#gavin really cares about all of them

[a-stars-art-blog]

🎸🦈

Sooo…KlavRyan/KlavDar/DaryKlav????

[reasonsforhope]

"Legislative momentum against PFAS has surged this year, as at least 11 states enacted laws to restrict the use of “forever chemicals” in everyday consumer products or professional firefighting foam.

The legislation includes bans on PFAS in apparel, cleaning products, cookware, and cosmetic and menstrual products. Meanwhile, lawmakers in some states also passed measures that require industries to pay for testing or cleanup; order companies to disclose the use of PFAS in their products; and mandate or encourage the development of PFAS alternatives, according to Safer States, an alliance of environmental health groups focused on toxic chemicals.

In total this year, at least 16 states adopted 22 PFAS-related measures, according to the group. Since 2007, 30 states have approved 155 PFAS policies, the vast majority of them in the past five years.

The thousands of chemicals categorized as perfluoroalkyl and polyfluoroalkyl substances, or PFAS, do not naturally break down and are found in the blood of 97% of Americans. Some PFAS compounds can harm the immune system, increase cancer risks and decrease fertility...

Earlier this year, the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency released new standards limiting PFAS in drinking water. Water systems have five years to comply with the rules. Even before the EPA action, 11 states had set their own limits on PFAS in drinking water, starting with New Jersey in 2018.

Water utilities and chemical manufacturers are challenging the new EPA standards. But states also are heading to the courthouse: So far, 30 states have sued PFAS manufacturers or key users for contaminating water supplies and other natural resources, according to Safer States...

Sarah Doll, national director of Safer States, said one reason states have been so successful in enacting PFAS limits is that more companies are willing to stop using the chemicals.

“When California restricted PFAS in textiles, all of a sudden you saw companies like REI saying, ‘We can, we’re going to do that. We’re going to move to alternatives,’” Doll said.

In Vermont, state lawmakers in April unanimously approved a measure banning the manufacture and sale of PFAS in cosmetics, menstrual products, incontinence products, artificial turf, textiles and cookware.

“The same as everyone else, like Democrats, we want to make sure that we remove PFAS and get it out of products as soon as we can,” said Vermont Republican state Rep. Michael Marcotte, who said his district includes cosmetics manufacturer Rozelle Cosmetics, in Westfield.

Democratic state Sen. Virginia Lyons, the chief sponsor of the Vermont bill, said it is particularly important to get PFAS out of products that are essential to consumers.

“There are some consumer products where you can say, ‘I don’t need to buy that, because I don’t want PFAS,’” Lyons said. “But it’s really tough to say that [about] a menstrual product.”

California’s latest PFAS measure, which Democratic Gov. Gavin Newsom signed last month, specifically bans the use of PFAS in menstrual products. Democratic Assemblymember Diane Papan, the author of the bill, said it was particularly strong because it covers both intentional and unintentional uses of PFAS, so “manufacturers will have to really be careful about what comes in their supply chain.”

While more states enact laws focused on specific products, Maine is preparing to implement the world’s first PFAS ban covering all consumer goods. The Maine law, which is scheduled to take effect in 2030, will include exceptions for “essential” products for which PFAS-free alternatives do not exist. Washington state has also taken a sweeping approach by giving regulators strict timelines to ban PFAS in many product categories.

[xndrexcruz]

When You Get Shipped With Another Player | FC BARCELONA

✮- summary: how they react to fans shipping you with another barca player

✮- warnings: none i don’t think

Requests are open

masterlist here

João Félix

“How come fans think you’re a better match with Marc Guiu than with me?” João grumbled, throwing his bag down by the door.

You glanced up at him from your book, raising an eyebrow. “Fans are just being fans, João. They see what they want to see, you know how it is.”

He walked over to you and plopped down besides you, a pout forming on his puffy lips. “Mas não é justo. Somos perfeitos juntos.” (“It’s not fair though. We’re perfect together.”)

You slightly chuckled, putting your book aside and leaning closer to your boyfriend. “We know that, but they don’t. They just enjoy making up different scenarios, nothing serious.”

“Yeah, but why Marc? I mean he’s a pretty good guy and all, but he’s obviously not me,” João insisted, wrapping his arms around you possessively.

You pressed a kiss to his lips and then trailed a line of kisses along his jaw. “Maybe just maybe, they can’t handle how perfect we are together.” You whispered in between kisses, “They need some drama to entertain themselves.”

João signed, his body relaxing under your soft touch. “I just really hate seeing those comments. It makes me want to scream to the world that you’re mine and I’m yours.”

“One day, I promise. For now, let’s just enjoy what we have now,” you whispered, kissing him deeply.

“Yeah, you’re right, João murmured against your lips, his jealousy melting away. “As long as we know the truth right, that’s all that matters.”

Pablo Gavi

“I swear, if I see one more post shipping you with Héctor, i’m actually going to lose it,” Gavi fumed, pacing around the room.

You signed, shutting your laptop closed. “Pablo, it’s just fans having fun. They don’t mean any harm.”

He stopped pacing and looked at you, frustration evident when you looked at him in the eyes. “But it bothers me. They think you two would be a quote on quote amazing couple.”

You stood up and walked over to him, placing your hands on his chest. “Do you really I care about what they think? I’m with you because I’m head over heels for you.”

Gavin’s expression softened at your words, but he still seemed restless. "Es difícil ignorarlo, ¿sabes? Quiero que todos sepan que eres mi novia". (“It’s just hard to ignore, you know? I want everyone to know you’re my girlfriend.”)

You kissed his lips and then both his cheeks, feeling him shiver at the contact. “I know, trust me I know, but we had both agreed to keep things private in the meantime. We just have to trust that our love for one another is strong enough.”

He signed at your words, wrapping his arms around you and putting his head in the crook of your neck. “It is. I’m sorry for getting frustrated. It’s not on purpose.”

You smiled, leaning your head to kiss him. “It’s okay. I just want you to remember that you’re the one I choose every single day, just you.”

Pedri González

“I don’t understand why people think you and João would make such a power couple,” Pedri muttered, scrolling through his phone.

You rolled your eyes, setting you coffee mug down on the coffee table. “Because they don’t about the two of us, Pedri. They’re only speculating.”

He looked up at you, concern written across his face. “But it still bothers me. I want them to see how perfect I am for you.”

You walked over and sat next to him, taking his hands into yours. “I know it must be hard, but it’s just make believe, I’m with you not João. We know what’s actually real.”

Pedri only let out a huff, squeezing your hands. “Sinceramente, odio la idea de que alguien más que no sea yo pueda estar contigo”. (“I just honestly hate the thought of anyone else being with you who isn't me.”)

You leaned in, kissing him lovingly before moving to his neck. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about. I’m all yours Pedri.”

A smile started forming on his lips. “You’re right, of course you are. It only matters that you and I know the truth no one else matters.”

“Exactly,” you murmured, kissing his lips again.

Fermín López

“We could always let our relationship go public to stop the rumors about you and Lamine,” Fermín suggested, frustration evident in his voice.

You looked at him in surprise. “You do remember you were the one who wanted to keep our relationship hidden from the public to protect us, right?”

He let out a breath, running a hand through his combed hair. “Lo sé, pero es duro ver a los fans pensar que tú y él son más adecuados el uno para el otro”. (“I know, but it’s hard seeing fans think you and him are better suited for each other.”)

You laid your head on his chest before speaking. “It’s just rumors. They don’t mean anything.”

Fermín pulled you closer into him, kissing the top of your head. “It’s just annoying. I always see those type of comments.”

You tilted your head up to see him, kissing his adam’s apple. “It doesn’t matter what the fans think. We’re the ones together.”

He nodded his head, sighing as he relaxed his head on top of yours. “You’re right Y/n. I’m sorry for getting so worked up over that.”

You gave him a small smile. “It’s okay. As long as I’m with you.”

Héctor Fort

“Why do fans seem to think you’d be better with Pedri than you would be with me?” Héctor annoyingly grumbled, tossing his phone aside.

You looked up from the movie you had been watching. “Héctor they don’t know any better. The fans are just imagining things, they would think differently if they knew we were dating.”

He walked over and sat next to you, while wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I just want every person to know that you’re mine, not anybody else’s.”

You leaned against his shoulder, leaving a kiss on his cheek. “One day they all will. But for now, let’s enjoy our relationship as it is, okay?”

Héctor nodded, resting his head over yours to find comfort in your touch. "Bé. Em molesta tant veure comentaris com que m'irrita molt.” (“Okay. It just bothers me so much seeing comments like that it really irritates me.””

You moved off his shoulder, placing you hand on his defined jawline. “Just don’t let it get to you. Because nothing will change the fact that I’m your girlfriend Héctor.”

He smiled, leaning down to kiss you softly. “I won’t, not anymore.”

Lamine Yamal

"Of all the players, they think you'd go out with Fermín," Lamine muttered, scrolling through his phone.

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Fans will ship anyone with anyone. It doesn't mean anything, you should know that."

He looked at you, concern clear in his eyes. "Doesn’t change the fact that it’s annoying. They should know I’m your boyfriend."

You walked over and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Maybe but at least we know that you are my incredible and loving boyfriend."

Lamine cracked a small smile, pulling you closer. "No puedo esperar hasta el día en que el mundo sepa que estamos juntos. Entonces, esto hará que dejemos de emparejarte con otras personas que no son tus novios.” (“I can’t wait till the day the world knows that we’re together. Then this will stop all the shipping you with other people who aren’t your boyfriend.")

You kissed his neck, feeling him relax. "Don’t let it get to you. Soon enough everyone will know, I promise Lamine."

He smiled, kissing you softly. "You better keep your promise"

Marc Guiu

"How am I supposed to ignore the fans shipping you with Gavi?" Marc exclaimed, frustration clear in his voice as he spoke.

