homestuck--edits · 2 years ago
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can i have ministrife of fiamet please? thank you 🥺 👉👈
yes :>
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miokki · 8 months ago
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# RIBBONS OF AFFECTION
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✰ synopsis: xiao’s small act of showing affection and a larger encounter.
✰ paring: xiao x gn!reincarnated!reader
✰ warnings: crying ig and past lives
✰ notes: tbh i no idea what this fic is about. it was supposed to be about ribbons but it turned into reincarnation??
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XIAO is rather shy by nature—blood quickly rushes to his ears whenever he gets flustered, even by the most simple gestures. this time is no exception, as xiao is picking out flowers for you. the feeling of the flower store has always had this moist atmosphere, yet it feels best during the morning; right when the last of the dews drip off the leaf.
as he enters, the bell attached to the door rings alerting the woman behind the forest green counter, who only smiles before looking back down at the materials in front of her. the store is decorated in colours and life, with flowers on one side displayed in the window and a longer area full of blooms to his right. the blossoms being the brighter shades that human life seems to be afraid of nowadays, the shades dance in front of xiao as he continues to stare.
in truth, he has very limited experience with flowers and its symbolism; less is known about how much you like flowers. yet, xiao isn’t known to ask and only hopes that you’ll understand the vision as he admires the beauty of the them—each petal handled with such delicateness and care. yet, his mind swiftly switches to you and the way you handle him—like porcelain, like glass. that’s what your touch feels like. your skin on his is a hot fire burning on his, yet it’s gentle. in a way that makes him feel that no one has been kind to him—at least not before you.
he wishes there were more to convey his ocean like affections for you, something that meant his life long oath to you. yet, you wouldn’t agree such a thing, he thinks. he finds it strange humans, your kind, can be the same yet completely different. he’s seen humans that want the world, but seem to only want to love him and live knowing your boyfriend loves you back.
“excuse me?” he asks quite meekly to the florist standing by the counter.
the florist gaze meets his, “mm, how can i help?” her smile glows as she disregards the floral foam and roses in front of her.
“what flowers would you recommend, for my partner?” he replies.
her smile widens, and xiao tenses as she moves from behind the counter and towards him. however, he soon relaxes, his shoulders now sitting in a comfortable position as she speaks purely of her craft. xiao watches as she points to all different shades, some of of white, some of red. yet, it still leaves him feeling clueless and embarrassed. it isn’t long before, the florist is stumped. simply unsure of what other flowers could the man want.
“i’m sorry for troubling you,” xiao says, sounding incredibly apologetic.
“nono, you’re fine. it’s not everyday someone shows up with a challenge.” the florist panics as her hand waved in the morning air before she turns back to grab a book and pencil. “tulips.. no, maybe something else.” she turns the page. “we’ve gone over liles… ahah, what about some chrysanthemums?” she turns her head to xiao and xiao tilts his.
“those white ones over there,” she directs, pencil hanging out of her mouth as her finger lifts up to point the white flowers sitting on the middle shelf. yet before xiao can get a closer look, the light wood from her lips drops and her hands start to shake from her joy. “oh my! i have some leftover carnations in the back. give me a second, i have a really cute idea.” then she starts to run off.
it’s not long after that she comes back out of the storeroom with a bunch of white chrysanthemums, pink carnations and a hand full of baby breath, along with rolls of paper and ribbon all wrapped in her arms. a smile spread across her tan skin, and her rosy cheeks bright and clear in the sun as the materials land on the wooden surface.
it isn’t long before the range of flowers transforms into bouquet, lands in xiao’s callused palms and is paid for in full. however, the bunch of petals doesn’t leave the store without a series of thank you’s, smiles and goodbye’s before xiao exits. the bell ringing behind him as he walks along the streets of liyue. internally smiling to himself as he travels back home.
“xiao?” your voice rings in his ears.
you grip onto the tote bag’s handle resting on your right shoulder as you lift off the heels of your shoes. a shocked look splattered on your boyfriend’s features as you speed toward him, the stone under your feet scratching against the soles of your shoes. fresh morning air spreads across your face while you loose the distance between the two of you.
“hun, i’ve been wondering where you’ve been all morning. i was worried,” you say to his face before looking down at his left hand. “oh, are those mums?” you point at the white flowers.
“chrysanthemums? yes, do you not like them?” your lover’s eyes displays a thousand words, years of worry in them, as he stumbles over the word ‘chrysanthemums’. it’s endearing.
you can’t help but panic all the same, “nono, i love them, their beautiful. but how come your look disappointed?” you question, staring at the somber look in his golden eyes.
“i wanted to surprise you. i hadn’t anticipated that you would go out to find me.” the discontent takes a spotlight in the pools of gold and stars.
oh. perhaps you should just pretend to be blind and walk—
“i mean you still can, i’ll just pretend i never saw you this morning and—“ you begin to walk back in the direction you came from yet don’t make it far. you barely get two feet away before your wrist is used to tug you back to him.
he pushes the flowers towards you, “i want you to have them now, even if it didn’t go to plan. i should of known, i’m always meant to find you in every lifetime.”
you take a step forward as you hear a break in xiao’s voice, your lips closing in on the side of his porcelain face. you place a gentle smiled kiss on his skin before taking the bouquet from his grasp. you stop. you stare and admire it for its beauty. yet your eyes catch onto the pink ribbon loosely wrapped and tied into a pretty bow around the pieces of paper and parchment that hold the stems. it only takes a moment and a half for your fingertips to caress the thin, long line of closely woven fabric and to tug it undone. a long line now in your hold along with the bouquet.
“here, give me your hand.” you gesture towards his left as you lift your right towards his.
your boyfriend holds up his pinky as you lift your own, carefully placing the bouquet in between your arm and you side. xiao watches intently as you wrap the ribbon around his finger twice and tie it off with a knot before doing the same to your own pink before tying it off with a bow. the sun shines in your eyes as the ribbon between creates a curve.
“here, i know we can’t see it normally but it isn’t just you that finds me, i chase after you too. i found you here after you disappeared this morning. and in every life time this ribbon will lead us both to each other, in all my life times. you’re not alone xiao, i’m here now at the very least.” you reassure, combing back his green toned hair out of his face.
he can’t help but laugh. he smiles. xiao smiles so brightly that you can watch the moment his eyes start to shine with tears. yet the moment the tears starts to roll, you pull him straight into your embrace, rubbing his back and whispering your affections for him.
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suiana · 1 year ago
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So to give to a little context first. I have a friend whom I met from my old online school. We have a enemies dynamic. We've each other for 2 years now. When we first met I was the one who talked the most, which he used to see as "annoying". Ever since I left the online school and became busy with my new irl school, I started messaging him less and when I do, he acts more and more nicer and chill than before. To the point he stared flirting with me but I always brushed it off as I also flirt with everybody. Did I forget to mention we are the complete opposite of each other. He's extremely introverted online while I'm literally just putting out my phone number for everyone to see. Irl tho I'm introverted and scared of people unlike him who suddenly has the ultimate rizz and getting into fights with other boys.
One time he messaged me while putting on his just as he got out if the shower. Lemme tell you I was dense af back then. He literally asked for shampoo recommendations. I didn't know anything about men's hygiene so I told him to use a flower scented shampoo. He left for 15mins which I thought was because he was drying his hair. No he was running to the store. He asked for which shampoo brand I use. I didn't want him to know that much about me so I said any sakura scented one.
Another time was when we were talking about a game we like and he thought about cosplaying the character I liked and I thought of it as just some teasing between friends and went along with it by saying I prefer the female characters.
I'm always questioning my sexuality so I'm always joking around that I'm gay and I think that's the reason why he hasn't been straight forward.
He started his own irl school last week and a girl kept looking back and forth at him and when he was about to go home she stopped him saying he could always ask her for help about studies and the school.
And again with a different girl but this time is his deskmate. Apparently every single girl he has met had asked him if he has a gf to which he responded with "not ur business" and I already knew something wasn't right at this point because I have seen his face before and he is mid. Sure ig some girls r into tall boys but he's a freaking emo.
And did I tell you about my suspicion about his deskmate not even being a real girl because the Coincidences if them being neighbors and having way too much in common is too suspicious. Did I also mention "her" personality is completely unreal. She says she's "not like the other girls" and HE him out of all people fricking agreed
And his description of her sounds exactly like me. Short wolfcut, gets mistaken as a boy, kinda tall. Even her behavior is like mine, Just randomly zoning out. And the last thing that completely threw me off guard was her grades. She's the Top of the class. I'm literally part of the student council.
But then I wanted to meet her too if she was comfortable with it but y know what he said.
Idk I can
He thinks I might accidentally hurt her feelings. He has known me for nearly 3 years.
And his response to me was
"Didnt mean it but since she has many mental issues and tried to suicide her self because of got bullied and mocked,i just don't want to makes her feel bad and depressed"
I relate to her so now im always telling him to protect her even if her stories might be worse than mine.
But now that I'm rethinking about it
I think he's lying to me
I heard getting advice from random strangers on the internet is better than getting actual help /j
I actually really like him and I don't have the courage to confront him directly about it
There's a very high chance I'm just being delusional and should continue being some wingman
But I don't have any other friends to tell this and I really need to get it off my chest and get other ppls opinions so I hoped I didn't make too many Grammer mistakes
don't worry about making grammar mistakes it's totally ok
u should subtly try to egg him on for answers
like asking what's Ur ideal type, what would u do if u date me, do u think we'll be more than just friends etc
if he hints that he does like u maybe u can shoot your shot lol haha, and don't be disheartened if he rejects u, there's plenty of fish in the sea :3
imo u probably have a good chance of getting that because he probably likes you ++ no guy I've seen would do such things for someone they just call a friend :)
I hope everything goes well for you bae and all the best
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makespaceforspirit · 1 year ago
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Collage by K. Ibura
Last month, I ran across a post on IG. It argued that people who like to avoid being seen were often bullied as children. I showed it to my cousin, and I said, I like to hide out but I wasn't bullied as a child. She squinted at me to see if I was serious. "You weren't bullied as a child?!?" she asked, her voice challenging me to think again.
I've talked about my penchant for avoiding the spotlight all my life. I love anonymity. It's one of the things I love about living in New York as opposed to my hometown of New Orleans. I have a big family and everywhere you go, you're running into a relative or a friend or a high school classmate. It's not that I don't want to see and connect with my community, I just like feeling I can live my life without eyes on me.
I've always accredited my comfort in the shadows with being the middle child of five. When there was so much chaos in the house, if I kept quiet, I wouldn't get caught breaking the rules, lol. I've never needed or desired public witness. I have my circle of friends whose gaze I enjoy receiving and I love reveling in the appreciative gaze of a colleague who is in the trenches with me or a beloved who holds me in affectionate embrace. But if the average person looks past me, I'm just fine with that.
Welp, upon closer examination, I can say I was bullied as a child... a lot. I didn't have a bully in the classic sense. There was no one at school who bullied me, no recurring person causing me physical or emotional harm. (My brothers were big bullies at home, but that's another story.) Instead I was consistently and constantly bullied by strangers.
In the 90s, me and my family were oddballs. We were vegetarian at a time where people thought yogurt was exotic. We shopped at Whole Foods when one of its early stores was cramped into a residential building in New Orleans. But what offended strangers was my short natural hair. They were relentless. The simple bus ride from school to home would be full of people's horrible opinions. I got called Grace Jones and Kojak more times than I can remember. And when I wasn't avoiding the glares and wounding words of people who didn't appreciate my hair, I was dodging the advances of men—grown men, young adult men, teenagers. Men were predatory and persistent, sucking their teeth, commenting on our bodies, grabbing our hands, demanding our phone numbers. The public world was a minefield.
For some people, the type of hostility I faced would make them want to change themselves. I never wanted to change myself, I just wanted people to leave me alone. Invisibility would have been a gift. I craved attention from my friends and from an adoring teenage boy who would love me for who I was, but other than that, everyone else could walk on past.
It's funny how the influences of our formative years don't necessarily disappear on their own. I've fought the pull towards invisibility over the course of my entire writing career. I remember when I launched my very first website, I had a tiny, tiny picture of myself with a colored overlay on it. Someone wrote in to tell me he couldn't really see my picture. And I wrote back, what does my writing have to do with what I look like?
All those years ago, I wanted people to love the words, and to my view that had nothing to do with knowing or loving me. So when I pulled A Fierce Desert Flower (as discussed in the previous post) and read its description about being seen, I took a deep breath and let the message in.
