes of my homeland."

The comment suddenly made you wonder what Austria was like. You'd never had the money or time in your schedule for international travel. But the more you got to know him, the more you wanted to see Austria for yourself at least once in your lifetime.

"I'd love to see where you grew up, where you trained.” You said, curious. “I want to see everything!"

"Well, that part is nothing fancy. I started off in JaKdo. But that was a long time ago." Seeing your confusion at the term, he clarified a bit for you. "JaKdo is short for Jagdkommando. It's our Special Forces unit. But what I'd really want to show you is the rest of the country."

"Oh? Paint me a picture."

"It is beautiful there, very peaceful.” His eyes took on a far off look as fond memories resurfaced in his mind. “A lot of green land and pretty mountains. If you ever want to visit, I'd love to show you around. There are churches, lovely music, and even castles!"

"Aw, that sounds like paradise! How could you ever leave a place like that behind?"

"Because you are my paradise now."

He said the words in a matter of fact way, like the response was the most obvious thing in the world. Though he clearly hadn’t intended it in a flirtatious manner, it still made you melt. And he was right. Being with him felt like paradise more and more each passing day.

"You want to see real beauty?" Soap said, downing the rest of his drink. "Come to Scotland. That's where the real beauty is."

"No, it is Austria," König chuckled. "I am certain."

The two squabbled playfully and Soap threw in a few rounds of "Scotland forever" just for good measure.

"Girls, don't fight. You're both pretty, okay?" Price teased. "Besides, we're here to have fun. And if my memory serves me, your girl mentioned a love of dancing."

You nodded, quickly finishing your drink and starting to slide out of the booth. As you went, you grabbed König's hand.

"Oh, um, nein," he gave you a nervous laugh. "I do not dance. There are so many people dancing already."

He anxiously eyed the jostling crowd. There was a brief flash of fear in his eyes as he tugged against your hand to convey he wanted to stay put.

"Here," Price slid his glass of bourbon across the table to König. "They don't call it liquid courage for nothing."

Alejandro did the same.

"Okay," König said, straightening his back as he slipped Price’s drink behind his hood. "I will try."

He cocked his head back before setting the empty glass down on the table.

"Attaboy!" Soap cheered as he finished off Alejandro's drink shortly afterward. "At that rate, you'll be dancing on tables in no time!"

"Sei still," König shot back with a laugh before finally making his way out of the booth behind you.

"You told me to shut up, didn't you? He told me to shut up, didn't he?"

The rest of the group rolled with laughter as the two of you walked hand in hand towards the rowdy dance floor.

You were tempted to join right in, but one glance at König’s slightly panicked eyes told you taking it slow was probably the best idea.

"Here," you said, pulling him to the edge of the crowd. "Just follow the music and follow my lead. You'll get the hang of it."

As the music smoothly transitioned to one of your favorites, you turned your back to him and let the music guide your feet. Maintaining a comforting hand hold with him, you closed your eyes and began to bounce and sway your hips with the pounding rhythm. After a moment you spun back to see how he was doing. And after what you saw, you did your absolute best not to double over in laughter.

Though you hadn't meant it literally, König was obediently following your lead to the letter. He looked down at you for reassurance as he cutely rocked his hips from side to side just like you had been. You almost didn’t want him to stop, it was just too adorable. But behind him, you saw Soap slap his knee and whip out his phone to capture the moment. Luckily, a pointed glare from you was enough to send his phone back into his pocket.

"Are you sure I'm doing this right?" He asked hesitantly.

"You're doing great, babe! But let's try something else."

Taking his hand, you led him a few steps deeper into the group. He didn't need anyone teasing him while he found his feet. His eyes went a bit wider again, and he seemed tense, but you gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

"Don't worry, I won't let you go. I'm right here."

He gave you a nod as his dancing lesson continued.

"Okay. So this time, you leave the hip moves to me. And you stand behind me like this."

You turned, rolling your hips in a classic whine and tugging him against you from behind. Without prompting, his hands found your hips as you began grinding against him in time with the music.

For a good while, König was more than content to stay right where he was. It wasn't long until he found his footing and began to grind back a little himself. But you were caught by surprise when he grabbed you, lifting you clear off the floor as he turned you to face him.

"I think you're getting the hang of this," you giggled, continuing your dance as he moved with you. His eyes were bright but far more relaxed now. And the surrounding skin had a slight flush to it. Clearly, the alcohol had begun to work its magic. If this was only the beginning, then this was going to be a night of fun for sure.

I know this story includes some pretty dark themes. But at the end of the day, I care more about the well-being of my readers than I do for hits or kudos. Period. I never want my writing to conjure up emotions or feelings that negatively impact you beyond the story. This story can be dark and uncomfortable at times. But it is always intended strictly for fun and fantasy. If at any point along the way it stops being a pleasurable experience, please please close this page and walk away. My stories are never worth your well-being, loves.

[mari-writes]

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Bokuto is surprised, but pleasantly so, when Akaashi invites him out to a concert.

The first year setter is quiet off the court. He spends most of his free time with his nose in a book or a mug of tea, and doesn’t really seem the type to be into live rock music.

“You don’t have to say yes,” Akaashi mutters, nervously pulling at his fingers. “I just… I know you enjoy listening to music. And I thought you might like this band. I really do, but I’ve never seen them perform. And my parents don’t want me to go alone, so…”

Bokuto smiles, oddly charmed at his friend’s awkwardness. He and Akaashi have been on the same team for the better part of a year, but he’s still learning more about him every day. 