You sighed, looking up from your phone. "It’s just rumors. They don’t know what they’re talking about half the time."

He looked at you, concern etched on his face. "Però em molesta molt. Sé que tu i en Gavi no esteu passant res, però només pensar-hi em molesta molt". ("But it really bothers me. I know that you and Gavi don’t have anything going on but just thinking about it annoys me so much.")

You walked over and wrapped your arms around his waist. "Exactly. So don’t worry about something that silly."

Marc sighed, pulling you closer. "I just hate seeing people think Gavi could do a better job at being your boyfriend than I can."

You kissed his neck, feeling his body starting to relax. "Don’t let it get to you. We know that you are the only boy for me."

"That you’re right about." He smirked, as he kissed your lips.

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She Belongs To Me

Mob!Azriel x reader AU

A/n: sorry it’s been forever since I added to this little series. I think this is my favorite story I’ve written for mob!Az so far and I’m really proud of how it turned out!

Warnings: possessive Az, uncomfortable interactions with a man

Twirling once more in front of the floor length mirror you smile, your signature mini black dress hugging every curve perfectly. You pull your lipstick from your mini purse to touch up the darker shade that paints your lips. You decided to go with a clean simple look for the night. You were probably going to sweat it all off later anyway, but you still wanted to look cute for Az.

You were finally going to the club in Velaris Azriel just bought ownership in with Eris Vanserra. A new business deal between the two families. If you had tried to go to this place with Feyre and Mor before you started dating Az you would’ve been turned away at the door, but tonight you’re V.I.P’s. Not that you three ever cared about that stuff before. Just one of the few perks you get.

Azriel exited the lengthy walk-in closet you now share, sliding his usual black suit jacket on. The top buttons of his crisp white shirt undone, showing off his swirling tattoos. Popping your lips and capping the lipstick you turn to face Az, giving him a small smile. He returned your look with a smirk that conveyed his admiration and want for you.

Striding over to you Azriel holds your chin between his beautifully scarred fingers. His eyes dart over your face as they always do. Like he’s committing every part of you to his memory. “Breathtaking. You look breathtakingly beautiful as always, my love.” Azriel says softly. You smile brightly at him. Taking his other hand in yours you give it a loving squeeze. Running your thumb over the ridges of his scars.

“You look breathtakingly handsome as well, baby.” Azriel smiled bashfully, dipping his head to prevent you from seeing his obvious blush. Resting a hand against his strong chest, pushing up on your tiptoes you press a kiss to his freshly shaven jaw. You hold your lips against his skin longer than you normally would, taking in his scent and the feel of his soft skin.

Pulling away you make sure to check that you left behind a lipstick stain. Marking him as yours as he’s done for you on a o many nights. Azriel’s smile hasn’t left his lips, the want gone from his eyes and replaced with pure, unfiltered love. Without hesitating he grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers. ���Let’s go,” his voice airy as he pulls you out of the bedroom.

Entering the club you couldn’t help but be in awe of it. The place was nothing like the shitty college bars the three of you went to. The music was appropriately loud, a V.I.P section, a bar stocked with expensive liquor bottles with names you’ve never even heard of before. The lighting perfectly dim, bright enough to navigate your way through the crowd.

Azriel pulls you towards the V.I.P section. Climbing the platform you spot Mor and Feyre with Rhys already enjoying bottle service and a comically large plate of nachos. You notice Rhys giving Azriel a tight lipped look, like he’s not happy to give Azriel the news he’s about to deliver. Azriel slips his hand from yours, kissing your temple. “Go sit love, I’ll be right there.” He whispers.

Without another thought you throw yourself onto the booth between your friends. You start a mindless conversation, Feyre bitching and making fun of how Gavin has been acting since you left. Cassian joins you, coming in from parking the car. Feyre eyes his muscular figure. You know she’s been taken with Cass since the day he picked you up for your first date with Az. And you’ve been trying to push them together for months now, tired of the obvious flirting.

“Hello ladies,” he says seductively, “where are my brothers?” He asks, taking Feyre’s glass from her to take a swig of her drink. She lets out a dramatic gasp, reaching for her drink back. “Over there,” she giggles as Cass pokes at her.

The four of you look over to find the two having an animated conversation. You could tell Azriel was tense from the way he kept rolling his neck. Az made his way over to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek, whispering, “I need to take care of some business with Eris. I’ll be back before you know it.” When he pulls back you give him a small smile and nod. He turns and Rhys follows. Cassian gives him a nod, knowing what his duties are while Azriel is away.

Cassian stood, hands clasped in front of him with that stoic ‘don’t you dare fuck with me look’. The fun, carefree boy gone. You loved pushing Cass and Rhys’s buttons when they’re acting as your bodyguards. Hiding from them in department stores, pretending to run from them. Tonight, however, was not the night for your shenanigans. Cass would never risk the girls and neither would you.

For a little over half an hour you, Mor, and Feyre enjoyed drinks and endless nachos and chicken fingers. Cassian, with his hawk like gaze, notices you looking for your waitress. “What do you want?” He asks, holding his hand out to keep you seated. You smile at his overprotective nature. “Just another drink,” you shake your empty glass at him, clinking the ice.

”I’ll get it for you.” Cassian says, desperate for you to stay put. You give him an exasperated look, “I’m a big girl, Cass. I can get it.” Before he can protest you head over to the bar for the V.I.P section.

Ordering your drink you check the time on your phone. It’s been almost an hour. Eris has never dragged a meeting on this long, even if it was urgent. Letting out a sigh you lean on the bar, tapping your manicured nails on beat with the music pulsing through the club.

A throat clearing sounds next to you, making your shoulders tense like Azriel’s when he receives unpleasant news. With lowered brows you turn to face the source of the grating noise. A man, of course, in a wrinkled button up shirt and dress pants that clearly aren’t tailored. His proximity and scent of his cologne making your nose wrinkle.

“Can I help you?” Your voice flat and uninterested. The man smirked as he leaned on the bar next to you. “Just thought I’d come say hi. I saw you with your pretty friends over there, maybe you’d like to join us.” He gestures to a booth behind yours. No drinks, so they must’ve just arrived. Being with Azriel has taught you be very perceptive of people and your surroundings. Not that your boyfriend was paranoid, he just wanted you to be able to spot danger.

You roll your eyes you look back at the man in front of you. “No thanks.” You say curtly, no longer interested in entertaining this man's delusions.

His eyes roam over your body, one of his brows rising as he smirks. The look made you want to vomit on his cheap shoes. “Come on now sweetheart,” he brushes a finger down your cheek and you quickly take two steps back, his touch slimy and foreign. His demeanor changes quickly, anger flashing across his face as he steps toward you. No must be a word he never hears, whether that be his selective hearing or not.

Out of the corner of your eye a dark mass moves with lightning speed. Gripping the man's arm Azriel twists and pins him to the sleek wooden bar. The man lets out a whimper of pain. Pathetic.

“Do you know who I am?” He growled. “Answer me,” Azriel said with more aggression, shoving the man further into the bar. “Yes,” his voice barely above a whisper thanks to how squished his face is.

“Then you know I protect what’s mine. If I ever see you in my club again you will regret it. Get out.” Azriel let go and Rhys swooped in, guiding the man and his friends to the exit before a fight could break out.

You fling yourself into Azriel’s arms, shaken by what just happened and the what ifs had Azriel not shown up. He ran a gentle hand up and down your spine, holding you tightly to his body. “It’s alright, my love. I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” He coos. Taking a deep inhale of his comforting, warm scent you look up at him.

“Are you alright?” He asks, worry clouding his warm hazel eyes as he takes you in. Searching his memory of you from earlier that night to make sure nothing was out of place. “I’m ok. My dark knight came to the rescue.” A genuine smile pulling at your lips as your fear melts away. The comfort of Azriel’s familiar touch washing away the memory of the unnamed man.

“Do you want to go home? I can have Cass bring the car-’’ You press your finger to his lips to stop him. “Absolutely not. I haven’t danced with you yet and we’re having fun. I’m not going to let some asshole ruin what’s supposed to be a celebration tonight.” The guilt for not being glued to your side hasn’t left Azriel’s face yet. “I promise my dear, I am fine.”

Azriel finally relaxed, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry Eris kept me for so long. I’m yours for the rest of the night, I swear it, my love.” Azriel slowly kisses you. Wrapping his arm around you Az leads you back to the booth.

Sitting, he pulls you on to his lap, trapping you with his arms as he kisses and bites at your jawline. Making sure he’s marked you appropriately, the twin to your still vibrant lipstick stain decorating his tan skin.

[jynxedshapeshifter]

I think the vibes between prosecutors vs defense attorneys in Ace Attorney is incredibly funny. Most defense attorneys are pretty normal but then you get to the prosecutors:

Edgeworth is obsessed with the Steel Samurai, looks like a fucking zombie if you kill one of his arguments, left a note saying "Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death" not expecting people to take it as a suicide note then finding it weird when people get mad it him for leaving what FEELS like a suicide note when he goes to Europe, has staring contests WITH HIMSELF in reflective surfaces, and has a chess table set up to where it's just a bunch of Edgeworths surrounding a Phoenix, among other things.

MVK killed a man over a win record, reveals his ATM PIN in court, and suggests cross-examining a parrot and doesn't expect the defense to actually do it (despite having known Phoenix for more than a day AND PREPARING FOR IT). There might be more in Turnabout Goodbyes that I'm not remembering or more in Investigations that I don't know about because I haven't played Investigations.

Franziska became a prosecutor at the age of 13, has a perfect win record which means she won against ADULT DEFENSE ATTORNEYS in Germany for 5 years, carries a whip with her everywhere she goes, and gets upset when a 9 year old gets mad at her for prosecuting her cousin.