Rae Diamond, author of The Cantigee Oracle cards writes: Something in you or in your life is ready to explode in color and presence, and to be seen. And as is the purpose of any flower, this is something that will bring further support to you once you let it show. We all want to magnetize and draw support to us. When bring seen has historically brought the opposite, it is just instinct to shun the spotlight. I've learned that I'm very comfortable being seen when I'm helping others find ways to free their voices and engage with their authentic selves. I don't mind being seen when I'm being a contribution and sharing the challenges and hacks of my journey with others. I still avoid posting pictures of myself and daily slices of my life as much as I can, but have been committed to doing what I can to support a long healthy life for my writing.
Do you struggle with being seen? If so, what encourages you to share yourself against your instincts? I truly believe a harmonious world is one where we all have the space to express our thoughts, feelings and creativity. Those expressions all call for being seen. I will continue meditating on ways to be and express without letting the punishing gaze of my past silence my communications. I will pray for your voice to be unfettered and free!
🙏🏾🙏🏾
Onward!
—K. Ibura
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stthdr · 2 years ago
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The one for me (Argyle x Gn reader) Stranger Things
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A/N: check out my tiktok @stthdr this was a recommended character from my comments this is pretty short but I'm not good at romantic stuff I'm more of a angst person but I hope you like it
Y/f/c mean your favorite color
Warnings: Romantic fluff ig , cursing , smoking illegal things, season 4 characters
Summary: Argyle realizes he has feelings for you and wants to confess in a romantic way but doesn't know how so Jonathan helps him
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I wait outside my house for Argyle and Jonathan to come pick me up for our smoke sesh. I finally see Argyle and Jonathan pull up I hop in the back of the pizza van. "Hey" I hear Argyle say slightly stuttering as I climb in the van it was obvious that he liked me and I liked him back but I wasn't ready to tell him yet I was waiting on him to tell me "Hey why does it smell like donuts" I say confused as I look around for the donuts that I smell "We picked some up on the way over" Jonathan says handing my a small box of my favorite flavor of donuts just for me "are these all for me thanks" I say as I waste no time opening the box to eat some of the donuts "Thank Argyle it was his idea and he payed" Jonathan said looking back at me "Thanks A" I say as the short Nick name A slips out on accident I was to busy eating donuts to notice what I said "No problem" Argyle says stuttering slightly like he always did when he talked to me most of the drive was pretty quiet except for when pass the dutchie came on we all sang along like always we slowly pulled up to the place we normally park to smoke it pretty hidden away we all just ate donuts and joked around until the bong was passed around enough we were all high out of our minds so Argyle drove me home first like normal "Bye beautiful" I almost missed what Argyle said to me since I was getting out the van when he said it "Bye pretty boy" I say jokingly as I close the door to the van and walk up to my front door Argyle and Jonathan waited for me to get inside and safe I wave bye to them but only Argyle sees it
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Why did I say that I mean they are beautiful but I didn't mean to say that out loud I stopped thinking about what just happened when Jonathan started talking "Hey they called you pretty" "What Really" I say because I didn't hear them call me pretty "yea dude they have to like you there's no way they don't like you" Jonathan says as I start pulling out the drive way "Y/n would never be in love with someone like me plus I want to confess to her in a romantic way I don't know how to do that" I say sighing after finishing "Ill be your wing man trust me let's run by the store real quick to get stuff for them" Jonathan says that and I instantly start heading to the store to get stuff for the one person I love "Here get them some flowers and chocolate" Jonathan says as he grabs some chocolate and tells me to pick the flowers "which ones dude" I say looking at the flower stand in front of me "Get the y/f/c it's there favorite color I think" Jonathan says so I grab the prettiest y/f/c flowers and put them in the cart next to the chocolate Jonathan grabbed after we check out the stuff we get in the car I drive Jonathan home and the whole way to Jonathans house hes telling me exactly how to ask y/n on a date and where to take them
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I get a call and answer "Hello" I said confused "hey it's Argyle uhm I wanted to see if you could maybe come by skull rock tomorrow at 5" he says stuttering to the point I almost can't understand him "sure are you ok you sound frantic" I say a little concerned "yea I'm fine" I hear Argyle say that real fast then hang up the phone is put the phone back down go back in my room and get ready for bed I wonder what is happening at skull rock tomorrow.
I wake up around 2pm I'm a late sleeper I make myself so bacon and eggs for breakfast since both my parents are all ready at work I watch TV till around 4:30 something then remember Argyle asked me to meet him at skull rock at 5 I frantically get up turn off the TV and hurry to get ready I put on a cute green sundress and some black converses and ride my bike to skull rock it's around 5:06 when I get there so I rush to go through the wooded area and when I get past all the wilderness I see my favorite color flowers some chocolates and Argyle sitting in a cute little outfit more bland then what he normally wears but still cute he Rush's up almost falling trying to get up I can very Cleary see Jonathan being paparazzi in the back but I'm to focused on how pretty Argyle looks to care about Jonathan "I have something I have been wanting to tell you for a will but I wanted to do it in a romantic way and not just say it but I love you and I hope you feel the same about me if not its- " I cut Argyle off with a gentle kiss he kissed back but was hesitant at first thats when Jonathan came around skull rock and shaped a quick photo of me and Argyles first kiss which seems creepy but I appreciate it since this is a special moment I pull away from the kiss and lay my head on Argyles chest hugging him gently he wrapped his hands around my waist pulling me into the hug as Jonathan took pictures of us to capture this moment forever "I love you A I always have always will" I say kissing his cheek "That's it I think I've found the one for me"
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vroomvroomkachowboi · 4 years ago
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The Gift of Magi
smut, fluff, angst: fluff ig
pairing: draco malfoy x reader (fem)
word count: 1.8k (1897 specifically) 
summary: it’s valentine’s day soon, y/n decides to sell something to get draco a gift, since she’s poor, she sells a valuable item to buy him something,  and draco’s gift relates to the item she sold  (this is based off of that one christmas story “the gift of magi”, except its valentine’s day and draco is obviously not poor)
warning: i think curse words, and i barely proofread my one shots so, and math sort of   
a/n: i hope y’all know what story i’m talking about because then it would be embarrassing for me lmao. (if you’re confused just search up mickey’s once upon a christmas, you’ll probably recognize it) omg the amount of math i had to do for this one shot is ridiculous,  but i’m actually really proud of this, also he won’t be very draco-like 
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Valentine’s Day would be a lot sooner than later. The day of love would be here in 2 days and Y/n still needed to buy a gift for Draco, her boyfriend. Unfortunately, she was just as poor as the Weasley family. She felt bad, Draco loved to spoil her even on regular days, since the Malfoy’s were filthy rich. She just wanted for their first Valentine’s day to be perfect, she almost couldn’t send him anything during winter break. He, however, sent her many gifts that she wasn’t expecting. She just knew Draco was going to spoil the shit out of her for Valentine’s Day.
Thankfully it was Saturday, and she could go into Hogsmeade, and fortunately for her, Draco had to stay at Hogswarts to study for an important test in potions class, which gave her some time to go and look for a gift. The first place she’d go is to Honeydukes, she’ll buy him his favorite candy first and see how much money she’ll have left over and find him a suitable and cheap present.
When she arrives at Hogsmeade, she runs into Honeydukes and begins collecting all his favorite candies, she paid for them and left, trying to find a store that sold a good enough gift for her boyfriend. From the corner of her eye, she saw it.
The perfect gift for Draco.
Her friend had told her about a new jewelry shop at was right by Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop. She walks over the window to get a closer look. On display, at the window, she stared at the ring. A silver snake ring. It had a real Victorian style, the snake would loop around his finger 3 times, each scale was defined from the tip of the tail, to it’s end of it’s face, and the snake had emerald eyes. It was truly meant for Draco.
Her heart dropped when she looked at the price. 150 galleons?! How would she afford the ring, she only had 20 galleons left, and she had to save it for a while, where would she get 130 galleons?
She began to fidget with her necklace. A habit she did when she was nervous. It was a gorgeous minimal gold necklace with a moon on it. She found it on the street when she was younger when she visited the muggle world as a trip. Draco loved it as much as she did.
Coincidentally she saw a sign at the window saying “We buy jewelry as well!”, the idea popped into her head at that moment.
She walked in and saw the beautiful jewelry around her, she never got to go into stores like these since she barely had any money, she became so distracted in the beautiful earrings on display, that she didn’t notice a middle-aged woman standing right next to her, not until the lady cleared her throat for her attention.
“Hello, young lady. How may I help you today? Looking for something in particular?” The lady spoke in her strong London accent. Y/n blushed in embarrassment. “Yes. I’m getting a present for my boyfriend. I saw the sign, and I want to sell this,” She said, unclasping her necklace, and handing it over to the lady. The lady put her glasses on, which made her eyes look twice as large, as she inspected Y/n’s necklace. With a wave of her wand, the lady tested for real gold in her necklace. The woman looked at her necklace for a good minute before looking back up at Y/n.
“It is real gold. I will give you 140 galleons for this.” The lady said. Y/n eyes widen. That was a lot of money! She didn’t even know that she had something so expensive hanging around her neck for so long. For a moment, Y/n thought about saying no, but she thought about how perfect the ring would be for Draco and said yes. The lady handed her 140, giving her in total, 160 galleons.
“Is that all I can do for you miss?” The lady asked. “Uh, I saw that snake ring in the window. I’d like to buy it please.” Y/n said to her. The lady opened up a cabinet on her side of the table. “Size?” She asks. Y/n tells her Draco’s ring size and pays her the 150 galleons. Leaving her with 10 galleons left over, she leaves Hogsmeade and goes back to Hogwarts to prepare Draco’s gifts.
Valentine’s Day finally arrived. Draco had his owl send Y/n a letter, telling her to meet him at Astronomy Tower after the end of classes. She waited all day to see her boyfriend, unfortunately, they didn’t have any classes together, but he did say hello in the morning, and they both pecked before telling each other “Happy Valentine’s Day”.
But finally, the end of the day came, and Draco and Y/n planned on eating their favorite foods and exchange gifts at the Astronomy Tower. She ran out her final class, and into her dorm. She wanted to get all dolled up for the date, she did her makeup and put on a cute and date-worthy outfit, since it was a date and Draco was always dressed up in one of his black suits. Finally, she put on an outfit she felt and looked good in and she knew Draco would also enjoy it too.
She went up the spiral staircase that led up to the tower, Draco was there, leaning on the railing, wearing his all black suits. She let her presence be known as she ran up the stairs, Draco saw his girlfriend’s head pop up and smiled.
Before they said anything, Y/n ran up to Draco, and threw her arms around his neck, embracing him in a bear hug, he returned it by wrapping his arms around her waist. One of his hands made it’s way up to pet her hair, “Hey love, happy Valentine’s Day.” He whispers. She let go of his a little to face him but connected her lips with his, which he immediately kissed her back, holding her face with one of his cold, large hands.
“Come sit, darling. I brought you’re favorite, y/f!” He says and lets go of her. He sits on the large blanket he brought, and she sat on the opposite end, with their foods sitting between them. They talked and laughed for a while, until he brought up the topic of gifts. “Can I go get my present for you, my love?” She nods. He gets up and grabs something from a dark corner. He pulled out a huge teddy bear, a box of all her favorite candies, and a bouquet of all her favorite flowers.
She knew it. Draco did go all out for her, she can’t say she surprised. “Awe thank you, Draco! Wow, you didn’t have to get me so much.” She says. “But I wanted to darling. I love to spoil you, the look on your face is all worth it. Plus I don’t mind, I have plenty of money.” He says back. She gets up and grabs Draco’s hands, kissing both of them. “Thank you, I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend.”
She saw Draco’s heart melt right there, she kissed him before he said something cheesy. As always, Draco puts his skinny pale hand to her face when they were kissing, something she always loved. “I love you.” He says as he pulls back. “I love you too, Dray.” She says, smiling at him.
He looks down at her outfit, “I forgot to mention, that I liked your outfit love. You walked in, and I thought I saw an angel.” She laughed at his words. “Thanks, baby. But enough with the cheesy compliments.” They both laughed at her words. “I didn’t get you as much as you got me, I only got you 2 things.” She pulls out her purse, pulling out all the sweets she bought at the shop. His eyes lighten up. “Awe love, you got all my favorites in here!” He thanks her and puts the baggie of candy down on the blanket with the food.
His brows furrowed in confusion. “Uh, wait. I thought you said 2 gifts?” He questions. Pulling out the box containing the ring, she hands it to him. “I really hope you like it. I almost couldn’t get my hands on it. I saw it at Hogsmeade when you were studying for the potions test. I saw it at the window, and I thought, ‘that was made for Draco.’” She says, suddenly feeling nervous about Draco if liked the gift she got him.