“I’d love to!”

They meet for the show at the train station. Bokuto spots him and calls out, waving both his arms as he jogs over. The first thing he notices is that Akaashi looks different in street clothes. He’s seen him in his school uniform, his volleyball kit and training attire, pajamas and even casual wear. But never like this.

Akaashi wears a pair of slim fit jeans, a long-sleeved shirt with the band’s logo on front, and a pair of suede ankle boots. His hair is styled slightly, and Bokuto does a double take when he spots a touch of black liner drawn onto his eyelids.

Bokuto feels a bit undressed in his joggers, t-shirt and zip-up hoodie. “You look nice,” he says, ears feeling strangely warm.

The club is already open when they arrive. The show is sold out, and hopeful fans converge at the entrance, trying to get in. It’s sort of chaotic, but eventually their tickets are scanned and they make it inside.

Finding a spot in the crowd is a challenge. Despite being tall, they keep getting jostled and blocked. Bokuto hovers an arm behind Akaashi, not quite touching but protecting his friend from sharp elbows and heavy feet.

“Wow, they’re popular, huh?” Bokuto can’t help but gape at the amount of people, all packed into such a small space. 

Akaashi nods. “They might need to book a bigger venue next time…”

They enjoy the opening act, chatting in between the songs. Despite the crowd, Bokuto is happy to see Akaashi loosening up, relaxing. He seems to settle comfortably into the noisy environment. 

He also looks excited. Very excited. He’s trying to hold back, but there’s this gleam in the boy’s eyes. A spark. He keeps eagerly glancing at the stage as the crew sets up for the headliner.

When the band finally comes out, Akaashi cheers, bouncing on his toes and clapping. Bokuto snorts and nudges him teasingly. Akaashi nudges back, and they both chuckle.

The band is great. They’re fun, energetic, but grounded in how they play together. The lyrics are a bit abstract and poetic, some of it going over Bokuto’s head, but that’s okay. He’ll ask Akaashi about it later.

Speaking of—Bokuto has a hard time concentrating on watching the band itself, as he keeps stealing glances at his friend, unable to look away for too long. Akaashi sings along to almost every song, face raw with emotion as he’s clearly moved by the lyrics. 

The club’s lighting illuminates the boy’s profile, accentuating his sharp cheekbones and jawline. He jumps up and down during the fast songs, and then sways in place, eyes closed as if in a trance when the rhythms slow.

He’s sort of… beautiful. Captivating. Bokuto wonders absently if that’s a normal thing to think about a friend.

The band plays for nearly two hours, coming back for an encore before taking a long, grateful bow together at the front of the stage. Akaashi’s eyes look a little glassy as he claps so hard his palms redden. 

“Did you have fun?” Bokuto asks once they make it out of the club. The streets are dark but lively, full of fans still buzzed from both alcohol and adrenaline.

Akaashi nods. “I did. Th-thank you for coming with me, Bokuto-san.”

“Hey hey, it was great!” He grins. “I’ll have to check out their albums!”

The train ride back is mostly quiet. Exhaustion—from the late hour, and standing/dancing for so long—is definitely catching up to them. Thank goodness it’s not a school night. Bokuto is unsure if he could’ve made it to morning practice.

Bokuto hops off at Akaashi’s stop and walks him home. His friend tries to stop him, of course, but he insists. The night they just had together… it felt different. Special. Something about it makes Bokuto want to prolong it for as long as possible.

“Here we are!” He grins, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking on his heels. “Have a good night, ‘kaashi!”

The boy nods, moving to leave, but then he hesitates. Bokuto watches curiously as his hands ball into fists at his sides. He takes a long, controlled breath, and turns back to Bokuto.

For a few moments they just stand there on Akaashi’s doorstep, a few paces apart, staring at each other. Bokuto wonders what he’s missing. Is Akaashi okay? Should he—

“Can… can I hug you, Bokuto-san?”

Akaashi’s voice is soft. Timid. So much so that Bokuto thinks he misheard. But no, the boy is looking at him eagerly, waiting with bated breath.

Bokuto smiles for perhaps the hundredth time that night, nods once, and opens his arms wide.

The hug is different than others they’ve shared, among teammates or after scoring a point. Akaashi’s long fingers dig into Bokuto’s back, and his nose burrows into his shoulder. 

A profound sense of contentment washes over Bokuto as he returns the embrace. He feels warm. So warm. He catches a whiff of something pleasant—is it cologne, or just Akaashi himself?

When they do eventually part, Akaashi is quick to lower his gaze as he walks backward towards the house. “Good night, Bokuto-san,” he says politely. “Safe travels home.” 

With that, the boy turns on his heel and hurries in through his front door. With a final click, the door closes and he’s gone.

Bokuto releases a shaky breath. He continues to gaze at the house, half expecting Akaashi to come back out and… do what? He’s not sure. Why does it feel like he’s still missing something?

He has to force himself to leave. He takes one last look at the house. His friend’s bedroom window is now illuminated by a soft glow, and he thinks he catches a glimpse of the boy’s silhouette within.

“G’night, ‘kaashi,” he whispers, as if it’s a secret. “Sweet dreams.”

//

Please appreciate how nervous Akaashi must’ve been asking his crush, his STAR, out to a concert. At the end he’s probably pacing his bedroom freaking out about the hug. 😅 Thanks for reading! Please comment/share if you enjoyed! It really helps me out. —Mari💕

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These clothes are separates only. I tried to mash them up into full body, but Milkshape... didn't like it. Too many polys maybe.