Godot allows himself SEVENTEEN CUPS OF COFFEE A TRIAL (how is he still alive, how has he not died from a caffeine overdose), was woken from a coma by the scent of coffee, usually reserves the pet name "kitten" for pretty women but calls a male defendant kitten multiple times, FLIRTS with the aforementioned defendant, assaults Phoenix with coffee multiple times, speaks in cryptic coffee metaphors all the time, and has such bad trust issues that he didn't tell Phoenix about a plan he made with Misty and Iris (and telling Phoenix about this plan could've cut down on the amount of bullshit that happened in Bridge to the Turnabout).

Klavier is a rockstar who acts like he's more focused on his music than being a prosecutor but actually isn't, is a perfectionist to the level that he got pissed about Daryan missing a cue and is so gay for Apollo that Apollo shows up and he lights up IMMEDIATELY, assumed Apollo set his guitar on fire, uses two massive speakers as desks in his office, has a floor to ceiling filing cabinet for some reason, and is somehow the more normal of the Gavin bros.

Barok is all but stated to be a vampire, HE HAS BATS IN HIS OFFICE, he's so particular about how his office is organized that he won't let anyone touch his chalices, wine bottles, or wine casks, he throws wine bottles into the gallery behind him, slams the prosecutor’s bench WITH HIS LEG if you upset him enough, accuses Ryunosuke of being the reason he smashes his crystal chalices, and does not seem to care about Ryunosuke taking a 10 year old to investigate a murder with him, among other things.

The Paynes (including Taketsuchi Auchi). Just everything about them all but especially the fact that they have some variant of "this man is the most incompetent prosecutor I've ever fucking met" in their court record profiles

I haven't met Blackquill or Nahyuta yet but based purely on vibes and what I DO know about them I'm assuming they fit into the "prosecutors are really fucking weird" trope Ace Attorney loves so much.

In comparison the defense attorneys are incredibly normal (although still not really normal) and it's hilarious

[aimedis]

gavin & freelancer headcanons ♂🎀

"you're my sky, deviant.. the space between my stars..."

gavin and freelancer are nonsense by sabrina carpenter

gavin and freelancer go on walks every so often and pick flowers to put in each other’s hair and they giggle like little kids 

sometimes when freelancer does anything gavin finds remotely cute, he just softly kisses all over their face.

gavin never fails to fluster freelancer by flirting with them

however, for an incubus, gavin gets flustered quite easily. freelancer ruffles his hair and kisses the tip of his nose? he's blushing. freelancer tells him he's beautiful? he's blushing. freelancer laughs a little too hard at a joke he made? he's fucking blushing

they get insufferable if they’re not around each other for more than a day

they can have little conversations without actually saying anything, just by making little faces at each other (damien sees them do it all the time and he's so confused)

freelancer likes wrapping their fingers around gavin’s pinkie (when they’re on dates, at home, in bed, while hanging out with the gang etc.) and gavin thinks it’s cute as hell

whenever freelancer feels uncomfortable or hurt by anything, they almost never say anything about it. they just ignore whatever it was by laughing and move on

gavin can tell (because he's a demon but also because he's just that observant with them) and stops what he's doing immediately to figure out what's wrong

caelum likes asking freelancer about gavin because of the smile that overtakes their face when talking about him

gavin feels like a part of him is missing when freelancer is gone for too long (and immediately returns to normal after they return) ((damn squad witnessed how bored he was the entire two days they were away once and the second he saw them again, he was all smiles))

freelancer also gets really down whenever gavin is away from them for too long (dear deadass thought they were depressed the first time they witnessed it but gavin hugged them once and they were back to normal)

freelancer and gavin have necklaces with the other’s initial/name on it 

sometimes gavin lays awake at night just staring lovingly at freelancer while they sleep, admiring how far they’ve come and how he got so lucky with them (canon)

freelancer’s hand is always on gavin’s chest (when they’re cuddling, tapping him to get his attention, pushing him away when he’s being annoying or just touching and feeling up on it)

gavin is a clingy baby when he’s half asleep and freelancer always laughs at him

freelancer is also really clingy when they're tired and gavin makes fun of them too

gavin is scared of spiders (i believe that many demons are scared of bugs) and freelancer has to kill them

"grown ass demon scared of a little bug, everyone"

they bully each other lovingly all the time

freelancer never fucking drinks water, gavin always has to remind them

freelancer is always in gavin's lap

the crew always jokes that they "wish someone would look at me the way gavin looks at freelancer" (he looks at them with heart eyes i swear)

i will never stop thinking about how many people's lives were saved because freelancer and gavin love each other that much

gavin is always trying to distract freelancer from studying or doing their homework (he hides their textbook) 

gavin and freelancer both take any opportunity to slap/fondle the other’s ass

freelancer has a habit of saying "is it casual?" whenever gavin kisses or does something romantic for/to them and gavin hates it so much because it is very much not casual

they argue every once in a while, mostly small pet peeves (such as gavin leaving his shoes everywhere, freelancer's lack of self-care, just getting annoyed with each other) that escalate into bigger fights

they usually resolve them quickly just by talking because the both of them are excellent communicators

they don't ever yell at each other when they're angry

however, freelancer gets very petty when they're mad and they can stay mad for a while. so even when they're no longer fighting with him, they can stay angry (pouty) for like an hour

gavin doesn't mind, he knows they're not really upset and he takes the opportunity to tease them

sometimes gavin scolds freelancer for not caring about their health or their personal needs. he does it very gently while rubbing their back or massaging some part of their body and without sounding like a parent. freelancer pouts the entire time but they try to listen to him i was in such a specific mood when i wrote this oh my god

both of them get babied by the other when one is having a bad day (or even just for no reason)

freelancer bakes for gavin whenever he's upset or stressed. gavin loves eating freelancer's desserts

freelancer loves teaching gavin children's hand games (like rock paper scissors, patty cake etc.) and they have a handshake

the first time gavin witnessed afab!freelancer on their period, he genuinely thought they were going to die

freelancer isn't allowed to say "it's because you hate me and want me to die" even as a joke (because gavin will get upset, he takes their mortality so seriously)

whenever freelancer laughs, gavin stops just to stare at them with the fondest look in his eyes

freelancer calls gavin a lovesick puppy. gavin wears the name with pride

gavin's eyes glow pink ever so slightly whenever he talks to or thinks about freelancer

freelancer gets irritated quite easily and doesn't even realize it sometimes. gavin finds it funny and just nudges them a little to whisper, "you're so mad right now"

they make out at least three times a day

everytime they're in the pool at damien and huxley's house, they're kissing away in a corner because "he's so sexy with water all of over his body" (the crew is so tired of them)

they're borderline codependent (not in an unhealthy way), freelancer comes home early from classes all the time because they miss gavin

gavin gives freelancer anything they want. if they want snacks or an item or need something fixed, he has it done before they can even finish the sentence. they mention something once and suddenly there's twenty of them on the counter

no matter how many times he does this, freelancer is still surprised

gavin has all of freelancer's favourite songs memorized because they're always singing around him

freelancer forgets they have magic sometimes and asks gavin to grab things for them. gavin taps their head lightly to demonstrate their psychokinesis for a while until they go "oh" and laugh

freelancer says "i love you" for everything, they use it almost as sentence filler

they are both such homebodies (when gavin's not looking for some poor soul to fluster)

gavin helps freelancer dye their hair all the time

freelancer says gavin's name a hundred times a day (he counted) ((it's because they 'gavin' like 10 times at once to get his attention))

it's worse on text (they spam his name)

freelancer used to s3lf-h4rm and they relapsed right after the inversion. gavin always found them and cleaned them up while reassuring them he wasn't mad and they deserved to heal

they feel so comfortable and safe with each other, they don't ever hide their struggles/relapses. always seek the other out for help and comfort

they go on double dates with damien and huxley all the time

freelancer loves making gavin try their favourite foods

gavin loves telling freelancer they're funny

[tiredandkindaoverworked]

Gavin is Satisfaction.

Satisfaction was pretty much Gavin’s entire purpose when he coalesced. Sure, he was a demon and could do a laundry list of cool things with his magic, but he was an incubus first.

He knew lust like the back of his hand. Attraction was nothing new to him, but somehow, they always came with the same look in their eyes. Eager and excited, sure. But always just a little devoid of something. Warmth. Affection. Love?

He didn’t need to experience those things. He was built to pleasure people, to give people a bit of fun, both for their enjoyment and his next meal. So, imagine his surprise when a foolish Freelancer walks in on him getting blown in a dingy 7-11 to ask for directions. Are they serious?

The next time he meets this freelancer, they’re studying for their History of Magic class. Yawn. He knows of a lot of things that are much more fun than studying. He sarcastically quips about their hoodie and their newfound place in the magic world. He feels their feelings of neutrality quickly turn to shame as they turn back toward their book. Shit.

Over the next few months, he finds himself coming back to the freelancer. Sure, there’s the sex. The sex is great. He’ll never turn down a chance to sink his cock deep into them, feeling them shudder under him or the early mornings when he wakes up to their lips around him.

But it’s not just that. Not with them.

One day, he watches them squirm under his touch. They look so beautiful, captive under his magic. So sweet, so earnest, so… trusting. God, they really do look beautiful. When did they start trusting him so deeply? When did he start trusting them so deeply?

No, this has to stop here. He can’t keep lying to himself like this. He feels confusion, nervous, worry coming off of them, not dissimilar to what he’s feeling now, but there’s one more feeling there. Fear. Fear? Why are they fearful? Of him? Of the situation they’re in? No. No more dancing around this subject.

“Wait, I-I need a minute. I need to stop. I need to stop.”

A snap.