Draco smiled as he pulls the ribbon, and opened the box. He gasped and looked at her, and back the ring. He grabs the ring and slipping onto his left ring finger. “Oh Merlin, Y/n. I love it! But it looks expensive, how much was it?” He questions, suddenly curious since he knew she was just as poor as Weaslebee.
“I sold my necklace for it. I didn’t even know my necklace cost 140 galleons! I wanted to make our first Valentine’s Day perfect...” As she rambled on about the necklace and ring, Draco’s smile dropped, and Y/n noticed it. “What’s wrong, Dray? I know you liked the necklace but I did it for you.” Draco didn’t say anything, only to pull out a white rectangular box from the inner pocket of his jacket.
He hands it to her, and she opened it skeptically. Now she knew why he was so upset. To match her necklace, Draco brought her gold star dangling earrings and gold charm bracelet with the planets. Y/n didn’t know whether to be happy or upset, she loved her gift, but now she felt dumb for using her necklace to buy his ring. “Shit, Draco. I don’t know what to say, I’m sorry.” She says, she couldn’t even look him in the eyes, just stared at the floor.
“Y/n, I understand you don’t have that much money, you don’t need to buy me expensive gifts for you to show your love to me. I already know you do, I would’ve been content with the sweets. I love the ring though, I was just really surprised.” He says and uses his hand to get her to look at him. Her eyes were watery, she was at the verge of tears. “I just wanted to make our Valentine’s day perfect. You spoil me so much, I just wanted to do it in return.”
He whispers a “It’s okay darling, come here.” And pulls her in for a hug. She returns it back, just wanting to feel his arms around her. “I was gonna gift you this,” She pulls back to pull out her wand and whispers, “Accio photograph.” In just a second or two, a framed photo landed in her hand. Draco grabbed it and look at it.
It was a photo of them two the first month they started dating, they made silly faces and laughed in the photo, Draco smiled at the memory. “Awe, darling, I love it!” He says, throwing his arms around her. She does the same and apologizes again. “Don’t you worry, my love. I’ll just buy it back, for you.” He whispers and pulls his head back a little to kiss Y/n. “I love you, happy Valentine’s Day darling.”
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shinebrightlikeanarwhal · 3 years ago
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Random SF ideas
It has a lot of Travis ships because that's my feral lil bby. I'm having fun keeping him from bullying people by bullying him instead lol
Every time he enters school Sal mutters “anything can happen in the Bronx”. Todd is the only one that doesn’t understand.
Travis is emotionally constipated and will take it out on others, but later do small things as his form of apologizing. Philip and his mother are the only people that understand him and understand why. Sal thinks he may be bipolar and Larry has probably called him the r-slur under his breath. (Stinky boy probably would say it openly if not for Sal's disdain for that word).
Maple and Travis bonding over jewelry and make up. Travis won’t admit it to anyone but her but he likes the way Maple accessorizes. Obligatory Chug appreciation to keep on her good side, later forms a healthy and wholesome friendship.
Travis and Larry fight verbally. It doesn’t get physical unless Larry loses control and shoved Travis. This prompting a snarky reminder that Larry is no better than Travis’ own father. They cuddle and fall asleep later tho, after Sal puts them in their get along corner.
Nicknames. Travis’ weakness is nicknames. Lisa discovers this and shows Larry and Sal who abuse this power. Travis’ tan cheeks are bright red anytime he’s out public with them because of their stupidly sweet nicknames. Their go to for reactions are baby(boy), sweetheart and bottom
Shameless PDA when Sal is jealous. Travis learns the hard way how easy it is to make him jealous when a hand is in his waist and holding him close to the shorter. Fingers tracing any exposed skin to keep Travis focused on him. Sorry Lar, you took up too much Travis time..
Travis’ mom being an absolute babe. Apple if her eye is her sweet boy. Probably passed while he was young and had to watch him grow in that unhealthy environment.. maybe reaches out to Sal for help since he’s more intuitive. Def terrifies Larry a couple times as a prank. He hit her son, bully or not, it just felt right to braid his hair to his bed post a couple times and paint his nasty thoughts on his chest.
Travis hates surprises and loud noises because of his father. They don’t learn that until they throw a surprise birthday party with cheering and loud pops of confetti balloons, his panic attack damn near gave him a heart attack. (He refused to accept apologies for something they didn’t know. Instead demanding they spoil him for the rest of the week as compensation for his hospital trip on his birthday)
I said it once, and I’ll say it again. Service. Animals. Mr. Phelps legally obligated to give him a service animal and Travis is somewhat saved from Kenneth's abuse. Taking more time outside for walks (the dog can’t bare letting Travis stay in the house for long with his father home). He genuinely bonds with other students over his new dog (the dog allowing contact when not in uniform but if Travis’ needs are present will attach itself to Travis’ hip.
Religious trauma and coping. Because PLS, can we please address the amount of abuse because of the Bible?? That boy may stay and follow the proper words of his lord. Or he could detach himself from the church entirely (especially because of the cult!)
Travis ships: Salvis and Larvis
Asked out: Oh. Oh no. How did they fall for Travis?!? What did they do to find that feral little kitten so cute?? Was it they dyed hair? The dresses when he shows off more legs than they anticipated? Him apologizing and changing for the better?? What happened to him to make him so interesting!? Sal absolutely starts approaching Travis cautiously. Taken aback when he's greeted with a warm smile and compliments. They start to grow as friends and spend time together often. Sharing eachother with their friend groups and on their own. It takes a couple of years before Sal nervously asks Travis if he would be interested in getting closer. Travis doesn't understand and Sal just awkwardly blurts out if he would try dating him... for an experiment or anything. Travis is excited, he wants to be closer and happily hugs onto Sal as his answer.
Larry is a lot ore aggressive. Cornering Travis and glaring down at him. Demanding to know what his game is. Travis doesn't fight he just nervously asks if Larry hates him. Larry almost says he does but gets distracted by the trembling and cowering kitten before him. Fuck, he can't possibly hate Travis. Larry instead starts approaching Travis. At first Travis is afraid that Larry will hit him if he doesn't like something he does. Larry hates to admit it, but Travis infested his mind. Dreams were no longer sacred when teenage hormones and a new love interest were involved. Many a times he had to look away when Travis were a particular skirt or dress because his dreams seemed to run rampant with those items. When they finally talk, Travis initiates it. He Pushes Larry into a bathroom stall and demands he explain himself. He's staring at him like a piece of meat and following him around. Larry is scaring HIS friends. Larry doesn't even hesitate to pounce on Travis. Mouth to mouth and hands on ass. Travis surprised but kinda into it allows the kiss until Larry gets too handsy. He returns to his friends with an angry red hand print on his cheek. It takes a month of apologizing Travis finally agrees to give Larry a chance. (Larry tells his mom and dances around the apartment that night)
First kiss failures: Larry got too into the kiss and starts feeling up the poor boy. Sal pecks him in his sleep and never tells Travis. He just happily holds the memory of kissing his sleeping princess.
First dates: Larry tries to show Travis the fun things to do in this sleepy little town. Travis is excited just to go anywhere other than church and school. At first there are a few hiccups, maybe weather, maybe places are crowded or cancelled. But it still ends well with the boys passed out in the truck, snuggled under a blanket Larry stores with a big smile on their face. Sal is much more romantic. Candles and flowers. Dresses up nice and styles his hair in a neat bun. He wants to impress Travis and assert he can be the man for him by presenting more masculine (Travis snorts and tells him even in a dress Sal could fight a bear). Its a simple dinner at home with Gizmo as their lazy server, sleeping on the couch in a little suit. The night ends well with the boys enjoying a night stroll and admiring the calm and almost desolate surroundings of Nockfell.
First Times: Sal does NOT expect Travis to offer it. In fact, he almost shattered his favorite mug with the tight grip he put on it. Travis thinks this means Sal doesn't want him, but no nono, Sal wants it/ He wants Travis bad. That simp wastes no time scurrying to their room, cleaning his bed and all necessary items are prepared. He was well stocked for... college purposes, but Travis offering to give Sal his first?? (Yes. He did a victory dance and scream in the tree house when he thought he was alone.)
First Time: Larry would waste no time, grabbing Travis and making sure, this is what he wants. Larry may sleep around before they got together but he would never expect Travis to offer his first time so soon. Travis agreeing and Larry in tears hugging onto the confused man. He has never been so gentle with a partner and savored every second, sound and action. It may not have been Larry's first but he was more than happy to say it was his best. Larry would 100% scream to Sal about it later though. He is a man that appreciates his partner and would be an aftercare fiend. Relishing in any reactions Travis gives him while massages and treats the poor tired bum.
Living together: Hell hath no fury like Travis on cleaning day. The boys no not to be in his way if he has his cleaning apron and swiffer. The only one allowed to interrupt his most sacred day is Gizmo and any animals they adopt. Larry has to moderate his metal music or sleep on the porch, he tried to test Travis and found the porch uncomfortable during a rainstorm. No ghost hunting after 11pm. If you even think Travis will allow you in the house after hunting ghosts he will promptly pack your bags and ship them off to your parents. Sal has his own room dedicated entirely to clothes and accessories. His prosthetics he tries to hide at first but after a harsh scolding from Travis (while he literally hand cleans every single prosthetic so Sal doesn't get an infection) Sal starts putting them away where he feels comfortable and clean. They don't expect Travis to be semi nude half the time. Especially before they marry and start a family, no pants. Never wearing pants. Larry hams up the free skin. Sal is too embarrassed of his sinful thoughts.
Proposals: Travis would be terrified of marriage after what happened to his mother. If they were to propose they ould make sure he is fully comfortable and settled in their new life. They would make sure he is loved and never feels any of the fear his father had instilled in him. Larry mentions marriage in passing to gauge his reaction. Ig Travis tenses, he kills the conversation and instead distracts Travis. If Travis reacts positively he would sneak a ring on his finger and just smirk until Travis realizes and smiles. Sal =, however, is sneaky. Keeping close tabs on Travis. If Travis starts showing signs of interest, he would 100% plan the biggest proposal for Travis and make sure he feels cherished during every moment.
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spideymarvelws · 4 years ago
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Peter Parker fluff- as friends or on a date, the reader and Peter go to target and cuteness, flirting and a lot of fluff happen 🥺
Some ideas ( if you don’t know what to do )
- Peter picks you an outfit to wear
- your in the makeup section shopping and Peter either gets into it or he gets bored
- in the food isles Peter says that you both should bake together
Even tho i’m not taking requests... i still wanted to do a little hc cause this idea was to cute to pass up that and i was feeling in a fluffy mood
Main Masterlist 
I could see it just being something happening out of the blue
Well for Peter at least
He was ready to just chill at your place
Maybe get some last minute work down
But for the most part he was just excited to goof around with you like he did almost every afternoon
Maybe also gather the courage to confess his feelings to you
What he didn’t expect was to be attacked with your puppy dog eyes, asking him to come with you to target
You were already planning on going with a MJ but she bailed last second
For reasons unknown 👀
Definitely not because the constant pinning was getting on her nerves😀
And since it was a last minute decision to go, you didn't have the time to tell Peter your plans
So once he reached you immediately asked him to go with you
He ‘reluctantly’ agreed, coughing away the red all over his face when you grabbed his hand and dragged him out the apartment
Now where I live we don’t have target and I’ve only ever been there once so bare with me here
Peter doesn’t know jack shit about shopping for clothes
His waredrobe consists of the same jacket, two pairs of jeans he just washes every week, maybe a sweater or two and an entire draw dedicated to tshirts with science puns
And while you found the silly puns and jokes cute, especially when he looked so proud and went on little rambles when someone pointed them out
You couldn’t help but wonder how you could do so much better...
Queue the fashion show montage
The classic black jeans, white shirt combo for starters
Definitely trying out the bad boy look with a fake leather jacket over top
Does target sell plaid pants?💀 cause if they do thats a definite yes
We’ve seen how good Tom looks in them
And maybe- possibly you slipped in a crop top 
The second best thing you’ve ever done after embarrassing him in front of the avengers 
And as much as he didn’t want to admit, he liked it too
Quite a lot
But he couldn’t let you know that
Especially since he was acting done with the entire situation, he had to keep up with the facade
Not that it was believable when his face was the shade of the target logo itself
Subtly slipped the top into the cart 
“I thought you didn’t like it?”
“shutup.” 🧍🏻
Picking out some clothes for you wasn’t any better
Because of course you picked the most revealing outfits
Constantly asking how he felt about it, if he liked the colour, the way it made you look
He always answered with the generic answer of you look beautiful in everything or just a quick, high pitched ye-yeah you look great!