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*BREATHS IN AGGRESSIVELY* YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO after so much time without uploading a sim........I- I could not resist making my own version of Miguel.....U///u✌ enjoy 💅

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All cc and poses I’ve used below the read more💗💗💗💗💗 (a very long list o-0)

Poses

First pic poses by @kassimsdesign - MALE COLLAB POSES

Second pic by  @j-e-n-n-e-h - Second Snap

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New sliders babyyy!!! I used different ones on him >wo!

- Lip fullness slider by @vibrantpixels 

- Mouth Scale Slider by @teanmoon

- More sliders for the face! by @obscurus-sims (width slider one)

- Better Male Bodies Sliders by @narci-cism (BetterMaleBodySliders one)

- Pouty Lip-Slider ( ˘ ³˘)♥ by @miikocc

- Eyebrow Slider by @miikocc

- Height Slider & Extras by @luumia (neck, hip and heigh sliders)

- Presets & Sliders by @luumia (hand and face asym ones)

- Shoulder Height Slider by Hellfrozeover

- Extra Neck Width Slider by Golyhawhaw

- Wrist Size Slider by Golyhawhaw

- Classic Physique Nipple + Bumpmap(beta) version by Golyhawhaw (the  version backlower default one)

- 👽 DEFAULT NOSE SLIDER by MAGIC BOT

- 👽 DEFAULT MOUTH SLIDER by MAGIC BOT

- 👽 DEFAULT CHIN SLIDER by MAGIC BOT

- ❝Forehead Height Slider❞ by @bloodmooncc

- Eye size slider + head size slider by @marsosims

--------------Skin Details, Tattoos, Arm-Leg Hair and Feet-----

- Spotlight Tattoos by SimMandy

- Misc. face details by okruee

- Halloween Gift by @obscurus-sims (eyemask N8, red one)

- Vanilla Skin by @luumia (go into the sfs DL link, in the folder of sfs; go to the sub folder called skin details and choose: LUUMIA_skindetail_LipTints)

- ENRICHED SKIN OVERLAY by Golyhawhaw

- GOLD STANDARD BODY HAIR by Golyhawhaw (arm and leg)

- HD feet version 5. Update island living by @necrodogmtsands4s

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- E-BOY XL Makeup Collection by Pralinesims (download the oudated version and get the Pralinesims_Eyebrows_N156_Lotto.package one)

- TS4 Male Hair G48 by Ginko Sims

- [Osoon] Teeth 01 by @5so0n 

NOTE bc I dind’t knew how that devil website WoRkEd XDD so a lil advice: in the link above I provide, click on it and scroll down a bit and click on the ‘‘i agree inside the little yellow rectangle, it will take you to ‘’Linkvertise’’. From there scroll down a bit and you’ll see a ‘‘Direc Access with Premium or Free Access’‘ in orange and black, click the one that says ‘’Free Access’‘, it will open up a new window saying that u need to ‘’choose and complete’’ its a 3 step thingy, 1. choose whatever ‘’im interested’’ it doesn’t matter, 2. click in learn more (close the window that opens up xd and wait like 10 secs, in grey letters in the bottom it will appear a ‘‘ I already completed this step’‘ click on that xd, and there!, it will give u the link to SFS......eazy peasy XD.

- Semi-realistic Teeth by @kiellessa (set 1)

- in the zip file will be a extra 01Eyebrows - HQ.package, i dont know where it comes from but its needed lol, so i’ll leave it there in the zip file xD

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- BEETLE EYES 2 by @squea (get all)

- No EA Eyelashes HOTFIX by @escapingpotplant

- another extra one, I tried to find where it comes from the [D1]obscurus_presets1.package thas in my mods folder, but with no luck, so i’ll leave it in the zip file included, its rlly needed 👍

--------------Clothes and Shoes-------------------------------------------------------------------

- Bespoke Suits V.1 by SimmieV

- REINA_TS4_F&M_TOWEL ACC by Reina Sims4 (male towel acc HQ)

- Floral Buttonup Shirt by McLayneSims

- [KK] Basic set 17 by KK's creation (pants)

- KK Basic set 08 by KK's creation (jeans)

- DSF PANT MARE by DanSimsFantasy

- Slim-Fit Trousers by Darte77

- CC Pack - Feb 2021 by Darte77 (AMtop299 HQ)

- CC Pack - December 2021 by Darte77 (Darte77_NikeAirMax270HQ, not cu or af)

- «miracle» cc pack by clumsyalien ([RAE SCARF V1 YM])

- KD joggers by akaysims

- Men's shoes collection Part 1 by Jius-sims (all of em uwu)

- Slim Fit Turtleneck by Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla

- Loose Shirts by Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla

- ᵉʳʳᵒʳ404ᵖʰⁱˡˡⁱᵖˢ ᶜˡᵒᵗʰᵉˢ by εяяσя404ρнιℓℓιρs (just the ‘’She Told Me To Relax Joggers’’ and Basketball Shorts-->at the very bottom)

--------------Extra mods I recommend👌 and some that are are needed👈-----------

- WickedWhims v176f (needed for the golyhawhaw torso body selector of course owo)

- MC Command Center 2023.4.1 👌

-Extreme Violence -MOD- V 2.4.1 👌(very eazy to use the design is very human xD)

- VAMPIRES - Reworked Vampires Mods by Zero's Sims 4 Mods (tweaks one needed for his vampiroc poWeRs, already included in the zip file)

- P*rnst*r C*ck V6 [WickedWhims] by .Noir. (for the pp, included in the zip file 🥵in ww body selector, in the pp part, select whatever u find best, I personally use the thick hard/soft big cut >:3)

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Miguel O’Hara belongs to Marvel Worldwide, Inc.  ©2023 MARVEL

The Sims 4 © 2023 Electronic Arts Inc.