“I need to talk to you. Not as a dom or as an incubus. As Gavin.”

He never stayed more than the awkward morning after. No, the morning after was never awkward for them. Tangled limbs and messy hair and warm looks with a feeling that radiated off of them like the sun.

Warmth. Affection. Love.

He was a fool, madly in love with his Freelancer. They never wanted him to adjust his form, never expected him to change how he acted. They didn’t care that he was an incubus and while they at most gave a mildly disapproving frown when he spoke of his little teasing adventures throughout the day, he knew that there was nothing but care for him behind those eyes.

Being an incubus was fun and all, he’d never deny that. Sex was an integral part of him and he enjoyed it immensely. With Freelancer, he now knew that it didn’t just have to be lust. They showed him grace, showed him love. He knew that they were satisfied with spending the rest of their life with him and, honestly? He was pretty satisfied with that too.

Gavin is satisfaction personified.

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A/N: I was actually gonna do Guy first, but I’ve been true to my name and overworked for like the last 3 days so my brain is fried. Writing Gavvy is easier for me and I saw @chimckenns’s post about choosing Gavin first, so that inspired this one today LOLOL

back 2 da grind

[samsxowboyhat]

Since it’s kinktober here’s some redacted headcannons

TW: includes sexual themes, 16+

Sam can go for HOURS on end without stopping unless Darlin has enough constantly checking on them leaving them with bite marks and bruises in the morning

Angel and David have definitely explored choking with praise with David wrapping his hands around their neck applying slight pressure not enough to stop them from breathing but enough to make them feel it

DAMN crew has definitely heard or caught each other fucking more than once

Baabe and Asher most definitely had car sex before whether Asher was top or bottom he didn’t really care

Gavin has nipple piercings and it’s his most sensitive spot making FL flick him there to tease him

Milo and Sweetheart have had sex while Milo was playing with David and Asher with sweetheart underneath Milo’s desk grinning up at him as he desperately tried not to moan into the mic

Sam has a size kink hes a southern county man of course he’d put his cowboy hat on darlin while they’re riding him with an obvious belly bulge making him grip onto their hips and slam them down harder

Lasko has once jerked off thinking about dear, the image of them half naked or riding him sending him over the edge and making him cum all over his hands(his cheeks were so flushed and he felt dirty afterwards before quickly cleaning up before they got home

The second Angel feels insecure, David has no problem fucking them stupid until they’re a mumbling mess about how pretty they are already on their 3rd orgasm

Sweetheart would cloak themselves whenever they were in the mood and Milo would have to come search for them if they were found Milo was topping that night if they weren’t then they could try something new(they definitely tried bondage and denied orgasm before making Milo a whimpering mess begging for sweetheart to move)

OKAY IM DONE GN

[essbi24]

freelancer analysis pt1

freelancer is a really interesting character. most people have noticed that they seem to always “push their feelings aside” while pushing their friends feelings to the forefront, but i think it’s more than that. i actually think their feelings aren’t even a thought in their mind—that they really don’t notice or even care about things they go through unless someone else shines light on the situation. so here are things that led me to believe that:

the kody situation. we could say that their lack of initial reaction was due to them not having knowledge of bridging, but even after huxley explains it to them they have this sort of..lack of response. it’s everyone else around them that really seems to care—they’re the ones who let freelancer know that actions need to be taken. and only then do they do something. they don’t bring the situation up themselves, like in the “meeting up” vid with hux, it’s only when he says he wants to talk about it do they say it’s okay. even when kody confronts them it doesn’t seem like they care about the situation, it’s lasko who jumps in to defend them.

they always divert attention from themselves to their friends. i even remember in an audio with huxley, he’s asking about their life and they give some short answer, then immediately ask about his. they do this in audios a lot, answering questions briefly and then listening to their friends talk about their feelings.

i’ve seen people upset about the damn crew seemingly not comforting freelancer regarding inversion, and i’ve also seen people claiming that it could have happened behind the scenes—to which people respond by saying this is an audio channel and anything that relevant would be made into an audio or at least referenced..which it wasn’t. i do agree, but i believe it’s intentional. and here’s why:

i believe fl didn’t want to be comforted, they wanted to help the others. yes their friends care about them, but fl is so far removed from their feelings they would never bring them up. it’s not even a thought in their mind which is a huge problem. even when gavin comforts them in his audio, it’s because he feels that something’s wrong with fl, and i believe if he didn’t have the means to do so he wouldn’t have noticed. not because he doesn’t care, but bc freelancer doesn’t hide their emotions in an intentional way—more so by way of not caring about it themselves. to them, their feelings aren’t relevant unless others make it so.

i also believe they introduced everyone to each other because they didn’t want to be the center of their friends lives. for background, i’ve seen people say they don’t like how fl was “pushed inside” in that audio (bowling), like huxley and damien focusing on each other the whole time or gavin joking around about sleeping w lasko. ppl have expressed that fl is the listener so it’s odd that their friends barely acknowledge them. i think this was also intentional, to shed light on fl’s character. here’s why:

before this audio, things may have gotten too close for comfort for fl. not in a “i don’t want you to be my friends that much” but more in a “i don’t want to be the center of your lives” way. their friends (including gavin) all previously implied that fl really was their only or their closest friend. huxley says being around them is the first time he’s felt seen, that people always use him and that he’s others friends but no one’s his friend. he says it’s different with fl, that he feels he can finally “be himself”. damien says that fl was his first friend at d.a.m.n, since he would always stay in his apartment focusing on school and that people didn’t bother to get to know him. lasko pretty much says the same; that fl was their closest friend. and gavin ofc felt the same, saying that he was finally treated like a person instead of some sex object.

i believe when fl heard this, they recognized it meant they would be seen. it seemed like everyone was sort of pushing them to the center of their lives, which made them uncomfortable because they want to be hidden. they want to be there for others, not so much for others to be there for them. if everyone pushed them to the center, it would be much harder for them to hide. this is even evident with the kody situation—damien only found out bc of lasko and lasko knew bc huxley knew lasko,,etc. they recognized—maybe not even consciously—that their friends would pay attention to them, and introducing everyone to each other was a way for them to remove the focus from themselves and for everyone to be there for one other. 

[trulyumai]

Fall Baking

pairing: eddie munson / gf! reader

synopsis: it was finally fall. more rain, more sweaters. this also meant the return of the infamous, ‘Hawkins Fair.’ eddie could care less about it really, but you were ecstatic.

warnings: none, fluff only!

A/N: im baking like crazy right now so this automatically came to my head. I’m ready to drown in pumpkin bread and warm coffee.

Eddie knew you loved the fall.

When the leafs started to turn, the weather getting colder and sbittier than normal, yeah, that was when that thing happened to your eyes.

They’d get all shiny and well, cute.

He was the opposite. He could do without the hindrance of rain bearing against him anytime he wanted to take out the trash or walk to the corner store.

But seeing you so happy about little sprinkles of condensation made the man weak.

So he detested the cold weather a little less for you.

And you know what the cold weather brought?

Fall excursions.

Aka: The Fair.

“Guys, you’re not gonna believe this!” Slamming your lunch down on the table, your body molded against his in one solid motion.

Eddie grunted out in surprise, but it didn’t stop you from talking about the surprise you had in store.

“The fair is coming back!”

Only stares were given, Gaven looked over at Jeff who was returning the same empty, confused look.

Eddie jumped in with a clearing of his throat, being the best boyfriend ever he had to save the day, right?

“No way, baby!”

“Way!” You giggled, relaxing into Eddies hold as you dug out the celery sticks in your little box.

“And, the school is accepting student stalls, that’s gonna be so much fun!”

“Why is that fun— ow!” With a harsh kick to Gavin’s knee, Eddie changed the subject.

“That’s cool babe, you could do a baking themed one. Your treats are to dieeeee for.”

“Oh yeah! Been a while since I got the iconic Mrs. Munson brownies,” Gavin sighed out. Already imagining the pillowy, chocolaty goodness that was always oozing with warmth.

“That’s not what I named them.” You laughed, “Buuuut if you boys help me out with the stall I promise to bake one thing if your choosing!”

This garnered the attention of the hellfire club fast. Eddie was almost jealous at how entranced you got everyone.

“Anything?”

“Can you do cakes?”

“Ooooh the brownieees!” Almost everyone talked over one another, already fantasizing about the treats they’ll ask for.

“Uhhhh babe?” Eddies rings were cold against your thighs, your dark green skirt rid up against the tops of his legs, showcasing your pretty and soft skin.

��Mhm?” You replied, already turning towards your wild haired boyfriend.

“And what do I get? I mean I love your baking, obviously! but I can get that anytime.”

That was… true.

Damn it you thought you had everyone sinched into the plan. But of course Eddie would try to sneak something else into play.

“Well ummm,” he stumped you this time.

Furrowing your brows, you bit lightly on the inside of your cheek. Thoroughly searching your brain for anything Eddie might approve of.

Clothes? No, Eddie only wore his favorite staples anyway. Maybe you could offer to clean his room? No, you just did that last weekend when he was too busy snoring on the couch.

Think, think!—

“I knooow what I want.”

You knew that tone. That deep drawl that makes his voice come out in a low, teasing hush.

Eddie indicated you closer with just a wag of his index finger.

You felt the weight of his breath hit the side of your face, warm and light.

“I want,” he breathed in this time, dragging his lips closer and closer until they brushed against the side of your jaw.

“You, to spend the night, every nite this week.”

“Eddie!” Rolling your orbs you pushed his face away. “That’s kinda impossible. You know how my parents are—“

“Pretty please, sweetheart? It’s been forever!”

“I just spent the night on saturday!”

“That was literally forever ago.”

“Eddie.” Your fingers brushed with his temple, lightly pushing against them.