Which was true, you could make a potato sack look amazing
But he wasn’t about to call his best friend sexy in the middle of a Target
Nor did he want to get turned on in the middle of a Target
So calling you beautiful seemed like the next best thing
After the absolute torcher mostly on his part in the in the clothes section
It was off to the makeup 
And boy, did you take advantage of him
Using him as your brand new canvas
Countless swatches of eye shadow, lipstick, you name it, littered his arms with the first aisle
Honestly anything that caught your eye and had a free sample you used
Ofc this is after covid
Very pouty boi every time you grabbed his arm
But still looked at you like you lite up the sun
Which was always his downfall
Willing to help
But at what cost?
At some point, you managed to reach to his face
Manz do be looking like a full on clown afterwards🤡
But he was your clown 🥰
*cough cough*
Best friend clown ig 👀🙄😒
Luckily you kept makeup wipes in your bag
Because you were cruel, but not that cruel
And while Peter was relieved, he had to make a mental note to ask if you could do his face properly when you reached back home
Maybe it was because he actually quite liked how he looked with coloured eyeliner or maybe it was because of the close proximity of your face to his
Ig we’ll never know🤷‍♀️
At that point you thought you’d put him through enough
So you rewarded him with going to the toy aisle next
Because you can’t convince me that Peter Parker is not a man child by heart
And that is not the first place he would run too anytime he’s taken to any store like target
You’ve never seen him smile wider that day
Probably because all you’ve been making him do was blush and mumble words under his breath 😇
But he was especially pulled to all the spider man toys
In fact as you both entered the aisle there was already a small boy there, giggling with his parents as he held up packaged web-shooters and playing superhero, adorning a plastic spider-man mask on his face
Peter almost burst into a million pieces of confetti
And as the family left, he turned to you with a bright smile
“Can we get some?”
“THE CHILD??!!”
“WHAT!? NO! Not the child, the TOYS!”
such a weird sentence out of context lmaoo
Fast forward the next thirty minutes, the both of you are giggling and laughing, chasing each other around the aisles with plastic swords and shields
Peter having to hold you back from jumping into a crate of plushies
You making sure he never got any silly string cans in his hands
Just pure chaos
How you both haven’t gotten kicked out? Only bingus knows
Having that moment where he sneaks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him, just muttering boo in your ear to scare you
Him laughing at you
You trying to calm your racing heart
Then realising how close both your faces where
The area becoming quiet
Feeling his breath against your face
His body close to yours
All Peter saw was you and all you saw was Peter
The both of you slowly leaning in, gaze switching from his lips to his eyes, making sure that this was something that he wanted
Feeling his lips brush along yours, reading to fully press them against-
“eXUsE mE? But do you knew where the shampoo is?”
👁👄👁
🧍‍♀️🧍🏻
🦗 🦗 🦗
Peter stepped away and politely guided the lady to the aisle, earning him a pat on the head while you stood awkwardly by your cart
You both strolled to the food area in silence, immediately separating to ‘divide and conquer’ but in reality it was to fully process what just happened
While you were overthinking near the pastries, Peter was working over by the fruits, hating that the moment was ruined and wondering what would’ve happened if you weren’t interrupted
He kept thinking about the fact that you didn’t pull away
That you leaned in with him
That he felt your lips even if it was for a split second
He wasn't about to let his opportunity go to waste
And his sudden burst of courage
So as you both checked out and walked out of the store, he was quick to pack everything in the trunk of the car, pushing the cart right in front of you and blocking you from climbing into the drivers seat
“Get in.”
“Heh?”
“Get in.”
You blinked
“As in, get into the cart?”
“Yes.”🙂
hehe 
you’re in danger😀
But nevertheless you got into the cart, trying your best to find a comfortable position 
You mind immediately went to Peter rushing you across the carpark, sending you both flying into a hospital bed
But you didn’t expect him to pull out a camera along with a bouquet of flowers you didn’t know he bought
He delicately gave it to you, blushing when your fingers brushed along each other
“I just- I just wanted to get some photos for memories.” 
His hand rubbed at the back of his neck, eyes locked on his shoes that tapped on the floor repeatedly
You bit your lip, relaxing into the cart with your leg thrown over the thin plastic and flowers held to your chest
“Like one of your french girls?”
“Okay. Just because we watched Titanic last week does not give you the right to use that line everywhere,”
“Just shut up and take the pictures Parker.”
After a few moments of Peter circling the cart, making sure to get the perfect angles that captured the sun set behind you but kept you as the focus point of the picture, you started to zone out
Instead of focusing on making a certain face or direction, you took in his appearance
Hair tousled and glowing brown, moving perfectly with the wind
His face fully concentrated on taking the pictures
It was a perfect picture
He was a perfect picture
“If this is for memories you gotta get in here too Peter.”
You smiled, waving your hands and ushering for him to come closer
“I- okay.”
He walked behind the cart hesitantly, leaning over with the camera to get the both of you in frame
He had to lean a little bit closer, his face right next to yours
So as his finger pressed the button to take the photo, you took the courage to turn your head to give him a kiss on the cheek
But he turned his head to do the same thing
Resulting the both of your lips connecting, a quick peck that sent to both of your head spiralling and smiles growing
“Never thought our first kiss would be in a target carpark.”
“Can out second one be there too?”
“Damn right it can.”
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anunvalidcritic · 4 years ago
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The Boys: SN2.2
(DISCLAIMER: MY OPINION IS MY OWN AND CAN BE DEEMED INVALID TO THOSE WHO DON’T CARE FOR IT.)
Alright so we’re already on the second episode the first went by pretty fast... but let’s see where this episode takes us. 
      ��         PROPER PREPARATION AND PLANNING
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I promise if I can find another gif of them all together like this then I’ll us it for the second season. (Edit wasn’t able to find another gif but a pretty rad photo by @01091006​!)
BUTCHER’s having a flashback as we speak (so to speak)
Ik the idea of HOMELANDER showing up at his wife’s house is really fuckin’ with. 
ICONIC DIALOGUE
“Hi, Welcome to Endless Pasta Week at Tony Cicero’s.“ - HOSTESS
“Where the fuck am I?” - BUTCHER
“You’re at Tony Cicero’s.” - HOSTESS
“No, no. What fucking city am I in.“ - BUTCHER
somebody come get her lol. he clearly heard you the first fucking time lol
ahh I see he’s trying to remember the details about the house
ayye back at it with the french rap music I fuck with it
KIMIKO writing better english than most people who speak the language. We love to see it
Bitch I would gladly be a “lemming” if I was in the predicament that y’all are in.
You know speaking from a psychological pov it is kinda fucked up that the rest of the team are so reliant on one person. I understand that since he’s now back he is the proclaimed leader of the group as he was before but that’s a lot of faith in just one person. 
“Hey, you know, my dad, he had a ball from the ‘56 World Series“ - HOMELANDER
listen to this dude with his fake ass story...
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The child isn’t good at sports but he has powers???
At least he does what BECCA tells him to do. 
CAROL lookin’ at that book like ‘this dude is fucked up’ ROFL
He drank that shit a little too fast...
WTF sent the edible food arrangement as flowers!?!
“Deluxe Bereavement Bouquet with white chocolate-dipped pineapple doves. RAYNOR would’ve loved that.“ - BUTCHER
Ig it’s only right he takes his trip while listening to The Goo Goo Dolls
I can’t believe his fuvking gills are talking to him 
I was beginning to wonder where QUEEN MAEVE’s lesbian lover was
“Hey, listen, I get that you have your talking points, but why does it matter if heroes have a dick or a vag? I mean, shouldn’t we all just, you know, be competent at our jobs? I-I don’t think girls do anything better. I think chicks and dicks are in it together.” - STORMFRONT
Now... she didn’t have to put that journalist in his place like that... HA
Dang thought there was gonna be another ROBYN incident with the way he zoomed in there like that
You know A-TRAIN ain’t shit either. Maybe he can prove himself or not he can remain on the shit list. 
THE DEEP = MULAN
“WHO IS THAT GILL I SEE! STARING STRAIGHT BACK AT ME!” HA I wish they would’ve sung that song instead!!
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A-TRAIN is really just spending his time watching STARLIGHT at this point. Paranoia runs deep within the Vought building. 
Paranoia will fuck you up if you don’t get a hold of it. Don’t be believe me? Look up The Reynolds's Pamphlet by Alexander Hamilton >> that shit there is THE DEFINITION of Paranoia.
Cow’s milk doesn’t = STILLWELL’s tata milk
ELENA nippin’ that shit in bud before it even gets started again. 
“There was this producer, he swapped place cards so he could seat next to me. And he chatted me up all night. Two days later, there’s a fire is his office. They found his head in one room... and his torso in another.... I don’t want him to do that to you.” - QUEEN MAEVE 
talk about being possessive over someone who don’t even truly care for smdh 
Bitch I would rather prank call the CIA than call HOMELANDER
Ig having kids makes you tell the truth about your up bringing...
Eww, I wouldn’t have said it back to him
Damn his hearing is that good?!
she didn’t have to snap his neck like that!
BRO I DIDN’T I JUST SAY SOMETHING ABOUT KIMIKO’s BROTHER?!?! I KEEP CALLING THESE FUCKING THINGS!!!
Ohh ok so she really is mute
MOUSE/KENJI pretty much fucked that store up... not all the way but some of the way. 
“Fuck this world for confusing nice with good./Oh if someone sticks a dick in your mouth. Bite it off.” - STORMFRONT
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KIMIKO Backstory Info:
She was sent away by Shining Light
Injected Compound-V into her spine
She’s the elder sibling 
She also thinks that she’s a monster
SIBLING GOALS
STARLIGHT JUST FUCKING KILL A-TRAIN
yeah that’s right back tf up
HUGHIE was bound to get knocked tf out
Get the fuck up boy we don’t have all night. 
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So as far as I can see there’s only 3 episodes are uploaded at the moment and as some of you may already know I do these post while watching the episodes. So I don’t think it will take me a long time to upload these post. Before I forget here’s episode 1! :) Everyone’s a critic when their opinion matters the least. 
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macybeckham7 · 4 years ago
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Tattooed Heart - Jack Grealish
tagged: @luc-57x @cinnnabaee
Part Two 
Jack was sat watching as Yn dancing on the table with Tyrone, the two had the biggest smiles on their faces as they danced, they were holding hands as the footballer spun her around before they swayed from side to side. Jack smiled as he saw how big their smiles they had one their faces. It was one of their teammates birthday party which was 90′s themed. He raised his glass up to her as she spotted him and instantly said something to Tyrone before making her way over to him.
‘There’s my favourite’ she giggles as she sits beside him, instantly stealing his drink and taking a sip and instantly grimacing in somewhat pain as she didn't like how strong, and the burning sensation running down her throat.
‘That’s what you get for stealing my drink asshole’ he mutters making them chuckle with each other. 
It had been a few months since Jack did the tattoo on her, and they had been nonstop talking, he would text her ever morning hoping she had a good day, and every night asking her how her day was and to sleep tight. They would have hours long facetime calls, where Jack was working out while Yn was drawing some tattoo details, while the other weren’t looking the other found themselves just in complete awe of the other. Yn always texting Jack wishing him well for the game ahead, and often finding a photo of her IG story of her either at home or in the shop and showing that she was in fact watching. Jack had invited her to a few games, especially the game against Chelsea which she brought her dad along. After the game he took her onto the Villa Park pitch, the two playing under the flood lights as they both had massive smiles on their faces as Jack was somewhat surprised at her skill. She scores and instantly jumps into his arms as they celebrate as if it was a goal in an important match. Yn had often been midway through a design when a delivery guy had popped in and brought either her favourite smoothie or a doughnut from her favourite place or a bunch of flowers with them all having a little slip with a small J writing on it in mark, making her feel butterflies in her stomach. 
They had countless sleepovers together, but nothing really happened between them, a few kisses here and there but then they finish the night just snuggled up with each other, just enjoying being close to each other. 
As the two sat watching Tyrone now dancing on the table with one of his teammates girlfriends, Yn rested her head on his shoulder as they both laughed and tried to get the other to hear what they were trying to say. Jack followed her outside as she looked through her little clutch bag and pulled out a cigarette, he watched as she placed it in between her lips and flicked the blue lighter and burnt the end and took a long drag, he watched her as she exhaled. 
‘So are you coming home to me tonight?’ he asked with a small smirk.
She walks towards him and gently places the cigarette in his mouth as they looked deeply in each others eyes. She gently caressed her cheek before kissing him softly. 