_+**++Miguel O'Hara++**+_ - zip file containing all mods/sliders and tray files in my MediaFire xXDiamond_AraXx  uwO ( 852.23MB )

[ragedagainst]

bold what applies to your muse; italicize what sometimes applies; strike what never applies.

► AESTHETIC -- dark colors. bright colors.  neon colors.  soft colors.  blood.  forests.  space.  mansions.  ghosts.  asylums.  wastelands.  fire.  injuries.  hands. dolls.  fog.  storms.  galaxies.  snow.  dawn.  midnight.  cold.  animals.  sharp teeth.  neck.  shoulders.  bruises.  freckles.  legs.  feminine.  masculine.  burns.  weapons.  colorful hair.  witchcraft.  lips.  webs.  fields.  corn fields.  tears.  sweat.  glitter.  flowers.  plants.  magic.  fear.  pain.  murder.  guns.  scars.  missing posters.  old paintings.  strange eyes. explosions.  creatures.  lingerie.  kissing.  playfulness. metal.  diamonds.  rust.  iron.  stealth.  running away.  steel.  glass.  wood.  porcelain.  paper.  fur.  lace.  leather.  synthetics.  robots. droids.  monsters.  childhood fears.  cigarettes.  alcohol.  cameras.  video cameras.  polaroid cameras.  phones.  computers.  war.  peace.  angels. demons.  decay.  sadness.  red lipstick.  powder puffs.  abandoned cars.  skeletons.  strangling.  overcoats.  puppets.  torture. ptsd.  insomnia.  old cottages.  loyalty.  hospitals. syringes.  bared teeth.  scary basements.  butterflies.  prosthetic limbs.  cats.  dogs.  dreams.  burned-out buildings.  armor.

► APPEARANCE -- thick waist. narrow waist.  narrow hips.  average hips.  wide hips.  curvy frame.  muscular frame.  chubby frame.  petite frame.  lanky frame.  voluptuous frame.  lean frame.  skinny.  long legs.  stumpy.  average legs.  thick thighs.  muscular thighs.  toned thighs.  slender thighs.  beer belly.  toned stomach.  flat stomach. feminine frame.  masculine frame.  six pack.  harsh facial features.  baby face. shaved face.  soft features.  angular features.  square jaw.  beard. five o'clock shadow. freckles.  scars.  moles.  dimples.  braces.  tattoos.  piercings.  pigtails.  messy hair.  pixie cut.  bald.  long hair.  shaved head.  ponytail.  clipped-back fringe.  shoulder length.  bob cut.  old-fashioned hairstyle.  dreadlocks.  bun.  braids.  shaved side.  mohawk.  buzz cut.  afro.  asymmetric.  crown braid. wavy. short.  cotton buns.  fade.  comb over.  side part.  other.

► WARDROBE -- tight pants. denim jeans  cargo pants.  fatigues.  chinos.  khakis.  dress slacks.  slim-fit.  dockers.  pajama bottoms.  shorts.  short-shorts.  jean shorts.  dungarees.  skirt-overalls.  pencil skirt.  long skirt.  mini skirt.  tutu.  leggings.  sports bra.  yoga pants.  basketball shorts.  joggers.  sweats.  sweater.  sweater vest.  vest.  t-shirt. tank undershirt. long-sleeve.  tight shirts.  polo shirt.  athletic shirt.  cardigan.  button-up shirt.  v-neck. henley.  flannels.  plaid. crop top.  tank top.  blouse.  racerback shirts.  boob tube.  sundress.  1-shoulder dress.  strapless.  jumper dress.  apron dress.  dress shirt.  ball gown.  nightgown.  hoodies.  army jacket.  mechanic coveralls.  trench coat.  bomber jacket.  sport coat. leather jacket.  lots of layers.  uniform.  dress uniform. armor.  bare feet. high heels.  ballet shoes.  jelly shoes.  flip-flops.  sandals.  rain boots.  sneakers.  pumps.  flats.  thigh-high boots.  cowboy boots. timberland boots. doc martens.  slip-ons.  slippers.  motorcycle boots.  chukkas.  loafers.  dress boots.  knee boots. riding boots.  knee-high socks.  socks.  hose.  stockings.  beanies.  top hat.  sunhat.  newsboy cap.  fedora.  baseball cap. belt.  tool / utility belt.  gloves.

► HAS YOUR MUSE EVER… broken a bone. had a near death experience.  killed someone (and succeeded). saved a life.  self-harmed.  attempted suicide. had surgery.  kissed the same gender/sex.  had sex.  had sex and regretted it. lost a loved one.  had a pet.  gotten arrested.  gotten married.  divorced. cheated.  gotten shot.  been stabbed.  witnessed death.  taken drugs. gotten drunk. kept a promise you regretted.  played with an ouija board. seen a ghost.  been in a car accident.  gotten stitches. suffered from amnesia. survived a natural disaster. survived an assassination attempt. survived a plane / ship crash. been framed. gone undercover. faked death. assumed a fake identity. led a double life.  invented something. had something slipped in their food / drink.  been kidnapped. been taken hostage.  been sexually assaulted.  been bullied.  bullied someone.  had a stalker. been betrayed.  been a traitor. been blackmailed.  been abused.  gotten away with crime. killed someone (and failed).

tagged by: @stillsolo thank you so much! tagging: @deadmare , @proditeur , @enchaentd , @strnza , @guttcrson , @sectyr , @profecier , and you !!