“That was two days ago.”

He only shook his head in rebuttal, moving his legs until your frame was once again close to his.

“My point still stands. Forever ago! And you need my help, who will keep these idiots in check?”

“Hey!” A few club mates responded back, but quickly went into their own baking conversations.

“Not all week. Two days,”

“Three!” Eddie challenged. With a mocking squint to your eyes you huffed out a breath.

“Fine! You win. Three days.”

“Yes!” Eddie cheered, smothering a sloppy kiss on your cheek and raised a hand to high five Gavin.

What a dork.

“You won’t regret this baby. I just got new snacks, cleaned my room—“

“You cleaned your room?”

Eddie cleared his throat and his long fingers came up to play with the loose hair around your neck.

“Well.. no, but it’s still clean from when you did it— ouch!”

Grabbing the man’s soft cheek, you began to pull.

“Hey hey, easy easy, I was just joking!—“

“Sooooo funny, Eddie.” Laughing, you watched as his fingers came up to the pinched spot, rubbing it with a soft tenderness like you had plucked the skin right off his face.

Grabbing at your celery you joined into the groups conversation. Trying to remember each and every goodie the gang wanted you to bake.

This is gonna be a long week.

But at least it’s fall, right?

….

Right..?

[dannydoesthisthing27]

Gavin not being real is criminal, so I'm making some headcanons

Gavin loves having his demonic features on display. He doesn't do it often in public. However at home and with the crew, he'll keep his horns and tail on display. He'll deny it, but his tail betrays his emotions like a cats would

Gavins favorite thing to wear is FL's clothes. Second to that is his casual clothing. (his definition of casual is a cropped shirt with fishnets and cut leggings plus fuzzy socks)

He does love an excuse to dress up though,and will do it often as possible. Movie theater trips will have him dressing up. The time he and Damien met up early, he was in black leather platforms, a short blue/purple/black space themed skirt, black fishnet leggings, a purple tank top, and a dark blue off the shoulder sweater (rose tinted sunglasses optional)

Gavin loves flowers and plants. He enjoys Huxley and Damiens house almost as much as he loves his and FLs apartment because of all the plants they keep

Out of all of their friends, Gavin feels closest to Damien. A big part of that is Damiens empathy and ability to understand what Gavin is really saying. FL is great at it, but Damien has a sense of objectivity when it comes to how he and Gavin speak to each other. Gavin also just likes fucking with Damien because he had the best reactions and he knows undoubtedly where the line of joking versus serious conversation lays

Gavin and Huxley work out together. I've talked about this before, but the two of them click like puzzle pieces when it comes to working together. Gavin is the best spotter Huxley has ever had, and actually feels comfortable pushing himself to his limit when lifting because he has Gavin to help him out. Gavin himself just likes spending time with Hux. However, on occasion when he'd at the gym, he likes to do bodyweight and freeweight workouts

Gavin and Lasko go shopping together once a week. Gavin pushes the cart so Lasko can flit around the store at his own pace. Usually Gavin will have to reign Lasko in and remind him that it is just a weekly grocery shop, and there's no reason to buy 7 bunches of bananas because there's no way they'd all get eaten (based on a real life interaction I've had. The bananas were on sale)

Lasko also likes it when Gavin comes around D.A.M.N just to hang around his office

Gavin likes things that are warm. Whether it's drinks, meals, clothes, blankets, or homes. He doesn't care. He just likes to be warm because when he first coalesced (im pretty sure that's what it's called when demons come into existence), it was cold. He was whatever the astral planes equivalent of freezing is. Not just because it was cold temperature wise but because his steward felt nothing towards him. He was just another incubus who needed to learn how to wring energy out of humans like water out of a towel. While Gavin claims to not remember most of the people he's slept with, he does remember the first human he was with. They were fresh off of the high of graduating from D.A.M.N, and Gavins steward chose them specifically because they looked like they'd give Gavin a reality check of how humans are. (Early Gavin was kind of naive and wanted to know about how humans were not just how they could feed him. That in and of itself was taboo. When Gavin refused to change his appearance to the humans preference, his steward abandoned him almost immediately, leaving a confused human and a frightened starving incubus behind. The human understood that Gavin was incredibly inexperienced so far and would only have basic instinct to go off of, so they offered an opportunity to take it slow. That was the first time Gavin felt warm. Wrapped in the arms of a person who let him experiment and try things in a way that could actually help him learn. Instead of just throwing him in the deep end and expecting him to float. He kept that person as a charge for several years before they had to move away with their pack.

He spent a long time after that trying to find warmth again, but eventually realized the lesson his steward expected him to learn all those years ago. Humans hurt. He'd all but given up on warmth when all of a sudden approaching him in a 7/11 asking for directions, they were back. Nearly the exact same down to the way their core felt. At first he refused to acknowledge anything about them as significant. He couldn't afford for it to happen again, but slowly, he started feeling warm again. He started lingering in bed a little longer. He showed up a little earlier. He listened a little more attentively. He realized that somehow, some way, the warmth had come back without any effort at all. He realized he was happy, and for once, he wasn't scared to let himself feel it

[jollmaster]

I love your au of Hazbin, but I had a few questions (mainly about Adam cause he’s my favorite character in cannon and in your au)

What does Adam’s mask look like in your au?

What is Sera’s role in the overall plot?

What are your thoughts on the ship between Adam and Lute, at least in cannon, since unlike in your au it’s confirmed whether the exorcist are descendants of Adam

What are all your voice head cannons for your characters?

How would cannon Adam and au Eve interact 👀

Would you change your au after the full series comes out(probably in like 2054)

sorry if these are too many questions, Im just really invested in your au wish it was an actual show

ADAM ADAM ADAM IN MY ASK YAY sorry, I just love him too ❤️ he was basically the first reason why I watched this show

Adam's mask

he doesn't wear mask, he wears helmet

there should be some explanations, but I decided to draw this AND make some explanations

Sera's role

she's "small role, big impact" type of character: she's the younger deity/patron of libraries and due to this fact rules the library with all information about mortals in Eden (their roots, families, all this)

Emily is her small protegèe, so she has the opportunity to find the information about Charlie gang sinners' relatives, and THIS potentially will help in saving memories and reverse conversion

Adam/Lute

I like them in canon series!

they share common interests, they communicate like normal people (we can see that they're battle buddies), they CARE about each other (as we can see in eigth episode), they're jerks a little (not a little), so this is one of ships which I fully accept ❤️

btw the fact that Lute is Adam's descendant would potentially play no role if this ship existed in my AU

they have TOO big generation gap (different DNA, relatedness is very far), + close kinship for deities/beings close to deities isn't a big problem: all of Adam's children married full siblings, sometimes twins, and Eve is technically his full clone, sister and daughter at the same time

Adam is evesexual, Lute is a warlady virgin, these facts play major role 🌿

voice headcanons

about main characters I wrote earlier, so I guess this is a question about Adam and some others?

Adam's voice: I think about Gavin Dunne, especially here, in Ode to fury!

Eve's voice: Lani Minella (1:00-1:19, she's literally Eve here), THIS is what I call the voice of a 8,500-years-old strong woman

Lute's voice: Jennyfer Hale (as female!Commander Shepard)

HH!Adam and Asileverse!Eve

in brief this would be like this

changing after the full series comes out (...somewhere)

no, there won't be any BIG changes, whole line will stay as I wrote here, in plot post

but maybe there will be some small interesting details, who knows! sometimes I make some little changes, but main line is a main line

and BIG thanks you for many questions, there's no problem, I like when I see several questions in one ask message! this means that you're really interested ❤️

[junedenim]

the heartbeat's at its peak

party

warnings: barely smut and an affliction of sweat

word count: 3.5k

Kirsty and Gavin have been kissing for the last hour. You wonder if they’ll ever come up for air or if they plan on suffocating themselves. You wonder how long you’ll sit here and watch them in some abstractionist’s form of self-harm.

Staring is probably creepy but it’s like an exhibitionist act and it’s not like their eyes are ever open enough to see you. You aren’t the only one staring either. “It’s fucking disgusting,” you moan to your friends. You slump back on the couch in the hopes the cushions will suck you in.

“I actually think they’re quite cute,” Hannah says. You eye her and she quickly corrects herself, “But they don’t have to be so in your face about it. Get a room!” 

She takes the pressuring gloom off the situation. You giggle and lean into her, taking comfort in her warmth. You’re tempted to leave this party if your lack of presence wouldn’t be more alarming. You refuse to give those two idiots the satisfaction. Maybe you’re crediting yourself too much for them to be even giving a second thought to you. Clearly, they don’t care, considering the display.

A weight slumps into the couch beside you. He’s there—scruffy, red-eyed, melancholic. “Hi, Al,” you mumble. You both sit with your eyes trained on Kirsty and Gavin.

“Drink,” he offers, handing you a cup.

You accept it with little questioning, neither of you bother to look at one another. You sip on its bitterness hoping it will balm some of your inner rancor. “It’s like they’re eating each other,” you spit.

Alex slouches, placing his chin into his chest. He sits his cup on his thigh, the liquid leaving a lasting wet mark. “I feel like me eyes are burning.”

“It’s the antichrist being born,” you say. You will yourself to sit up and look at his sagging figure. “I can’t look at this anymore. I’m being burned from the inside out. Come with?”

He sighs as he hoists himself off of the black hole couch. “Let’s go vomit outside.”

A giggle ripples through you, a smile peeks on your face for the first time that night. You walk through the suffocation of people together until you reach the fresh air, a rush of cold air peppering your skin. It is easier to breathe out here, fewer people and fewer Kirsty and Gavin to stare at.