It was currently 2am in the morning, YN had her  heels in her hands as she walked carefully along the road. They both had McDonald’s milkshakes as the two laughed and joked with each other. The two getting a few weird glances from people, as they probably looked like they had just walked out of a time machine and was lost in the present day Birmingham. They both were being pretty rowdy and every so often they brought out a rather questionable dance move, or started playfighting, which ended up with YN dropping her milkshake which she wasn't too happy about. The two of them felt like they were best friends, but also could be something more. With Jack he had never had a feeling for something like this before and it kind of scared him. Previously his other relationships had finished because he had always put his career ‘first’ and he didn't want to fuck anything up with YN, because how cheesy it sounds he doesn't want to think about his life without her in. 
The two stumbled into his house, as they were in a heavy make out session, he pins her to the wall as his mouth moves along her jaw, he picks her up and takes her to the bedroom. He lays her down on the bed and undressed her, his eyes took in her beautiful body before her starts leaving a trail along her skin, making a gentle moan escape before she bites down on her bottom lip. He leaves a small kiss on the tattoo on her hip bone before he looks up at her and sees her smiling at him. He pulls off her panties and pushes her legs apart, he leaves a kiss along her inner thigh making her whimper. He moves closer to her as he watches her reaction to his touch, her back arches as he slots to fingers inside her, before he starts to eat her out, she enjoying how good he was making her feel and the how good his stubbles feels against her skin. 
…..
YN was feeling somewhat fragile as she entered the tattoo complex, she waving to her dad who laughed at how she was feeling as he saw the Mr Bump plaster on her knee. Which she got last night from tripping over a few times. Her first client was already sat on the sofa filling out a form, so she luckily didn't have time for a grilling from her family. She quickly set up and called her over, the two girls with her came along and sat next their friends. YN wasn't as chatty as she usually was but tried to make the best experience for them, her mum appearing and offering drinks and snacks which she usually does.
‘Are you the girl who is dating Jack?’ the girl asked as YN was getting the area ready.
She looked up shocked about the question. ‘Grealish’ she mutters, as if she had to be certain she knew which Jack they were on about.
The other piped up, mentioning that they had been seeing you on Jack’s and Tyrone’s IG accounts, with even the #40 mentioning in a recent video ‘imagining being with a tattooist and not getting freebies’. YN couldn't help but giggle as she knew that was such a Tyrone thing to say. She decided to keep quiet as she focused on getting the tattoo stencil on. 
‘You’re really pretty’ she smiled. 
YN only had a half a day and she felt like she had spent the whole day talking about Jack, either clients mentioning him and gushing how cute they were or how they met, or talking about the Villa captain might be moving away to Manchester United, YN just keeping quiet as she listened to everyone’s comment. 
They didn't see each other till the weekend, when Villa had a game, YN wore his jersey and went to Villa Park to support the boys. She felt her heart in her throat as she saw him get clattered into and was left on the deck on the floor, she could tell he was hurt, luckily the ref stopped the game. She felt like she didn't breath until she saw him get up, he winced but managed to carry on in the game. After the game they both were at his house, YN showing some attention to his ankle, his eyes trained on her as she gave soft delicate touches. 
‘Can you tattoo me..’ he mutters. 
Her eyes meeting his as she looks at him questioningly, the two jumped in the car and drove down to the shop. He wanting her to free hand draw a heart on his ankle. She asked a few times if he was sure with him nodding and telling him to colour it in too. He noticed her hand shake slightly before she took a deep breath and started the tattoo gun, she looked at him again before leaning in and concentrated as he was going to have a piece of her art on him forever.  
She looked at him and saw him wincing in pain, his thigh tight as she could see his muscles contracting. She decided she needed to get his mind off the pain 
 ‘Do you feel the pressure to be the captain to your childhood club?’ YN asked. 
He shook his head. ‘No I think I thrive with it’ he mentions. 
She smiles as she wipes the tattoo. ‘How did you get into football?’ 
‘I think any boy gets thrown into football’ he smiles. ‘But I just wanted to be Gazza’ he explains. There was something about YN for Jack, where he thought he could just talk to her about anything and she wouldn't judge him like someone else would because they didn’t understand him. He felt safe with her and that kind of scared him. 
A few weeks had past and just like YN said the tattoo was coming alone nicely, YN and Jack are still at the awkward ‘what are we’ point, both set of friends kept trying to get them to ask the other one out and questioning ‘what is the worst that could happen?’ and for them both they both couldn't help but think what if they had read signs wrong. It was only really behind closed doors and when they were alone when they would show any affection to each other, when they were around anyone else they just casually flirted with each other. 
It was a nice summers day when YN suggested they should go on a bike ride and have a little picnic together. Jack invited his sisters as they enjoyed the day together. 
YN was laying on the blanket as Jack was watching his sisters mess about, Jack gently leaned down and kissed her. 
‘I like the new hair colour’ he smiled as he gently played with her hair, as he noticed his two sisters watching them. 
He had already got a grilling from the two of them, they were getting attention from his fans, a few of them turning up at her store, having to stop with her clients with a few people wanting to know if she was dating Jack. She didn't understand how people even knew where she worked, because she kept her IG separated from the business IG. A few just choosing her just to spent a few minutes with her. He knowing this was all new to her and was probably scary, he kissed her again with their lips moving perfectly insync with eachother, the two not caring about the pressure or anything else in the world when they were with eachother.
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noshirtnoblouse · 4 years ago
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omg so i bought these lipglosses from a store on instagram - they only had like 88 followers when i bought them,super indie, but they were a brand from toronto and i’m trying to buy more local stuff. and one of the lip glosses has real flower petals in them and the caps were pink and they’re just so pretty so i bought them. 
and i didn’t get a conformation email about my order so i messaged the account and she was like “oh i’m so sorry, here is your confirmation number” and i thought it was weird that she knew it was my order because i didn’t giver her my name or email. but it got resolved and it’s all good and she was so nice. 
AND THEN SHE TELLS ME I WAS HER FIRST ORDER!!! and we had this super sweet conversation over DM’s and she has a full time job working nights and it’s clear she doesn’t fully understand how to use ig to promo her stuff 
i kind of want to ask her if i could run her her socials for free because it would help me with my schooling and experience but i don’t want to like creep her out or anything :/
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excvlsior · 4 years ago
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about: *leo fowler.
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basics.
full name: leopold kristoff fowler meaning of name: leopold = ‘people’ & ‘bold’, kristoff = ‘bearing christ’ nickname: leo, tadpole by some family members age: 23 date of birth: november 12, 1996 hometown: tallahassee, florida nationality: american ethnicity: dutch gender: demiboy sexuality: pansexual spoken languages: dutch, english profession: in lovell he’s a part time student and works at fowler’s flowers, but just the latter in st. louis
appearance.
height: 6′2″ eye colour: blue hair colour: auburn??? i feel like that’s the version of if someone had strawberry blond hair bt . strawberry brown instead??? idk it’s reddy-brown voice: pretty deep, surprisingly smooth jst feel like he has the personality of someone with a rougher voice bt . alas...... obnoxiously thick southern accent tattoos: c’est la vie on his ribcage, kristoff on his hip, ‘x’ on the inside of his middle finger done in shitty stick and poke, ‘L’ done in stick and poke on the side of his wrist, heart with a knife through it on his chest, tattoo inside his lip that says ‘pussy master’* :pensive:, ‘ouch’ on the bottom of both soles of his feet*, a hand giving the middle finger on the back of his left calf, dolly parton’s signature on the top of his thigh from when he got it at one of her concerts, a smiley face on his ass* >_>, a melting popsicle on the back of his right bicep*, ghost face mask on his right shin; * = he did them on a dare LKHSDGKLHLSDG piercings: lobes, right cartilage, industrial bar in his left ear, nostril, had an eyebrow and lip piercing when he was younger clothing style: pretty dishevelled and purposely ill prepared outfits, sometimes u can catch him in just plaid and khakis but more often than not he’s in something weird, his prized possession is a leopard print shirt that has a heart in the center, steals clothes from his aunt and uncle when he has nothing clean/can’t bother finding anything, been seen in marj’s skirts and leggings bc of this, and then on the other hand he’ll wear like a lime green tank top with a monster baseball cap worn sideways his style is just carefree and eclectic
health.
physical ailments: n/a neurological conditions: bipolar i disorder allergies: n/a sleeping habits: pretty much only falls asleep between the hours of 3-5 am, doesn’t matter if he works the morning or afternoon shift....... if he doesn’t work at all he’ll just sleep until his body naturally wakes up which is also usually around 3-5 pm KLSDGLKHSDGLKHDG exercise habits: doesn’t exactly have one..... he’s a pretty active and energetic guy so he’s usually up and about doing whatever anyway, also rides his bike everywhere since marj and steve r usually out with the only car they have sociability: loves being around people but he’ll eventually grow cranky, doesn’t necessarily need to be alone but at least with a different group of people if he gets to this point, the only time he actively doesn’t really want to see people is when he’s having a depressive episode but those don’t last too long as is drink / smoke / drugs: yes / yes / yes
personality.
positive traits: adventurous, courageous, determined, funny, gregarious, independent, quick-witted, tough, versatile negative traits: belligerent, cantankerous, foolhardy, harsh, impulsive, parsimonious, sarcastic, tactless, unpredictable, vulgar goals/desires: lowkey he’d never admit it but he just kinda wants his parents’ approval in the end, and also maybe to find something better than supervisor at a flower store (no offence to marj and steve its just not his dream) fears: staying committed and missing out on different opportunities/people that could change his life, the fact that he probably can’t do any better than be a supervisor at a flower store tbh hobbies: drinking, drawing a bit tbh, thrifting, loves collecting random knick knacks and is personally loving buttons rn, harassing his friends<3, making stupid tiktoks that somehow have gotten him a kind of big following habits: swearing obnoxiously without caring, yells in dutch when he’s frustrated which he’s mostly picked up on cuz everyone else in his family does it, stares more than what is socially acceptable tbh, refuses to walk under ladders
favourites.
weather: sunny with some clouds colour: dark green music: likes a lot of 90s and early 2000s rap and rock, old school country like he loves dolly parton LKSDHGKLHSDGLK rly enjoys elvis presley too, some edm or anything that he can jst dance wildly to movies: old school slasher films, screams his fav movie series ever food: spaghetti bt specifically w marj’s Phenom homemade meat sauce<3 drink: grape juice, whiskey sour
relationships.
father: steven fowler is his uncle but currently his legal guardian, he’s a co-owner of fowler’s flowers and is kind of a mess but in like the fun way....... LKSHDGKLHSLDG he just spends a lot of the day in nothing but boxers and socks w their cat on his lap watching the weather report if he’s not working, has the weird energy of someone who would be running like a joke shop instead of being a florist. archibald fowler is leo’s biological dad but he sucks Big Time, giant business typhoon i hvnt . figured out 100% wht sort of business bt hes got Money bt doesnt even rly want anything to do w leo he jst sees him as a massive disappointment bc archie’s nothing but a loser fart of a square. mother: marjorie fowler’s his aunt and other legal guardian also the other co-owner of fowler’s flowers, literally the sweetest woman on the planet like she’s never done anything wrong in her life n u can take tht to the bank. she’s a bit weird n super spiritual, their house constantly smells like random herbs and rly intensely of flowers and plants bc she makes so many home remedies bt she’s an angel a fkin ANGEL!!!!! renata kline’s leo’s mom n she’s like . fine ig she was pretty negligent n her best friend is a bottle of wine....... she rly peaked at a young age when she was a pageant girl n she still coaches n stuff now bt she’s obvs rly sad so leo tries not to lose it on her too much even tho he thinks she’s annoying LKSHDGKLHSLDKGKLSDG siblings: augustus is his oldest brother and he’s pretty cool, probs the brother leo is closest with even tho he considers him boring bt it’s only bc he’s . actually responsible n wht not they had a lot of fun growing up together tho when leo visited new york. mikhael is the devil, he’s actually a bit of a cunt n both him n leo have expressed their hatred fr each other without missing a beat i think they actually dnt hv any love or affection fr the other in the slightest SKLDHGLKSDHG. vaughn n leo r closest in age he’s not tht much younger n he’s probs the shiest of them, pretty soft spoken n well meaning, him n leo dnt rly keep in contact too much anymore bt theres a special place in his heart fr vaughn he’s pretty protective even tho he bullies him a lot bt thts besides the point. willhelm’s the youngest n it kinda shows he’s pretty idgaf attitude n rly blunt bt he’s also funny n probs the biggest partier outside of leo so he gets a pass whenever he rolls his eyes in leo’s face. pets: mitzie’s an 8 year old tortoiseshell cat who lives primarily on ppls laps shes literally more lap dog than cat significant other: n/a family’s financial status: middle class
extra.
zodiac sign: scorpio<3 mbti: estp - the entrepeneur enneagram: the epicure temperament: sanguine hogwarts house: gryffindor moral alignment: chaotic neutral primary vice: pride primary virtue: dilligence element: fire
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niall-is-my-dream · 6 years ago
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You & Me - Part Nine
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Tokyo, Japan
Callie's POV
Being in Japan was something else. It was fascinating.