[stillsolo]

bold what applies to your muse; italicize what sometimes applies; strike what never applies.

► AESTHETIC dark colors. bright colors.  neon colors.  soft colors.  BLOOD.  forests.  SPACE.  mansions.  ghosts.  asylums.  wastelands.  fire.  INJURIES.  HANDS. dolls.  fog.  STORMS.  GALAXIES.  snow.  DAWN.  MIDNIGHT.  cold.  animals.  sharp teeth.  neck.  shoulders.  BRUISES.  freckles.  legs.  feminine.  MASCULINE.  burns.  WEAPONS.  colorful hair.  witchcraft.  lips.  webs.  fields.  corn fields.  TEARS.  SWEAT.  glitter.  flowers.  plants.  magic.  FEAR.  PAIN.  MURDER.  GUNS.  SCARS.  MISSING POSTERS.  old paintings.  strange eyes.  EXPLOSIONS.  creatures.  lingerie.  KISSING.  PLAYFULNESS.  METAL.  diamonds.  RUST.  IRON.  STEALTH.  RUNNING AWAY.  STEEL.  glass.  wood.  porcelain.  paper.  FUR.  lace.  LEATHER.  synthetics.  robots. DROIDS.  monsters.  CHILDHOOD FEARS.  cigarettes.  ALCOHOL.  cameras.  video cameras.  polaroid cameras.  phones.  computers.  WAR.  PEACE.  angels. demons.  decay.  sadness.  red lipstick.  powder puffs.  ABANDONED CARS.  skeletons.  strangling.  overcoats.  puppets.  torture. PTSD.  INSOMNIA.  old cottages.  LOYALTY.  hospitals. syringes.  BARED TEETH.  scary basements.  butterflies.  prosthetic limbs.  cats.  dogs.  dreams.  burned-out buildings.  armor.

► APPEARANCE thick waist. NARROW WAIST.  NARROW HIPS.  average hips.  wide hips.  curvy frame.  muscular frame.  chubby frame.  petite frame.  lanky frame.  voluptuous frame.  LEAN FRAME.  SKINNY.  LONG LEGS.  stumpy.  average legs.  thick thighs.  muscular thighs.  TONED THIGHS.  slender thighs.  beer belly.  toned stomach.  flat stomach. feminine frame.  MASCULINE FRAME.  six pack.  harsh facial features.  baby face. SHAVED FACE.  soft features.  angular features.  square jaw.  beard. FIVE O'CLOCK SHADOW. freckles.  SCARS.  moles.  dimples.  braces.  tattoos.  piercings.  pigtails.  MESSY HAIR.  pixie cut.  bald.  long hair.  shaved head.  ponytail.  clipped-back fringe.  shoulder length.  bob cut.  old-fashioned hairstyle.  dreadlocks.  bun.  braids.  shaved side.  mohawk.  buzz cut.  afro.  asymmetric.  crown braid.  WAVY. SHORT.  cotton buns.  fade.  comb over.  side part.  other.

► WARDROBE tight pants. DENIM JEANS.  cargo pants.  fatigues.  chinos.  khakis.  dress slacks.  SLIM-FIT.  dockers.  pajama bottoms.  shorts.  short-shorts.  jean shorts.  dungarees.  skirt-overalls.  pencil skirt.  long skirt.  mini skirt.  tutu.  leggings.  sports bra.  yoga pants.  basketball shorts.  joggers.  sweats.  sweater.  sweater vest.  VEST.  t-shirt. TANK UNDERSHIRT. LONG-SLEEVE.  tight shirts.  polo shirt.  athletic shirt.  cardigan.  button-up shirt.  v-neck. henley.  flannels.  plaid. crop top.  tank top.  blouse.  racerback shirts.  boob tube.  sundress.  1-shoulder dress.  strapless.  jumper dress.  apron dress.  dress shirt.  ball gown.  nightgown.  hoodies.  army jacket.  MECHANIC COVERALLS.  trench coat.  BOMBER JACKET.  sport coat.  LEATHER JACKET.  lots of layers.  uniform.  dress uniform. armor.  bare feet. high heels.  ballet shoes.  jelly shoes.  flip-flops.  sandals.  rain boots.  sneakers.  pumps.  flats.  thigh-high boots.  cowboy boots. timberland boots. doc martens.  slip-ons.  slippers.  MOTORCYCLE BOOTS.  chukkas.  loafers.  dress boots.  knee boots. RIDING BOOTS.  knee-high socks.  SOCKS.  hose.  stockings.  beanies.  top hat.  sunhat.  newsboy cap.  fedora.  baseball cap. BELT.  TOOL / UTILITY BELT.  gloves.