“When they go at it, they really…go at it,” Alex said. He was flustered, something not out of the ordinary for his demeanor, but you tried to discern the origin of his discomposure—if it started in front of you or in front of her.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “Never kissed me like that.” You scoffed, completely disgusted with yourself. “I shouldn’t be saying things like that.”

He shrugged with his hands in his pockets. “I don’t mind.”

You smiled pleasingly at him. “I know you don’t. I shouldn’t be obsessing over them. It makes me into such a loser.”

“I’m a loser too, then.”

You shook your head. “You’re not a loser,” you promise him. He eyed you with a rhetorical smirk. “Fair point.”

Alex faced the house and waved it off as if it had come to life and he was wishing it farewell. “Let’s forget about all that. I’m sick about thinking of Gavin…and Kirsty.”

“You miss her?”

He put his chin to his chest and gave a pre-verbal response in a grunt, signalling he didn’t really want to talk about it. He raised his head and put his shoulders back, no longer looking so mopey. “Do you miss him?”

“Maybe. I think I’m more jealous that he never treated me that way, but then again, I’m not the kind of person who likes to make out in the middle of a crowded room.”

Alex gagged. “Yuck! It’s like a mama bird feeding a baby bird.”

The tension dissolved into giggles and the two of you slowly moved further from the house. “He was never a good kisser.”

“Nah, her either. Her mouth was too wet.”

“His was always too dry! Like rubbing your lips against sandpaper. They must be a match made in heaven.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “You don’t think they’ll actually stay together?”

“Why not?”

“Because they’re Kirsty and—and G-Gavin.”

“So, you want to get back together with her?”

“No.”

“Sounds like you do.”

“No. Maybe. I don’t know.” He’s rubbing his face now, trying to wash away all the emotions playing out on his face.

“It’s okay.” You pull out a cigarette and slot it between her lips. You mindlessly offer the pack to him, and he takes one for himself. He pulls out his lighter, giving it to you first and then lighting his own. It’s as if you’ve done this before, and maybe you have at some party you can’t remember, but this feels like the first of many times. “I miss him too. It’s okay.”

He drops his head, not wanting to look ahead. “Doesn’t feel right. I dumped her.”

“Do you actually want her back or is it a possessive thing?”

He thinks about this. You don’t think the thought has ever crossed his mind before. It’s been all feelings up until this point and now he is finally thinking logically. “I just didn’t think she’d go for Gavin. Or that Gavin would go for her.”

You scoff. “Gavin always had the eyes for her. Even when you were with her and I with him.”

“Well, then, I don’t think she ever had the hots for him back then. I think she’s doing it to make me jealous.”

“Maybe. Or maybe they love each other.”

His head snaps over to you, full of worry and loneliness, like everyone is riding off into the sunset and leaving him behind in the shadows. 

“I’m kidding.” You laugh at him. “Or maybe I’m not. It shouldn’t matter to us. We can’t think about them as if they are thinking about us. We could be the thing they’re picturing when they kiss each other, or they could never think of us again.”

“Mum always said girls were more mature,” he compliments.

His elbow knocks yours by accident and shiver goes down it. “I can’t take the credit. Hannah told me all that.”

“Well, a girl nonetheless.”

The conversation lulls and you’ve moved far enough into the house’s backyard that the party’s music has grown faint and you can hear the sound of crickets up ahead. You could move further into the woods or venture back into the house. 

You stare at the lights glaring out of the house. Every other house on the street is dark. Part of the world has gone to sleep and you should probably follow suit, but you don’t think you could fall asleep now. You’ve been too stirred awake, prodded with smoke, alcohol, talking, and emotions.

“We should date,” you say.

Alex drops his cigarette but doesn’t put it out. “What? Like dinner and a movie?”

“If you want,” you offer. “Get all dressed up, kiss in the back of the theatre.”

“Suit and tie or button-down.”

You leaned closer curiously. “Do you have a suit?”

“Well…no.”

“You’d be very impressive if you were a teenage boy who owned a tuxedo.” You drop your cigarette and put yours and his out with your shoe. “You’d be a bigshot. Our very own Joe Millionaire.”

“Shut up,” he says with a mouthful of laughter. “I’d pick you up in slacks and a T-shirt.”

“Slacks. That’s pretty impressive. Gavin wore track bottoms on our first date. I don’t think they had ever been washed.”

“Wow. Sounds like a real catch.”

You realize you’ve been unconsciously walking back toward the house just to have somewhere for your feet to take you while you talk. “He did buy me flowers.”

“Pft,” Alex sounds, “Any old bloke can buy you flowers.”

“What would you buy me?” The conversation is light. It could barely qualify as flirting other than the topic. The tone is playful and you’re pretty sure you could kiss him right now and he’d reciprocate, but you’re not sure if it would be in character or a true, genuine kiss.

He scratches his chin with one finger and you notice a faint pimple scar. “I’d get you seeds, then you could grow flowers for as long as you wanted.”

You mimic a laugh because you think he is telling a joke, but the sentiment itself touches you and leaves your cheeks pink. You’re increasingly thankful that both of your focuses have remained on the house. You’d only blush more if he were to look at you now. “And then we’d go to dinner?”

“No, we��d do the movie first so we could talk about it over dinner.”

“Okay. What are we getting for dinner?”

He hums and scratches at his chin some more. You imagine if he had a long beard he would be twirling it right now. The thought of him with a long grey beard only makes you giggle more. “Italian,” he says. “Cheap, but fancy.”

“We’d get table service but not have to leave a big tip.”

“Yeah, I’ll take you to Rose Garden so we can get our drinks spilled on us and get our meal comped.” That had happened to Danny and Hannah last year. We all started going because we’re all dirt poor and usually piss drunk. It never happened so we just got shitty food for too much money.

“Then we’d get drunk on the cheap free wine they give us.”

“And eat too many of the comped chips.”

“And we’d end up tossing it all in the bushes outside.” You were consumed with laughter and it felt like the first time you had laughed in a long time. You were relearning how to do it as you spoke to one another. You had feared so long that sadness had taken up your final year at college and you hated yourself for allowing that.

“We’d go back to your place to brush our teeth,” he said.

“And then I’d kiss you once our breath was minty fresh.”

“And I’d faint and hit my head on the sink.”

Your cheeks hurt from laughing so hard and you could fall into him. His humour is so cheesy, but so charming, nothing like those stupid boyish fart jokes Gavin used to make. “And the phone line would be out so I couldn’t call for help, and I have to stitch you up with a needle and thread.”

He hisses as if a needle is poking through his skin as you speak. “And I’d come back to life through true love’s first kiss.”

You bump into him, not being able to control your orientation. “And you’d come onto me but I’d insist we couldn’t because of your head trauma.”

“And I’d take your hand.” He reaches down and grabs your hand, stopping you in your tracks. You feel like you're in a play or The Truman Show, unable to figure out the reality of the situation. 

“And I’d place it over the wound.” He lifts your hand and guides your fingers on the back of his head, slowly grazing his scalp. You could run your fingers through his hair if you stretched your digits apart and combed your fingers through the strands.

“And you would feel no scar.” Just like real life, nothing beneath your fingers but his smooth hair and his dry scalp. You wonder if you’re supposed to do something more, like scratch it or agree or hum along. You wonder if you’re playing your role right.

“And I’d tell you it was ‘cause of true love’s first kiss.” His eyes glance down. It’s close, so close, too close. When he moves, you think he’s coming in for a lip smacker, but instead, he drops your head and keeps moving.

You follow beside him, not wanting to seem out of line. “And I’d say you were a dork.”

“A magical dork,” he corrects.

You oblige him, “A magical dork. Did you want to be a wizard when you grew up?”

“No, I wanted to be a magician,” he says with no hiccup of humor.

“Seriously?” 

He nods.

“Like a rabbit in a hat or cards?”

“I never got that far, but I always wanted to do the rings. You know, the ones you have to slide apart.”

“It’s never too late to pursue your dreams,” you tease.

He takes it in stride and chuckles, never finding your comments to be malicious. “I think it might be too late for that dream. But never say never. You could be my assistant.”

“I’m already magic. Haven’t you seen my disappearing act?”

Before you can move, he grabs your hand. “Don’t disappear on me now.”

“Alright.” A feeling churns in your stomach and you don’t think you’re playing pretend anymore. “After our magical first kiss we’d probably have sex.”

“Yeah,” he agrees casually, even though he’s still holding your hand and this feels less and less like pretending. “But they never get to that part in the fairy tales.”

“If true love’s first kiss can heal your cut then a shag would probably cause world peace.”

“In that case, we might as well do it in the grass right here.” He drops to the ground and pulls you to sit down next to him. Neither of you put the moves on but it feels like your storybook has come to an end. The grass is mostly dead here with scatterings of empty dirty patches and dry grass that crunches under your shoes.

Alex picks up a blade and rips it between his fingers. “Do you think they’re still kissing?”

You laugh, even though you don’t want to talk about them anymore. “Probably. Do you want to go back inside?”

“Not if they’re doing that.”

“You’re going to have to get over—”

“I am over it.”

You don’t believe him but you don’t fight him. You let him tell himself what he needs to believe. “I thought this party would be fun,” you complain looking at the house. The only sign of partying is the booming music. Everyone seems to be standing around idly. 

“I’m having fun,” he claims.

You roll your eyes and lean back onto your elbows. “You look like the sad dwarf.”

“There is no sad dwarf.” He looks down at your, his frown replaced by a grin.

“Yes, there is,” you fight back. “He cries all the time and he has a tissue.”

“Sneezy has the tissue.”

“Sneezing doesn’t make you sad.”

“Because there’s no sad dwarf. What would he be called Saddy? They all end in ‘y.’”

“No. Doc doesn’t.”

“Fine. Everyone except Doc.”

“Bashful doesn’t.”