When you arrived at the airport, there were at least 1,000 people at the gate waiting for Niall. You'd never experienced it first hand like this. Sure you'd seen it, you'd watched the hysteria behind him and One Direction when you'd watched a load of you tube videos. Something you did as standard before agreeing to work with anyone.
They were all shouting his name, screaming and generally going crazy. It made you super proud of him. The fact that he was your boyfriend, and had been between your thighs just 12 hours ago sucking on your clit and drawing out an intense and mind blowing orgasm, made it even more exciting.
After 9 hours on a flight you should've been tired, but you had slept well and had a sudden burst of energy. After checking into your room, which thanks to Niall you probably wouldn't even sleep in, you made your way to the gym.
Syncing your wireless headphones to your phone, you set your running playlist and started up the treadmill. You were lucky on this tour, Niall had Mark Jarvis who did security and personal training for him. He encouraged everyone to work out, not only for fitness and well being but to help with stamina for a busy show day. Mark was a great guy, tough on everyone but you loved the fact that he helped you all out with your regime.
The sweat was beginning to drip from you at the 8km point. Slowing down your pace gradually before pausing the machine. Taking off your headphones and hooking them over your neck, you grabbed your water and downed almost half of it.x
You smiled when you heard Niall in the background somewhere behind you. When you turned around you saw him being filmed for a video diary. Everyone has been made aware that it was going to happen when you'd signed your contracts for the tour. You just weren't expecting to be in it.
He was introducing everyone to the camera and you knew he would eventually get to you. Wiping your sweat from your forehead, you knew there was no point trying to hide.
"And this is my guitar tech Callie, looking like a hot sweaty mess in her purple jazzy running leggings." Niall said as he approached you with a smirk on his face.
You rolled your eyes at his comment. Cheeky shit.
"Glad you like them Ni, got some for you for your birthday!" You replied sarcastically.
"You better have now that you've promised!" He answered as he walked away.
"So you've got a female guitar technician? There's great diversity in your crew." The interviewer said.
"Callie is brilliant at her job, keeps us all in line too. I've got some strong females on my team and we all support each other 100%."
Your heart swelled at his compliment. The things he did to you.
You'd spent the rest of the first day relaxing, Niall had loads of interviews to do over the next couple of days, with a scheduled day off on his birthday.
Ellie, Sienree and Tara had invited you with them to have a look around the area near the hotel. You stopped at a quirky little cafe for some food.
"This city is amazing." You said as you sat down.
"Did you not come when he was doing the slow hands promo?" Ellie asked.
"No, I had my brother's wedding so couldn't. I've heard the food here is amazing as well."
"The place we are going for Nialls birthday does the best food in the whole city." Tara said.
"Did you get Niall anything for his birthday, Tara?" Ellie asked.
"Yeah, brought him some hideously brightly coloured socks!" She laughed.
"How about you Callie?"
You hesitated before replying. Your gift was obviously really personal since he was not just your employer and friend now, but your boyfriend.
 "Um, I got him a leather strap for one of his guitars." You replied, not adding the detail that you'd had his NH logo embossed on it for him.
"That's a good idea, he will love that." Tara said.
When you got your purse out of your bag to pay your share of the bill, you checked your phone.
"Miss you Petal x"
There simple words from Niall and you had a smile on your lips and a blush on your cheeks.
"Miss you to. X"
Once you had paid, you all made your way back to the hotel discussing using the spa there. It was included in your stay and was beyond luxurious. It had a pool, Jacuzzi and steam room. Very decadent, with water falls throughout and a lush background of plants and flowers.
When you got to your room to collect your bikini you sent Niall a quick message telling him where you were headed and to text you later when he was back from the interviews.
When you arrived in the spa you stored away your clothes in the lockers and wrapped yourself up in the softest robe you'd ever worn in your life. Tara was trying to decide if she would get away with taking it home with her. Offering to buy her something similar for Christmas instead of stealing it, you made your way over to the loungers. 
This was definitely the most luxurious hotel you'd ever stayed at. Ellie and Sienree headed over to the Jacuzzi while you and Tara decided to sit for a bit. A hostess approached you soon after and asked if you were Miss Callie Brown.
"Um, yes I am."
"We have a champagne delivery for you." 
"We didn't order any." 
"This is from Mr Horan for you all, he says to enjoy your time in the spa, but be back to work tomorrow." She replied smiling.
Ellie and Sienree had left the Jacuzzi and started to make their way over to you when they saw the hostess arrive with the champagne. 
"What's this?" Ellie asked.
"Just Niall being his usual self!" Tara replied.
You relayed the message to them as the hostess poured the bubbly liquid into the flutes.
This wasn't the first time he had done something like this for his team. When slow hands had gone to number one and with heavy promo going on, he'd organised gifts for everyone for all their hard work and dedication. 
"How did he know we were coming?" Sienree asked.
You exchanged a quick glance with Tara before she told them that she had messaged him to ask him if he needed her for anything this afternoon. When he had replied no, she had told him your plans to use the spa.
Happy with Tara's answer and being saved from admitting that you had text Niall, Ellie made a toast to Niall, and you all clinked glasses.
"Honestly I could get use to this life." Tara declared. "Think I need to find me a sugar daddy."
The girls all laughed and launched into their worst dates they'd had the pleasure of going on. With the champagne drunk, you made your way into the Jacuzzi. It wasn't long before some pasty but handsome Irish men appeared, along with Preston born Louis. Niall wasn't with them so he was obviously still working. They all sauntered over, Jake coming out with a disgraceful pick up line which earned him a laugh from everyone. 
A few of you got out of the Jacuzzi, you included and made your way over to your stuff. Wrapping yourself in your toweling robe, you sat back on the lounge chair and began checking your phone. You had avoided IG since your chat with Tara about Saskia so you weren't tempted to see whether she had posted or not. Scrolling through your Facebook instead, you caught up with your friends news and a random picture your Mum had posted of your family dog Toby.
"That's a very serious face Cal." 
You looked up to find Niall standing in front of you, he wasn't wearing a robe, instead he had just navy blue swim shorts on. Your eyes wandered up his body and you realised you hadn't taken a breath. His workouts with Mark were really showing, his chest hair that you'd been desperate to run your hands through all day was on full display.
"Um.....my um.... Mum just posted a picture of our dog." You stuttered out.
He raised his eyebrows at you, a smirk across his lips when he realised he had got to you. 
"Really? What breed of dog?"
"Um... Golden retriever."
"You ok there Petal?" He asked that stupid smirk still on his face.
You tried to naturally cross your legs, but you very obviously squeezed your thighs together to ease the heat you were feeling there.
And he noticed.
The hostess came over at this point, asking if Niall or any of the others wanted any drinks. He ordered everyone some water, since you and the girls had already had champagne and you were all heading out for dinner soon.
"You coming for a dip?" He asked.
"Yes." You replied, standing up and taking off your robe. You could feel him watching you as you laid it on your lounge chair. When you turned back around the cheeky shit was licking his lips.
An hour later and you were naked in his shower, back flush against the cold tiles, Nialls head between your thighs. He had to support your weight as you came, his strong hands gripping your thighs so you wouldn't slip.
The sound of the water running didn't cover the sounds of your pants and breathless gasps as you tried to come down. You leaned your head back against the wall, eyes closed, heart beating fast.
"I'll never get tired of doing this." He said, as he stayed knelt in front of you, leaving kisses across your thighs.
"Good." You replied, a ridiculously girly giggle tumbling out of your lips. You were giddy, high as a kite and you weren't ready to come down just yet.
Scratching your nails through his hair, he let out a low guttural moan that echoed off the tiles. He looked up at you through his lashes, his eyes wandering up your body. When he stood up he brushed your hair away from your neck, before kissing you in that sweet spot behind your ear. Tilting your head to the side, he dove in deeper, nibbling at your neck and shoulders. His hands dug into your hips hard when you reached down and took hold of his cock firmly in your hand.
When you ran your thumb over the tip, he moaned against your skin, pulling back to look in your eyes. Tilting your hips forward you guided his length towards you, rubbing it between your folds and over your already sensitive clit. His hand moved up to your hair, a firm grip through your wet locks as he moved forward to kiss you hard. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and it surprised you to find that you liked it.
Mumbling moans against each others mouths, both of you were gasping, your chests heaving as your bodies reacted to one another.
"Do you want to?" He whispered against your lips.
You nodded your response, not able to even form words as you continued to rub him against your clit.
He slowly bent his knees and hitched your knee up and over his hip before sliding slowly inside you. Burying his face in your neck you could hear him whispering how good you felt, how much he wanted you. With your arms wrapped around his shoulder, you scratched along them and up across the nape of his neck and into his hair. You could feel your nipples rubbing against his chest hair, the sensitive nubs hardening at his touch. His thrusts were slow and precise, you could feel him everywhere, he was taking over your whole body.
Moving his hand from your hair, he grasped your other knee and lifted you off the floor. Turning his head towards yours, his assault on your neck ceased and instead he moved his lips across yours. He was deeper now, pressing into exactly the right place, desperately trying to pull another intense orgasm from you.
The shower was still running, the steam building in the confines of the cubicle. You would stay here forever if you could, just you and him in your own little world.
You were beginning to run out of breath though and you threw your head back against the wall, clenching around him as you came hard for the second time. His thrusts became sloppy, his grunts telling you he was getting closer to his own high. You dug your nails into his back as he continued to pound into you, fucking you harder and harder.
He let go of your legs and slid out of you, grasping his cock and pumping himself. Your feet landed on the floor of the shower safely, your back still against the wall, chest heaving. Thick white spurts came rippling across your stomach, Niall threw his head back as he wanked himself of the last of his release.
Watching him like this was definitely on par with watching him on stage, he had never looked better.
He let himself go and placed his hands on the wall, either side of your head. The spray of the shower was hitting the muscles across his back, bouncing across his shoulder blades, while he caught his breath and came back down.
"Cal, fuck you're incredible." He mumbled as he stood up straight. His hand cupped your face and when he kissed you, right in that exact moment you knew you were in trouble.
Part ten
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herwoefulcountenance · 6 years ago
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“L+N”
After several years those etched letters remained untouched. She had satisfied her curiosity but in return memories of her younger years played in her mind. They weren’t all too pleasant. Her eyes welled with tears. 
Her fingertips traced along the rugged wood daring not to come an inch closer to where the first letter of her name was engraved. 
She was taken back to when she was thirteen. 
It was the last day of the winter term. She hid amongst the shadows in an empty classroom. Her slender frame pressed against the cold wall as she eavesdropped on a pair of students that passed by. 
“You know she stays here every vacation. Her family doesn’t want her to come home.” a small female voice spoke
“I don’t blame them. She’s so annoying. Even the name Lestrange makes me sick.”
The young girl usually was well mannered but when it came to anyone provoking her in such manner she felt the need to defend herself.
Pushing herself into the hall, disrupting their path “Oscausi!” Leta commanded her wand. It felt good, it was what they deserved for talking so much crap. Their mouths were sealed tight. Appearing as if they hadn’t had mouths, to begin with.
Leta ran before she could face her punishment from professor McGonigal. A radiant yet mischevious smile came across her face. 
To ensure her safety Leta swung open a side door, throwing herself inside. Who would’ve thought slamming a door shut wouldn’t give her away? She pressed her ear against the door listening to the students shouting and running by. They were searching for her. They wanted justice but why when she was the only one who deserved it? and she got it. 
The girl became startled and in response jumped. She turned around to see where the source of the sound of something moving came from. Leta felt a sudden sense of relief it was just Newt. She made her way up a small flight of stairs before seating herself across from Newt. The room was quite dim as the only source of light came from the stained glass window they both sat next to. 
“Why aren’t you packing?” she inquired. It was odd as of course, Newt’s family would love more than anything to see him during their vacation from Hogwarts. He was fortunate, unlike Leta.
“I’m not going home.” the red-haired boy simply replied. 
“Why not?”
“He needs me. He’s hurt,” he answered
Her brown eyes observed her surroundings. Seeing all the tanks Newt managed to store in the room along with the different creatures. Her eyes then met with the raven chick he held in his soft palms.
“What is that?” she asked curiously
“A raven chick.”
She let out a short surprised gasp. The girl was intrigued.