► HAS YOUR MUSE EVER… BROKEN A BONE. HAD A NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE.  KILLED SOMEONE (AND SUCCEEDED). SAVED A LIFE.  self-harmed.  attempted suicide.  HAD SURGERY.  KISSED THE SAME GENDER/SEX.  HAD SEX.  had sex and regretted it. LOST A LOVED ONE.  had a pet.  GOTTEN ARRESTED.  gotten married.  divorced. cheated.  GOTTEN SHOT.  BEEN STABBED.  WITNESSED DEATH.  taken drugs. GOTTEN DRUNK. kept a promise you regretted.  played with an ouija board. seen a ghost.  been in a car accident.  GOTTEN STITCHES. suffered from amnesia. survived a natural disaster. survived an assassination attempt. SURVIVED A PLANE / SHIP CRASH. been framed. gone undercover. faked death. ASSUMED A FAKE IDENTITY. led a double life.  invented something. HAD SOMETHING SLIPPED INTO THEIR FOOD / DRINK.  BEEN KIDNAPPED. BEEN TAKEN HOSTAGE.  been sexually assaulted.  BEEN BULLIED.  bullied someone.  had a stalker.  BEEN BETRAYED.  been a traitor. been blackmailed.  BEEN ABUSED.  GOTTEN AWAY WITH CRIME. KILLED SOMEONE (AND FAILED).

tagging: @techniiciian @tapalslegacy @magikborn ( violet? ) @ragedagainst @intcthatgoodnight ( dexter? ) @hoovedrycal & you!!

[demonvampire180writes]

Date at the Animal Shelter

Find me on Ao3!

“We’re only going to look, Evan. We’re too busy to have animals.” Tommy reminded his boyfriend for the fifth time in the last hour. Today was the first day off they’d had together in what felt like months and Evan had asked if they could go see the animals at the surrounding shelters. Tommy knew how much the man loved animals - cats, dogs, rabbits, hamsters, you name it, he loved them - so he was hard pressed to tell him no. It’s not that Tommy didn’t also love the cute, furry, four legged fiends, but his love was on an entirely different level. The two of them would run a farm if Tommy let Evan keep every stray animal he brought home with puppy dog eyes, begging to keep them until they could get them to a shelter.

It had only been five months and Tommy didn’t have enough fingers and toes to keep count any longer.

“No, look, I know.” Evan replied as he slipped on his shoes, looking stunning in a tight fitting black t-shirt and a pair of slim fit joggers. “But I figured I could offer to like, help walk the dogs or something while we’re there. The shelter is always short staffed and getting to hang out with some dogs seems like a pretty awesome thing to do on my day off.”

“You know, walking the dogs is how you end up falling in love with one, right?” Tommy teased, pulling Evan into a side hug to kiss his temple. Evan batted at him with a pout on his lips which caused Tommy to laugh and plant another sloppy kiss, this one to his cheek. “No animals, Evan Buckley.” He reiterated once more, booping his boyfriend on the nose before dancing away from his flailing arms. He thought he heard him mutter, we’ll see about that, under his breath as he scowled through the doorway but Tommy chose to believe the man knew better.

An hour later they were at the LA County Human Society. Evan made an immediate beeline for the caged animals where an enormous brown rabbit munched on some hay, its beady eyes focused everywhere but at the people. Evan poked his finger between the bars and cooed at the animal, trying his darndest to get it to move closer so he could pet it. Tommy watched on fondly, hands in his pockets, but didn’t move any closer.

After a couple minutes of futilely trying to win the rabbit over, Evan moved to another stack of cages where a couple of chunky guinea pigs curled up under their little plastic castle, snoring away. In a different cage, one lay pressed against the bars as he squeaked softly, seemingly unbothered by the chaos of the shelter. Evan looked beyond gleeful as he stuck his fingers once more through the cage bars to stroke the unruly black fur of the rodent. Even after the creature tried to take a chunk out of him he turned to Tommy with the widest smile and beamed, “Isn’t he just the cutest?”

Tommy humphed. “For a rodent.” Hey, he didn’t hate the creatures but he didn’t quite understand the concept of keeping them around as pets. Evan cocked an eyebrow at him but said nothing. Instead he turned back around, peering into each cage and attempting to pet any living thing within reach.

Once he’d finished his perusal of small animals, he washed his hands in the provided sink and they made their way into the cat colonies. There were about twenty cages, stacked two high, lined along one wall. On the other side were five small rooms, no more than 4x6 feet big with cat trees and litter boxes pressed against the glass walls. At the very end were three brightly colored doors with medium sized windows to look through. They were, Tommy assumed, the visiting rooms. 

A litany of meows surrounded them as the small creatures pushed themselves against their enclosures, trying their hardest to garner the humans’ attention. Some of the cages hosted two or three kitten sized cats, a chowder of them if you will, while most of them seemed to host one full grown animal. Tommy joined his boyfriend in the cooing this time, approaching each cage with a grin on his face as he poked his fingers through so he could stroke their soft fur.

One cage held a terrified white and black spotted cat named Mary who laid in her litter box, her pupils dilated so big you couldn’t tell what color her eyes were. Another held an orange cat named Georgie who rubbed himself aggressively against the bars, screaming the song of his people. One of the cages with kittens had a trio named after different types of French buns. Another with a litter named after Little Debbie sweet treats.

The two men stopped at each one, spending just a little bit of time with every animal, Tommy’s heart breaking just a bit as he thought about how some of these guys would stay trapped in their cages until they breathed their last. The oldest he’d seen was Mary at fourteen. While she looked healthy, Tommy knew it could be difficult to find adopters for elderly animals. Everyone wanted babies they could raise and mold into their own. He hoped that someone would get that beautiful girl out of her shell and into a good home.

They wandered over to the other wall to peer into the glass enclosures, staring as the cats napped and played. It was in the last room that Evan stopped to stare. Tommy followed his line of sight and mentally let out a breath, knowing that he may have just lost the battle. A small grey and white tabby cat batted at a catnip ball hanging from one of shelves on the floor to ceiling cat trees. It had an elastic band and the cutie would grab onto it with his claws before promptly falling to side to bunny kick the hell out of it, biting into it like he was biting into his prey. He was perfect. With the exception of one thing.