He rolls his eyes but his smile tells a different story of his exasperation. “You’re a Seven Dwarfs historian but you can’t recall that there isn’t a sadness dwarf.”

“Do you think it’s offensive that the only dwarf that can’t speak is called Dopey?”

He falls onto his back in a peal of laughter. He lies next to you and counts on his fingers. “Okay, we have four dwarves: Sneezy, Doc, Bashful, and Dopey. What are the other three?”

“The sad one.”

His face turns towards you. You can feel the sensation of his breath on your neck. “Will you shut up about sadness?” You both cut into each other with laughter. Your bodies rock and knock against one another, becoming an entanglement. “Who else?”

“Grumpy and Happy.”

“And then…”

“The sad one!” You exclaim, sitting up.

“There’s no sad one,” he argues, following suit.

“Then, who’s left?”

His lips stay shut. He holds up a finger. “Hold on.”

You cross your arms. “Exactly.”

“I can’t think of it, that doesn’t mean it’s ‘The Sad One.’” He places air quotes around the moniker you’ve made up.

You lean over to him. “But it is.”

He kisses you then because arguing is so dull in the grand scheme. It’s an awkward kiss, your noses rubbing against one another, and little movement. You pull away and rub your lips with the back of your hand. He sighs and hunches over himself again, picking at the grass. “That was pretty bad.”

“Yeah.” You laugh forgivingly.

“Give me another try?”

“Yeah.”

“You go left and I go right.”

“We’d be going the same direction then.”

He chuckles at himself awkwardly. “Right.”

“Right,” you agree.

You both nervously laugh together before he places his hands on your cheeks. He moves in slowly, too slowly. You close the distance and land your lips on his. It’s an improvement but it feels stiff like two statues kissing on another.

You pull his hands off your cheeks and he pulls away from you. “Sorry.”

You shake your head. “Keep going,” you urge him, leaning your forehead against his.

He moves in more forcefully. You place his hands on your hips and he moves further, pushing you onto your back into the grass. His hand drags up your side, slightly pushing your shirt up. His thumb smooths over the last rung of your ribs. 

You pull back. “Mighty improvement, but you can’t feel me up in a patch of grass. No matter how nice it is.”

He smiles into the alcove of your neck. His lips graze over the sliver of skin before he removes himself, standing up over you. He reaches a hand down to you. Alex pulls you off the ground and you make your way back toward the house.

You return to the couch where the group has gathered, stuck in the depths of conversation and drunkenness, to notice that Alex and you have come back hand in hand. Alex asks if you want a drink. You nod and he squeezes your hand before he goes. The upturn of his lips burned into your memory.

You take a seat on the arm of the couch and try to keep up with whatever argument is going on between Pete and Kenny. Alex comes back, standing beside you, and hands you a cup. You whisper commentary of the fight to him until it dies down when Kirsty and Gavin come over to the group.

“Hey,” Kirsty sheepishly says, waving to the group, but mostly to Alex. She and Gavin walk closer to you and Alex as the group eagerly watches the drama. “I don’t want this to be awkward for anyone.”

“It’s not awkward,” you say, your lips skimming over the rim of your plastic cup. 

Kirsty’s eyes move over to you as if you’ve threatened her with a knife. You suppose the comment was directed toward Alex and not Gavin’s former counterpart. “Just…we’re all friends, Al. We’ve shared things and I don’t want to have to avoid each other.”

Alex shrugs and looks at the liquor in his cup instead of Kirsty. “We’re not avoiding each other. We’re talking now.”

“Right.” Kirsty slowly nods, picking at the edge of her dress. “Still, I don’t want anything to change.”

Gavin maliciously corrects, “Well, other than Kirsty and I being together now.”

“Are you two together? Like together together?” You ask.

Gavin smugly raises his eyebrows. “Yeah. You stared enough to figure that out.”

Refusing to let him embarrass you, you shrug and focus on your cup. “I just wasn’t sure if you were just sleeping with one another.”

“We’re sleeping with one another too. If you’re so curious,” he says accusatively.

Before anybody could respond in defense, Alex shouts out, “Sleepy is the seventh dwarf!”

And while everybody else stares in complete confusion, you and Alex burst out laughing. You shake your head at him and stand up from the couch. “Have a nice night, guys,” you say to the couple as Alex and you exit the house, going back to the grass.

*

Alex’s skin feels hot. There’s a coat of sweat on his forehead that feels uncontrollable. At the start, he wiped it away but now he doesn’t want to disrupt his rhythm by lifting his arm and collapsing on top of you. But he feels disgusting. He’s convinced beads of sweat are going to drop on you and you’ll yelp in disgust and make him leave.

However, he’s been focusing so much now that he’s distracted from the actual act of fucking you, prompting you to say, “Are you okay?”

“Me?” He questions like there are other people in the room you could be talking to. “Yeah. Yeah. Are you? Is it not good? Sorry. I’m just sweating so much.”

You softly giggle at his rambling and reach over to your bedside table, grabbing a tissue and handing it to him. He wipes over his forehead and discards the tissue by shooting it into your wastebasket. “You okay now?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Sorry. Should I keep going?” His heart beats against his ribs so harshly that it could make the house shake. No matter how many deep breaths he takes, he can’t calm it.

You lift yourself up and kiss his cheek. “Yeah. You can keep going if you want.”

His smile is achingly sweet. “Yeah. I want to. Of course I want to.” And suddenly, he can breathe just fine.

*

a/n: i don't believe in sex anymore. i'm a nun.

[dahlia-tourism-board]

How the DAMN Crew dress in the winter

Damien

He switches from tank-tops and shorts to t-shirts and jeans in the fall

He has a dark grey denim jacket that he uses for as long as he can get away with

If it's really cold (Like it's a talking point on the news cold), he has a cheap peacoat he bought in the 2010s. It looks warm to an outside observer, but it's flimsy enough that it doesn't bother him, heat-wise (Huxley thinks he looks sophisticated in it)

His mother drilled the importance of keeping covert into him, so he's generally really good at finding clothes that look warm but still breathe enough for him to keep cool

Huxley

He has a collection of cozy crewneck sweatshirts, mostly from school, but a few he picked up on family vacations too

However, he is wearing cargo shorts until it gets below freezing (Much to Damien's mother-henning chagrin)

He is also never wearing a hat, scarf, or gloves. He doesn't mean to, he just always forgets (And Damien can always hold his hand to keep him warm)

I feel like he has a thick, sturdy, old-school aviator jacket (Damien thinks he looks heroic in it, and may or may not swoon over it)

Lasko

He busts out the sweaters and cardigans the moment the fall breeze gets a little too brisk, partly because he likes fall clothes, and partly because I feel like he gets cold real easy

Once winter hits, he busts out a big puffer jacket, scarf, hat, etc, all in blues and greys

He also has those finger less gloves that have the adjustable mitten part

Fuzzy socks :)

Gavin

Doesn't need to care about the weather, but does care about Fashion[TM]

Always looks like he walked off the gayest runway imaginable, all very loud in a very high-fashion sort of way

Black Leather gloves, for the vibes

Uses a scarf only so he can dramatically flip it over his shoulder (It makes freelancer laugh)

Still wears sunglasses, even if the sun starts setting at 2pm

Freelancer

I feel like Freelancer has a medium cold tolerance, so sensible jackets and a hat. No scarf or gloves though, a bit too much of a hassle

They do have a DAMN beanie, because they like feeling that school spirit (and it reminds them of their lil found family)

Actually, they have a mustard yellow jacket. Still sensible, but they like a bit of color in their winter wardrobe

They wear thigh-highs under their pants for the warmth (Gavin thinks it's both funny to use them for practical purposes, and hot that he knows Freelancer is wearing them under a perfectly ordinary outfit)

Dear

Has only a slightly higher cold tolerance than Lasko, so still busts out the sweaters fairly soon

A lot of pastels and delicate knits. All of their sweaters are super soft to the touch

Also has a puffer jacket, hats, gloves, scarves, etc, all thick and fluffy, and all in different pastel shades

All of their hats have pom-poms :)

[sneakyparsnipslicer]

Power Play

It was never meant to have happened, but in all fairness I'm glad it did. I do have an unspoken duty of care after all.

I'm Gavin, 22, studying at Uni for theatre. Friends have always said I've got an uncanny talent for acting, able to hide how I'm feeling, telling the most convincing lies, but despite that I do have an earnest care for my friends and for some that's a big deal.

So, it all happened one Friday night, some of the girl friends were hosting a house party. Alcohol, music, conversation, the usual. My friend Janice had asked if I was free earlier and invited me. I hadn't seen her all week so the chance to catch up is always welcome. I put on my best clothes and headed off to the house which thankfully wasn't too far from my own place. I brought along some Amaretto for the party and got to mingling with others. I arrived quite early so there weren't too many people around and I got the chance to meet the partygoers and meet up with Janice.

'Hey Gav, glad you could make it! Got some pretty big news!' whispered Janice excitedly in my ear.

'Really? What is it?' I asked eagerly. She waved her left hand in front of my face, a gold ring on her finger. My jaw dropped.

'Tina proposed to me, we're getting married in the New Year!' she cried. I smiled and hugged her. Tina was a friend of ours and had confided to me in secrecy that she had a crush on Janice, and over the space of a year it looks like they'd both hit it off really well.

'Congrats, that's awesome!' I cried. 'Is Teen here tonight?'.

'Yeah she's just over in the other room, I'll go get her' said Janice, and she made her way through to the kitchen. I sat down on the sofa and waited a while. More and more partygoers arrived and as the night went on I forgot about Janice and Tina.

Getting progressively tipsy and humming along to 'Tainted Love', someone slumped down on the sofa next to me.

'Fuck them lesbians' sighed a voice. I opened my eyes and looked to my right, there sat a guy that looked about 30 with a bottle of Budweiser in his hand, shaking his head.