“The ravens my family’s emblem,” she informed before he had transferred the chick from his hands to hers. Leta still had some sense of pride for her family at that moment despite all that has happened.
She’s sixteen.
Defense of the dark arts a class she proved to be skilled in. The curly haired young woman stood in line. A feeling of nervousness washed over her as she was up next after Newt. She watched as Newt revealed his boggart to the class. A fear of having to work in an office. The class erupted in laughter but she couldn’t bring herself to laugh at all. She felt nauseous. Her palms were covered in beads of sweat as she tightened her grip on her wand. 
“Oh god, what will they think?” she thought to herself. Perhaps she could back out by-
it was too late now. Newt had transformed his boggart into a mechanical dragon.
“Well done.” Dumbledore praised as Newt made his way to the back of the queue. 
It is now her turn but she can’t bring herself to move. Like a deer in headlights, she stands there petrified and terrified. She didn’t want them to see, she didn’t want them to know. 
Professor Dumbledore turns to Leta “it’s only a Boggart, it can’t hurt you. Everyone’s scared of something.” he spoke kindly, urging her. 
The group of girls behind her watch intently feeding off of Leta’s reluctance. “I’ve been looking forward to this,” one whispered. 
Her chest heaved resulting in a deep breath she took before forcing herself forwards. It didn’t take long at all for the boggart to transform before her. And there her fear was displayed in front of everyone present. Leta felt vulnerable, uncomfortable. Everyone’s laughter and chatter came to an abrupt stop as they watched her boggart in horror and shock. Even professor Dumbledore is astonished. The room became dark green as a white blanket floated before her, a tiny human hand showing through. 
She couldn’t. She couldn’t face her fear it was engraved deeply in her mind. Leta ran out of the classroom not caring about what smart remarks anyone had to say. She didn’t care if professor Dumbledore was unhappy in her leaving class abruptly. All she needed was some space, time to recover and think. Her boggart wasn’t something simple it held a much deeper meaning and hurt. 
Newt finds Leta seated by the lake after class. In her slender hands were crushed flower petals that she had picked from the grass around her. She looks up at Newt her tearstained eyes meeting his. “I don’t want to talk about it!” she exclaimed. The young woman made it clear to him as he respected her wish. The freckle-faced boy extended his hand as an offering. She latched onto him allowing for her friend to pull her up from the grass. Together the pair walked in silence making their way to an old gigantic tree. Newt coaxed out one of the Bowtruckles. The tiny thing stood on his finger as he began to speak about the Bowtruckles but Leta didn’t hear a single word he spoke. She was zoned out, realizing something she couldn’t put her finger on before. She had developed feelings towards the young man. In her eyes he was dreamy. He was the only one there for her, the only one who showed her attention. Newt was more than a loyal friend in her heart but she couldn’t admit that. 
A young love lost.
Snap back to reality
Her nostalgia interrupted by a familiar voice. 
“This is a surprise,” Dumbledore spoke witnessing Leta sitting at her desk her back facing him. 
A tear flowed down her cheek. She hadn’t bothered to wipe it off. Leta closed the desk slowly before standing up. She wasn’t in the mood to speak with Dumbledore after what she had experienced. Her suppressed memories climbing up from the depths of her mind. It stung. 
“Finding me in a classroom?” she began monotony “Was I such a bad student?” she questioned the man now facing him.
Oh, she was cold.
He shifted his weight rebounding from the doorframe he stood against, arms crossed. “On the contrary, you were one of my cleverest.” 
She raised her voice annoyed. She just wanted an answer. “I said bad, not stupid. Don’t even bother answering I know you never liked me.” 
“Well, you’re wrong I never thought you were bad.” 
“You were alone then. Everybody else did.” Her voice cracked her gaze shifting down to the ground just how everyone looked down on her “They were right. I was wicked.” 
Silence. He gave what she had said a thought, trying to find the right words.
“Leta, I know how painful the rumors about your brother Corvus must be for you-” he was interrupted by her. She was becoming hostile. 
“No! you don’t. Not unless you had a brother who died too.” the woman protested too soon. 
“In my case, it was my sister,” Dumbledore returned. He related to his ex-student.
Leta searched his face intensely yet a hint of curiosity showed. She took a step forwards cocking her head to the side as she furrowed her brows. 
“Did you love her?”
Dumbledore shook his head in disagreement, pressing his lips together “Not as well as I should have.” He took a couple of steps towards the troubled woman “It’s never too late to free yourself. Confession is a relief I’m told. A great weight lifted.” 
She stares at him as if he were crazy. What did he know? Confession, a relief. Sounded easier than done. Would confessing truly help her? Confess to whom when those she should confess to weren’t around? Confessing wouldn’t bring her brother back wouldn’t fix the mistake!
He lowered his voice hoping the words pouring out of his mouth would get to her. Perhaps not now but maybe later. 
“Regret is my constant companion. Do not let it become yours.”
IG: lestrangediary I need more friends I have nobody xD
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acutest-angle · 5 years ago
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71,72,73,74,75,76,77,78,79,80,81,82,83,84,85,86,87,88,89,90,91,92,93,94,95,96,97,98,99,100,101,102,103,104,105,106,107,108,109,110,111,112,113,114,115,116,117,118,119,120,121,122,123,124,125,126,127,128,129&130
AND HERE GOES PART TWO
71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most?
Black shorts or jeans, yellow troye sivan shirt, and black and white flannel 
72: Post a selfie or two?
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73: Do you have platform shoes?
who do you take me for?? a gay thespian??? (i am but i dont have platform shoes)
74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself?
interesting is relative, but ig one interesting thing is ive been to denmark and if my mother speaks danish at me very slowly with her american accent i can understand it
75: Can you do a front flip?
yeah if i wanted to break my neck, killing me immediately
76: Do you like birds?
I FUCKING LOVE BIRDS
77: Do you like to swim?
i used to a lot more than i do now but i still enjoy it
78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you?
ice skating (i like to go nyoom nyoom)
79: Something you wish didn’t exist:
the police force and military 
80: Some thing you wish did exist:
magic, fae, other creatures
81: Piercings you have?
just my ear lobes
82: Something you really enjoy doing:
watching youtube, writing incorrect quotes on @incorrectk-popquotes, listening to music, reading fanfic, writing fiction, watching netflix, tbh studying but like i hate it too
83: Favorite person to talk to:
@thatnormalcrazygirl and @studiomayaz and oobmoobx
84: What was your first impression of Tumblr?
i joined when i was 11 or 12 when i had really no proper like interests so it was a big empty void with a bunch of cliches that i didnt fit into
85: How many followers do you have?
374
86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes?
i think so??? i used to be able to but i havent tried in a while i think i still could (granted i WILL have an asthma attack but thats not the question)
87: Do your socks always match?
no thats bad luck
88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely?
yeah
its actually really fun to bend myself in half and touch my forehead to my shins or between my legs
89: What are your birthstones?
amethyst
90: If you were an animal, which one would you be?
im no freakin furry
91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be?
idk like a rosebush: prickly, high maintenance, and a lot of like foliage to finally see the pretty flowers
92: A store you hate?
i dont particularly like shopping at walmart tbh
93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day?
too many
94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds?
fly (like reading minds would be sweet but also scary)
95: Do you like to wear camo?
as a gay: no
96: Winter or summer?
summer
97: How long can you hold your breath for?
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98: Least favorite person?
lets not get into personal tea
99: Someone you look up to:
my mom (as cliche as that is)
100: A store you love?
fucking target man
101: Favorite type of shoes
converse
102: Where do you live?
kansas city, mo babey
103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why?
nope i like meat
104: What is your favorite mineral or gem?
uuuummm im not super sure probably amethyst cuz im basic
105: Do you drink milk?
what am i Canadian??
106: Do you like bugs?
until i was like 13 i really wanted to be an entomologist so i dont mind most bugs
107: Do you like spiders?
FUCK no
108: Something you get paranoid about?
people hating me lmao
109: Can you draw:
i can draw diagrams for my science classes
110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked?
“tell me about your childhood trauma” on the first date
like lmao calm down
111: A question you hate being asked?
i dont really have a question i hate?? just some i wont answer but thats like dependent upon my moon
112: Ever been bitten by a spider?
i have a bad habit of bedding with spiders so yes i have
113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach?
i do yeah
114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days?
depends on my mood but i sure do love the sun
115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now:
wouldnt you like to know, weather boy
116: Favorite cloud type:
fluffy
117: What color do you wish the sky was?
i like the blue that it is
shows all the life sustaining O2 in our atmosphere
118: Do you have freckles?
As A Ginger
the answer is yes but not like the cute kind
119: Favorite thing about a person:
a personality that jives with me
120: Fruits or vegetables?
vegetables
im super picky about fruits
121: Something you want to do right now:
sleep
122: Is the ocean or sky prettier?
As Somebody Who Doesnt Live On A Coast i really like the sky
123: Sweet or sour foods?
both have a special place in my heart but id say sweet
124: Bright or dim lights?
dim i dislike artificial lights
125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature?
i dont not believe in anything but given that i have never seen anything i also dont super believe in anything u know
126: Something you hate about Tumblr:
the fact that nobody ever goes outside (like it probably isnt that deep b)
127: Something you love about Tumblr:
all of the really neat people ive met here
128: What do you think about the least?
oh this is an interesting questions but i never think about a lot of things
uuuuhhhmmmm what do i think about the least
things that make me unhappy
129: What would you want written on your tombstone?
“she tried her best but in the end it simply wasn’t enough”
130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now?
the list is extensive and static
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catlady1986 · 6 years ago
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Guilty Pleasure
Chapters: 2/?  Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences  Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings  Relationships: Gladiolus Amicitia/Noctis Lucis Caelum Characters: Gladiolus Amicitia,  Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Ignis Scientia, background characters Tags: Romance, Secret Relationship, Older/Younger Lovers, Prejudice, Student/Teacher Relationship, more later
Note: This one is longer than the last, had a lot to add to this part. If it comes off as too wordy or doesn’t flow well let me know and I’ll fix it. Also, the rating will go up next chapter. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡ – ✧) Thank you and enjoy!
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The sound of his doorbell ringing relentlessly finally annoys Noctis into waking up, grumbling as he slides out of bed. He finds his friends on the other side of his door, them smiling and looking at him with intrigue.
“You both are jerks for ditching me.” Noctis snaps and then yawns.
“Aw, don’t be like that,” Prompto chuckles and slings an arm around his shoulder as they head inside, then gives a wink. “I bet you still had a good time without us there, maybe met someone nice?”
He did, but wait, does that mean-
“I brought you some hotcakes I made this morning.” Ignis says and hands him a Tupperware container.”
“Oh, thanks Iggy.” Noctis grabs a fork and stands against his counter, digging in and looking to his friends, them staring again with intrigue. “What?”  
“So tell us, what’d you do after we left? Did you meet anyone new by chance?”
Noctis furrows his brows. His stomach begins to knot and a pang of dejection washes over him. Gladio hadn’t come over to him of his own volition, he was asked to. But something didn’t add up, he hasn’t told his friends yet that his preferences lean towards men. Hell, he just realized only a few months ago after falling hard for a male teacher he assisted. So how and why was Gladio chosen?
The black-haired man sighs while shaking his head then gives them a pointed look before taking another bite. “Yeah, I did. Guess that was your doing?”
“Oh come on bud, don’t be mad. We just wanted you to have some fun.”
“I don’t need you two to set me up on pity dates.”
“I’m sorry Noct. We thought it would help you out.” Ignis says, looking a tad remorseful. “You’re terribly shy and don’t leave our sides when out.”
“Yeah! You get really awkward and standoffish around people” Prompto chimes in.
“Plus she’s a nice young lady, just started as a receptionist at my office.”
Noctis freezes. She? The person they tried hooking him up with was a woman? So then Gladio wasn’t asked to flirt with him. He liked him for himself. This makes Noct grin smugly.
“Huh, guess you guys were wrong about me then.”
“Wait, so you met someone else?” the blonde asks, eyes widening comically. “Dude, who? Was she hot?”
“Not telling.”
“Aw, don’t be a jerk.”
“So you didn’t meet with Jessenia? Oh dear, I’m going to have to write her an apology note then. Maybe some flowers, box of chocolates too.” the glasses-wearing man says and puts a reminder on his phone.
“Come on Noct, don’t leave your bros hanging. Tell us what she was like, did you get her number? Are you two meeting up again.” Prompto asks and nudges his friend.
“Again, not telling.”
Prompto lets out an overblown whine as Ignis goes stonefaced like he’s deep in thought. Then a subtle bit of irritation flashes onto his face before his stoic mask is back on.
“It’s a man, isn’t it?”