This beautiful baby had one eye.

Tommy looked at the paperwork hanging in the window, searching until he found info for the cat Evan’s eyes hadn’t left. Finding it, he let out a snort that finally got the other man’s attention. “What?” He asked, his eyes drawn back to the cat.

“His name.” Tommy laughed, knowing that telling Evan was basically setting their fate in stone.

“What about it?” He asked, his hand on the door to the enclosure.

“Evan.” Tommy grabbed the man's hand and pulled him to stand next to him, forcing him to look. As soon as he saw it he guffawed, his blue eyes sparkling with pure mirth. “Evan, his name is Jack Sparrow.” The one year old had been found, malnourished, in the streets and had been surrendered to the shelter by his heroes. He’d been neutered, and vaccinated, and was ready to be taken home that day. “A little on the nose, don’t you think?”

“I think he’s perfect.”

“If you go in there Evan, we’re going to be leaving this shelter with a cat. What did I say before I agreed to come here with you?” His tone was exasperated, but he felt fondness tugging at his heart, loving the way his boyfriends eyes softened as he stared in at the perfectly imperfect animal. Tommy knew, deep in his bones, that the animal could’ve been a hideous, deranged, mess, and Evan would’ve had the compassion to see him and want to take him in and Tommy loved him all the more for it. One missing eye wasn’t a deterrent in the least.

“I just want to say hi.” The man insisted, tugging Tommy towards the door. Sighing, he let himself be dragged in where the cat took immediately to both of them, scenting their legs as he rubbed himself all over them, trying his little best to crawl up their pant legs. Thank God they were both wearing slightly thicker material because this cat had claws like a lion and they were sharper than knives.

Evan leaned down and scooped Jack into his arms, resting the baby’s front paws on his shoulder while supporting his hind paws on his forearm. Jack began to purr, his motor loud enough to be heard across the room, and rubbed himself all over Evan’s stubble. Evan ran his hand down the cat's back, speaking in soft tones as he cuddled him, laughing as he was aggressively pet back

 Tommy’s heart melted and he couldn’t stop the wild image of snuggling on the couch with Jack nestled between them, one paw on Tommy’s leg with his tail curled over Buck’s. Shaking out the image, Tommy said, “Alright Evan, time to go.” His boyfriend’s face fell, and as he expected, was reluctant to put his new friend down. It took another handful of strokes, and softly whispered I love you’s before he could bear to let go. Tommy wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him in close. “We don’t have time.” He whispered, nuzzling his cheek with his nose. “I’d love to bring him home, but we just can’t right now.”

“I know.” Evan huffed, dejected. “Let’s go see the dogs now. I wanna ask if we can help walk them.” Tommy nodded and pulled his boyfriend along, his chest tight as he watched Evan look back towards the cat area repeatedly, his eyes full of yearning.

The younger man's mood bounced back as soon as they entered the dog pens. If the cats had been loud, the dogs were deafening as they barked and growled at the visitors. But neither of them cared. Buck’s head swiveled, looking for an employee, and as soon as he found one he made a beeline for her, his own tail wagging as he approached. Tommy didn’t pay him any mind, instead glancing briefly into each kennel. A lot of the dogs were laying down on their beds, staring with big, pleading eyes into the outside as if all their energy had been drained from them. A few of them stood at their gates, tails wagging as they greeted each new stranger with abandon.

There mostly seemed to be big dogs, the smallest being a Jack Russel mixed with something else kind of small. And a lot of these ladies and fellas were older, with the youngest being three years old. There must’ve been a recent surge of surrenders and he briefly wondered why. His heart broke for these guys. Or he thought it had. Until he came upon a kennel with a dog that lay in its bed, facing away from the outside world. Tommy could just make out a pair of long, floppy ears, its coat a greying red-brown and white. The dog's sides barely moved as it breathed.

I wonder if it’s sick… Tommy thought, frowning. If it was, hopefully the shelter realized and took care of the problem. He stepped back from the gates so he could read the clipboard with information.

Name: Rudy

Age: 10

Gender: Male

Breed: Basset Hound Mix

Spayed/Neutered: Yes

Declawed: No

Reason for surrender:

Tommy’s heart really did nearly stutter to a stop.

Reason for surrender: My elderly dad unfortunately passed away. The shelter called all of my aunts and uncles, to see if someone would take me in, but nobody wanted me. So I came here. I might be old, but I still love to play. I also love to sit at my human’s feet as we watch the wind blow by together. I’d do better in an environment without small children.

Adoption fee: $175, Forget Me Not!

A huge orange sticker was stuck to the bottom of the page with those three words in bold type. Tommy looked over the page and found that Rudy had already been here for three months, and was constantly overlooked due to his age. Wanting to cry, Tommy slowly got into a crouch and clicked his tongue. “Rudy. Hey buddy, hey. Won’t you come say hi?” The animal didn’t move, but Tommy wasn’t about to give up. He softly called his name until those huge, floppy ears perked up and the old man slowly turned to look at him. Tommy whimpered as those giant eyes met his, Rudy’s eyes big and brown with his muzzle turned mostly grey. “C’mere buddy.” Tommy reached into the pail attached to the door to grab a treat, saddened when he realized that Rudy’s pail was mostly full compared to all the other dogs. He held it through the bars and clicked his tongue once more.