'What's up?' I asked, looking to him in concern. The guy looked to me and shrugged.

'Same fucking story everywhere I go, I see a cute girl, magically they're gay. Swear every fucker's gay these days' he said, taking a sip of his drink. I didn't say anything, took a sip of my drink and looked across the room. I could see past the crowd by the doorway was Janice. She was consoling Tina, who was crying. We caught eachother's eyes and I tilted my head subtly to the guy next to me, she nodded and kissed Tina on the head. I understood the situation.

'So how about you my man? You smashing some puss tonight?' the guy asked, looking me up and down. I turned to him and smiled.

'Nah mate, I'm more for the buss!' I replied, winking. The guy almost spat his drink out.

'Fuck off mate, you ain't gay!' he said laughing. I sighed.

'Oh sorry, were you expecting something more like this?' I asked, dangling my wrist and swiping the air camply. He laughed again, looking at me in disbelief.

'For a moment there I could've sworn you were straight' he said.

'Well you know, not all of us act camp, I like what I like but keep it on the down low' I replied, to which he nodded. I felt like I needed to move this along.

'Say, do you work out?' I asked, looking to his arms. He looked and flexed his right arm.

'Ah, you like what you see?' he asked smugly, grinning. I nodded and took another sip of my drink. He chuckled softly.

'You know, I've never tried a guy before' he said quietly, leaning in a little closer.

'Might be your lucky night' I suggested. He started nodding and bit his lower lip, taking a good look at me. I could have cackled at how easy it was to get him invested.

'What do you say we go find somewhere quiet to… break some new ground?' he asked, chuckling. I could have suplexed myself from the eye roll I wanted to do, but I had to keep my composure and giggled.

'Well, my place is just down the road, should give us a chance to get to know eachother better' I smiled. He drank the last of his drink and stood up. I happened to catch sight of his bulge as he offered a hand to lift me up, predictable. I tenderly placed my hand in his and he hoisted me up onto my feet, grinning.

'Let's get going then!' he said, heading off out of the house. I followed behind him, giving Janice a quick thumbs up and a wink as she nodded understandingly, mouthing the words 'Thank you'.

We returned to my place, him squeezing my ass and getting excited all the while. I unlocked the front door and invited him in. As soon as I was done locking the door, he made his move, pinning me to the door and burying his nose in my shoulder blade, taking a deep sniff.

'Mmm, you smell good!' he said. I rolled my eyes.

'It's Playboy' I said passively. He pulled his nose out.

'That's what I'll call you! Playboy!' he said, smiling maniacally.

'Sure thing, umm' I said, looking to him for a name.

'Just call me Daddy you cocksucking bitch!' he growled, pinning me further into the door and kissing my neck. Daddy, how fucking predictable. I could just see how this was going to go down. He pulled away and exhaled, stroking my chest.

'I'll bet you're a right little slut aren't you, Playboy?' he asked, fiddling with my shirt buttons, slowly revealing my chest.

'Oh for sure!' I grinned, moving in to kiss him. He hesitated but proceeded to kiss me back. I moved my hands behind his shoulders, embracing him. I could feel his dick pressing against my leg, he was totally enjoying it.

'Fuck me!' he said, dazed.

'Don't you mean fuck ME, Daddy?' I asked. He started laughing and moved his hands down to my thighs.

'Didn't think I'd ever be doing this with a guy, it feels so good' he said, looking into my eyes, amazed.

'Well, let's enjoy this then' I said, taking him by the hands and guiding him to my bedroom.

We got into the room and he thrust me down on the bed, biting his lip.

'Alright, strip down Playboy, nice and slow' he said, stroking his own crotch. I sat smirking as I kicked off my shoes and undid the last buttons on my shirt, taking it off and throwing it away. I went to unbuckle my belt when he stopped me.

'Come over here, I wanna try something' he said. Walking over he turned me around and began to unbuckle my belt whilst his cock was grinding against my butt. Always so cute when first timers try to be all freaky.

'You like that?' he asked, resting his chin on my left shoulder, watching as he pulled my shorts down.

'Yes Daddy' I said breathily, trying not to laugh. He dropped my shorts and began rubbing my butt through my boxers with his hands.

'Oh that ass feels so good Playboy, can't wait to explore it!' he whispered.

'I sure hope Daddy's packing tonight' I replied. With that he turned me back to face him, pulled me into a passionate kiss and carried me over to the bed, laying me down on it. Getting on top of me, he looked down as I looked back up at him. I began to pull at his shirt and he took it off, revealing his muscular chest, I'll admit it wasn't half bad. Then I began to unbuckle his belt and pull his jeans down, which he kicked off and there we were on the bed in our boxers.

'Open Daddy's pants!' he ordered, and I nodded, slipping them down his thighs. His dick sprung free, big and girthy, just how I like them.

'Ooooh, Daddy's got a big one!' I remarked in surprise, looking at it. He placed a hand under my chin, lifting it up to face him.

'Suck it, Playboy' he said, and so I began to do so, placing it in my mouth and beginning the blowjob. As it went on, his face became more strained as he tried not to shoot his load.

'Shit, you're good!' he moaned, looking to the ceiling. Eventually he stopped me and turned me over, pulling my boxers down.

'Alright Playboy, going in!' he chuckled. I could have cackled there and then, but I had to withold on the irony of that line. He began to spread my ass cheeks and inserted the tip of his dick, which slipped in easily. Even he was shocked.

'Damn, I thought you'd be tighter!' he said.

'C'mon Daddy, I'm a whore remember? Don't ruin this for yourself' I replied, massaging his leg. He nodded and continued to ride my backside, shaking the bed doing so. I'll admit this guy fucked with feeling, and as it went on and he reached climax, he wasn't aware of what else was going on.

When he finally came, sweaty and panting, he whooped in amazement.

'Wow Playboy, that was amazing!' he laughed, pulling himself away, but he soon realised he couldn't remove his dick from my ass.

'What's the matter Daddy? Too balls deep in me to let go?' I asked, turning my head to look at him. To his horror, his hands were beginning to sink slowly into my back, his pelvic region already sunk furthest into mine, and our feet had merged.

'Yo, what the fuck's going on?!' he shouted, but he couldn't pull himself free, he continued to sink into me as I began to cackle.

'You just fucked your way into a whole lot of trouble my guy!' I replied, laughing as he struggled.

'Let me go you fucking freak!' he roared as our legs were fully joined and his arms had sunk in.

'You upset my friends tonight, 'Daddy'. The lesbians you were moaning about, they just got engaged and you just had to come along and ruin their day' I said coldly as his back and shoulders sank in, him yelling out for help.

'And for the record, the name's Gavin. Suits me well considering how many homophobic, misogynistic pricks like you I've been gathering up to stop my friends being harrassed' I explained. By now the guy's face had melted into the back of my head and his screams became more and more muffled. Eventually he was fully sunk inside me, his added mass stretching me out and I began jerking my own dick, getting off my bed and spunking a few heavy loads on the carpet, excising myself of him. I looked at the pool of cum as it began to dry into the carpet.

'That's all you ever were, just a stain on society's carpet. Thanks for the muscles though' I said, cracking my neck and massaging my new musculature, reaching for my clothes. Though I thought to slip on the guy's jeans, they fitted me pretty nicely.

Making my way back over to Janice's place, most of the partygoers were filling out of the house. I went back in and found Tina and Janice, their faces lit up.

'Gav! Did you take care of that bastard?' asked Janice hopefully.

'Hey, I'm wearing his jeans aren't I?' I asked, turning to show them off 'Plus he filled me out a bit'. Janice shook her head, but smiled.

'I don't know how you do it, but thank you' said Tina, bowing her head. I pulled them both into a hug.

'Forget about him, he won't be bothering anyone anymore. Nobody messes with my friends' I said, looking to them in admiration.

'You're definitely gonna be the Best Man at the wedding, you know that right?' asked Janice. I folded my arms and rolled my eyes.

'And here I was hoping to be Chief Bridesmaid, oh well!' I sighed, shrugging. Janice and Tina began chuckling as I turned my attention to cleaning up the empty bottles and beer cans that the guests had left.

[jynxedshapeshifter]

Something I think is really interesting about the Gavin bros is their color palettes and I 100% think that any potential symbolism from it was intentional.

Klavier's skin, hair, and eyes are all a bit darker than Kristoph's. Their hair colors are technically the same, but Klavier's appears darker because of how it's shaded. Klavier's eyes are a dark slate color, Kristoph's are lighter and more blue. Klavier's skin is tanner than Kristoph's.

This goes to their outfits too. Klavier always wears dark purple and black, while Kristoph wears blue, pink, and white. The darkest thing in Kristoph's outfit is the black waistcoat that's barely visible under his suit jacket, and Klavier similarly wears silver chains that really emphasize how dark everything else he wears is.

This is so interesting to me. Like it doesn't just create contrast in regards to them being siblings, it also creates contrast in regards to their morals and roles in the story. Klavier is a genuinely good guy, although he is a bit chaotic about it. Kristoph pretends to be a good guy, but is an attempted serial killer (successful serial killer in AJ:AA's bad ending) and only cares about himself and his reputation. Their color palettes, very likely by design, throw you off when you first meet them, not helped by the "antagonistic attorney" inversion; every defense attorney we've met before Apollo Justice is a genuinely good person, and every prosecutor starts off as a dick. That expectation is completely flipped on its head in Apollo Justice; you expect Kristoph to be a good guy, then he's the first murderer you get convicted, and you expect Klavier to be an unhelpful asshole but he's a harmless troll at worst (unlike every prosecutor prior to Apollo Justice. Klavier never intentionally tries to hurt Apollo or Apollo's case).