Rudy sniffed the air, looking back and forth between it and Tommy before, after a long, long while, getting slowly to his feet. Clearly his old bones ached but he jumped from the bed and lumbered over, giving the treat a smell before licking it. Deciding it was a good enough offering, he very gently took it between his teeth and pulled it from Tommy’s fingers. Tommy grinned like a loon, reaching out to pet the dog on its knobby little head, wanting to kick his feet with glee as the old boy allowed it. When Rudy finished his treat, Tommy held his hand in front of his nose to let him get a smell, and to his joy, received his first doggy kiss, timid as it was.

Internally he was groaning because, if Evan had been gone on Jack Sparrow, Tommy knew that his heart had just been stolen by an elderly dog named Rudy. And he knew, in his heart of hearts, that they’d be going home with not one animal today, but two. And for once it’d be all his fault.

Evan appeared then, out of thin air, appearing disappointed. “What’s up, baby?” Tommy asked, standing to meet his boyfriend’s eyes, reaching out to stroke his shoulders.

Evan peered around him as he muttered, “They said that they have volunteer dog walkers, but I have to go through a training program before I can take them out.”

“That’s too bad.” Tommy said, sincerely, knowing that Evan had been so excited about coming here to do just that. “Maybe you can sign up for one of the classes and next time we come you can take someone out.” He perked up at this.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, why not? I’m sure it would be fun.”

“Will you come with me?”

Tommy pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Absolutely. Now, I think it’s about time we headed out. It’s getting late and we haven’t had lunch.”

“I didn’t get to say hi to all the dogs.” Evan pouted, looking longingly into each of the kennels he could see from where they were standing.

Tommy brushed his hair back and looked into his eyes. “I said hi to every single one, I promise. Will that do for today? I’m really, really hungry.”

Evan sighed, shoulders slumping. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Good. Now I have to go to the bathroom before we make the drive back, can you take the keys and go wait in the car?”

“Maybe I can stay here and pet the dogs while you’re in there…?” He sounded hopeful, but Tommy shook his head, a dastardly plan half formed in his head. “Why not?”

“If I don’t take long enough for you to pet all of them, you’ll be even more sad so take the loss this time, alright?” Tommy brushed his thumb over the pink birthmark over Evan’s eye, smiling indulgently at him, knowing he’d won the battle as soon as Evan breathed in deep and let it out in the most put upon sigh he’d ever heard.

“Yeah, I guess. Give me your damn keys.” Tommy patted him on the shoulder before digging his keys out of his front pocket and handing them over. “Don’t take too long. Now that you mentioned food, I’m starved.” It was his turn to lean in and press his lips to Tommy’s, giving them a little lick before pulling away. Tommy watched him go, making sure his boyfriend was far around the corner before approaching the front desk.

“I’d like to make an adoption please…”

Twenty minutes later, arms laden down with the bare basics, and one of the shelter workers assisting with Rudy and a bag of dog food, Tommy exited the shelter; his wallet was significantly lighter than when they’d gotten there, but he’s not sure he could be mad about it. “Can you stand back just a bit? This is kind of a surprise for my boyfriend.” Tommy asked the brunette following him. She grinned, and nodded, slowing her pace more than he did as he approached the car. Instead of the driver’s side, he approached the passenger side and pulled open the door.

“Tommy, what the heck took so long-” Evan didn’t even get the question out before Tommy set the shaking box down in his lap. Evan’s eyes went huge as he flicked his eyes between the box, then Tommy, then back to the box again, his hands held up as if in a hostage situation. He swallowed hard as his eyes landed once more on Tommy. “Y… You didn’t?”

Tommy leaned away for a moment to take Rudy’s leash, thanking the young woman helping him out. She nodded again, leaned the bag of food against the rear wheel, and disappeared back inside the building. A plaintive meow came from the box, Jack feeling a bit restless inside the confined space. This seemed to snap Evan out of it as he hurriedly pulled it open to rescue the little furball. His eyes welled with tears as he held Jack to his chest, looking at Tommy with so much love it was almost visible to the naked eye.

“Well, you know, I didn’t think it would be fair if I got to bring someone home and you didn’t.” Tommy elaborated, bringing Rudy into Evan’s line of sight. He gasped again, staring into the basset hounds sad, pitiful eyes. “Evan. Meet Rudy. Rudy, meet your other new dad.”

Still holding Jack tightly to his chest, Evan leaned out the door to let Rudy sniff him before stroking his big old head, grinning even as a tear streaked down his face. Once he’d had his fill, at least for the moment, he reached out and grabbed Tommy by the back of the neck to pull him in for what was most definitely an obscene kiss that could’ve possibly gotten them arrested. When they broke apart, Evan breathed against his lips, “I love you, Tommy Kinard. I love you so Goddamn much.” Then kissed him again.

Tommy rested their foreheads together for just a moment as he replied, “Love you too, Evan Buckley. Don’t you forget it.” Then Jack yowled, squirming so hard Evan nearly lost his hold on him to which he promptly shouted, shit! before pushing Tommy away and slamming the door shut. Laughing, Tommy led Rudy towards the back door and pulled it open, lifting the dog into the backseat where he quickly settled, resting his head on his paws as he stared at his new dad. The workers said that he might take a while to warm up, to get some of his energy back, but Tommy didn’t care one way or another. He loved this dog, to the moon and back, no matter what, and he was just so excited to watch his family grow.

Stashing their new supplies in the trunk, he hopped into the driver’s seat, excited for the evening, and days ahead.