“Wha?” Is Prompto’s reaction, looking between his two friends.
Noctis stops eating, his face turning a deep red color and eyes down-turning to the floor. Leave it to Ignis to somehow ass pull the correct assumption even though he’s usually terrible at reading the atmosphere.
He sighs and sets the container down, knowing he’s going to end up losing his appetite after the incoming barrage.
“Yeah.”
“What? Noct are you- Umm- So you're uh.” Prompto stutters before shaking his head, looking slightly hurt at his friend. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
“I- I really only discovered it recently myself. I thought that maybe it was just a one-time feeling but the guy I met last night, we had a connection. Sorry, I should have said something sooner.”
The blonde smiles and softly knocks his friend in the shoulder with his fist. “It’s all right dude, just next time talk to us about it. Right, Iggy?”
“Uh, yes, sure.” the man says, shifting about then giving a friendly smile. “We will always support you Noct, even if the information is, surprising.”
“Thanks, you guys.”
“So now that is out,” Prompto begins and nudges his friend like before. “what did he look like?”
Noctis chuckles softly. “As cliche as it is he was tall, dark, and handsome. Really nice too, we played pool and chatted for a while.”
“What’s his name? Does he work? Where does he live?” Ignis grills the younger man.
Noct can’t help but roll his eyes. “His name is Gladio, he works at a bookstore, and lives with his parents but is saving money to move out. He said they’re really strict.”
“How old is he?”
“Early to mid-twenties, I believe.”
The sandy-haired man’s eyebrows arch up. “And he lives with his parents still?”
“Iggy, I lived with my dad until I was twenty. Enough with the interrogation.”
“Just worried about you, you don’t know who this young man really is. For all you know he could be a prostitute or a thief preying on naive people.”
“Jeez, thanks Igs.” Noctis huffs. “If he was any of those, wouldn’t he have tried to come home with me last night?”
“That’s true.” Prompto says and gives Ignis a nudge. “Cut him some slack, this guy may actually be genuine and bring our awkward dork out of his shell.”
“Wow, I feel so loved.”
“Very well. So what do you have planned for the day?”
“Pick up my pants and blazer from the dry cleaners. Then I’m going to go over the syllabus’ for my classes tomorrow.”
“I see. Would you like for me to come over then and help you look over it? I can make us dinner?”
“You don’t have to, besides today is your day off since you got dragged in yesterday. Enjoy it and lounge around your apartment, be lazy.”
“That is a waste of time when I could be doing something fruitful.”
“And that is why you got an ulcer.”
Ignis sighs and shakes his head. “Fine, I will try to relax.”
“Well, I think it’s time for me to scoot.” Prompto says and flashes a big smile at his friend. “Congrats buddy, hope things work out for you, I mean it.”
“Thanks, Prompto.”
“I should be leaving as well, need to stop by the grocer, running low on Ebony. Have a splendid day Noct.”  
“You too, see ya.”
The two men begin to leave but Ignis stops and turns back around at his friend, staring intently at his face.
“I do hope you plan on shaving, it wouldn’t be professional for you to look unkempt on your first day.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” he says and waives his friend off.
Noctis sighs and leans against his island counter, shaking his head. While it wasn’t how he had planned coming out if it proved to be true, at least it wasn’t as bad as he thought. Although there is still his father. He tosses the container into the sink and looks at his wallet, seeing a white note sticking out of it. Gladio’s number. Should he possibly try to call him? No, he may be in trouble if his parents are as strict as he said and Gladio did say to call him later. He does wonder though if he is all right, he seemed nervous when he said his parents were coming for him. Maybe he should- no, he’ll wait.
So Noct gets going for the day, taking a quick shower, then gets dressed and starts to head out. He glances at the note again, feeling a fluttering sensation in his belly and his chest become tight.
While out, he finds that his mind constantly wanders back to the young man, especially when he catches a glimpse of someone tall with brown hair or hears a deep rumbling laughter. Noct feels ridiculous, like a love-struck teen who can’t wait to see their crush after being away from them for a day. He tries to clear his head however when he arrives at the dry cleaners, he sees a bookstore down the street, remembering that Gladio works at one and should be there. Would it seem stalkerish if he stopped by to see if Gladio worked there?
Throwing caution to the wind, Noctis heads into the bookstore after picking up his items, scouring about but not finding the young man and then learning from a clerk Gladio didn’t work there. A bit downtrodden, he heads back to his car and goes to leave, but stops and looks at his phone. Maybe he could see if there were any other bookstores nearby, he could check them out, see if the young man is there and find out how he is doing.
Well, there is apparently way more bookstores then he initially thought and there was no way he could stop at them all. That would be too stalkerish and a waste of gas. So he decides to just check out the closet ones and if Gladio is not at any of them he’ll just leave it at that. He does really want to see him again though so he hopes for the best. Not at the first, nor the second, or the third. Noctis sighs deeply as he sits outside the fourth, a quaint little bookstore that isn’t like all the chain stores with their bland decorum while trying to be hip with the younger generation.
Noctis heads inside and gets a strong earthy scent along with a hint of flowers; the smell reminds him of Gladio. His heart begins to pound in his chest and he begins trembling from nerves. A female clerk walks by and smiles at him, before greeting the older man.
“Hi, anything I could help you with today?”
“Oh umm, b, by chance is there a uh, a young man named Gladio that works umm here?” he says, trying to act normal and not like a flustered dork.
The young woman gives him a once-over, then goes wide-eyed and smiles. “Just a second.” she says and scurries off to the back.
Noctis can feel his chest tighten, he becomes sweaty and nervous. Then the man steps out from the backroom. It’s like one of those cheesy scenes in the movies where the main character’s love interest enters the room and everything around them freezes while they continue to move, all the attention focused on them. But then Noctis feels his heart drop as Gladio looks at him; he doesn’t look at him with annoyance or disgust, he has a soft smile on his face along with woe. One of his cheeks was bruised and swollen like he had been hit. Despite that, Gladio still gives him that sweet look like he had the night before, making Noctis cheeks heat up.
“Hey, fancy meeting you here.”
“Yeah, I was in the area so I uh stopped in.” Noctis says and chuckles embarrassedly. “See if you by chance worked here.”
“Huh, lucky guess. Must be fate.” Gladio says and flashes a flirty look at the older man.
Noct feels his heart thump rapidly. “Yeah.” He looks up at the young man and smiles before furrowing his brows, reaching his hand up to cup his swollen cheek. “Were you hit?”
“Oh, that? No, I got angry and slammed my door shut, it knocked a plaque I had hanging over the frame down. Dumbass me just stood there and watched it fall before it thwacked me on the face.”
Noctis frowns. He doesn’t believe him, he’d seen similar things and heard similar excuses from kids being abused. But Gladio wasn’t a kid, so it’s not like he could call child services. So he dejectedly lets it go.
“So how badly are you grounded? No tv or phone?”
“No dessert too.” Gladio snorts. “It wasn’t too bad, just a lot of yelling and door slamming. Plus I have to stay at my mother’s on the weekends since my dad is at work and can’t ‘babysit’ me.”
“You really do need to get your own place, that sounds horrible.”
“Yeah, in time.” he says and bites his lip. “So I uh get done in a couple hours, would you maybe wanna get a bite to eat with me?”
“Are you even allowed too?”
“Yeah, my mom lets me have a bit more freedom then my dad does. Plus I usually get something to eat on my way home so if I’m late she doesn’t fuss.”
“Ah, okay. Where would you like to meet up?”
“There’s a diner by the bus stop down a few blocks, that sound good?”
“Yeah, sounds great.” Noctis says and smiles as his cheeks rosy. Then a thought strikes him. “Oh, since you’re staying at your mother’s on the weekend, I can give you my number then.”
“Sure. I can use the house phone so my calls can’t be monitored by my dad.”
Noctis quickly scribbles his number down onto the back of a receipt he had stuffed into his pocket and hands it over, exchanging bashful smiles. They say their goodbyes with Gladio heading back to work and Noct deciding instead of going all the way back home he’ll kill time by putzing around the nearby mall. Maybe he’ll look into some new ties while there.
An hour goes by and his phone begins to vibrate, an unknown number flashing across his screen. He’s apprehensive at first but answers it anyway.
“Hello?”
“Oh! Awesome! So you didn’t give me a fake number.” Gladio chuckles from the other end. “Hey uh, business is kinda slow so Karis is letting me leave early. Wanted to let you know I’m heading over, if you don’t mind eating around five.”
“That’s fine, I’ll stop by and pick you up. I’m over at the mall.”
“Yeah, okay, see you then.”
A wave of giddiness overcomes him. He hasn’t felt this excited since his early twenties when he and his then-girlfriend went out for the first time. That was the last time he dated or felt attracted to a woman. She broke his heart badly. Hopefully, it ends up better this time around.
Noctis finds Gladio waiting outside the bookstore and picks him up, them bantering awkwardly and flirtatiously as they head to the diner. But as they arrive, the younger man’s face goes white, his eyes widen and he bites his lower lip before quickly shifting his large frame out of sight.
“Shit.”
“Gladio? What’s wrong?”
“My fucking stepmother is there with my sister and stepbrothers.”
Noctis furrows his brows and looks through the large windows of the diner, spotting a middle-aged woman with three kids. He looks down at Gladio and catches the slight look of fear and brokenness in his eyes along with his panicked breathing, it making Noct’s stomach turn for some reason he can’t quite put his finger on. Without a word, he puts the car in reverse and drives away but Gladio remains in his hunkered over position, his breathing still frantic. In a move that would send Ignis into a tizzy, he pulls one hand away from the steering wheel and gently touches Gladio’s cheek before petting his hair. This seems to do the trick and his breathing returns to normal before sitting back up with a sigh.
“Gladio?” Noct asks with deep concern.
“Sorry, I have bad anxiety. I was afraid she’d catch us together.”
Noctis looks to him with remorse and gently rests his hand against his face again. “You want to go someplace else or do you want me to drop you off at your mother’s?”
“If, if it’s alright with you,” Gladio begins and turns to look at him, his amber eyes looking harrowed. “could we stop someplace secluded? I want to cool my head before I go home, I’ll give you gas money too.”
“You don’t have to give me money, I’ll do it. I used to take this one kid out for ice cream after school because he didn’t want to go home until his mother got done with work. Found out the neighbor that was watching him had been touching him inappropriately.”
“Ah, you sound like one of those do-gooders you read about it the paper.”
Noctis smiles. “Yeah, I like helping people. Even though I get really shy and flustered at first, I still try my best.”
“Wish there were more people like you out there in the world, maybe it wouldn’t be so rotten.”
Noct quickly glances at Gladio, noticing the pained look on his face. A thought pops into his head that would kill two birds with one stone. “Hey, I live not far from here. Why don’t we stop at my place and I’ll order out. That way you can clear your head.”
A soft blush forms on the brunette's cheeks. “Oh, yeah, that sounds good.”
Noctis continues to drive until he arrives at the carport for his apartment complex, shutting the vehicle off though neither exits right yet.
“Hey, thanks Noctis.” Gladio says and looks over at the black-haired man, smiling fondly. “Seems my gamble going and talking to you last night didn’t end in a mess.” His smile grows into one of teasing. “Or my dead corpse dumped in the river.”
“You thought I could’ve been a serial killer?” Noctis laughs.
“Hmm, people never suspect the cute ones.” Gladio’s eyes half lid as he looks at the older man, a sliver of a pink tongue swiping across his dry lips. “Hey umm, Noct?”
“Hmm?”
“Can I, can I kiss you?”
The thirty-year-old’s heart pounds in his chest and his body begins to tremble. Kiss? He hasn’t kissed anyone in years, not since his girlfriend. Will he still any good at it? Is Gladio teasing him? Is it too soon? Should he say no, that he wants to wait? His mind continues to race, even as his body begins moving on its own, leaning towards the young man who tilts his head.
Their lips brush momentarily before pressing them together in a tender kiss. It feels exhilarating and he wants more. Noctis rests his palms against Gladio’s cheeks, deepening the kiss that becomes needy and carnal, large tan hands gripping him around his waist. Tongues explore about in each other's mouths and dance about together, soft moans escaping out until Noct gasps when he gets cupped through his pants.
Blue eyes stare deeply into brown, both filled with lust, as the two pant quickly and continue to hold each other. Noctis is the first to pull back, opening his door and stepping out but he pulls Gladio with him, then he pins him to the side, capturing his lips once again as the younger man runs his hands down his back before gripping his ass. Noctis pulls back once again, their lips separating and making a loud smack, and takes hold of Gladio’s hand leading him towards the elevator. He has never done anything like this before but the feelings he’s experiencing are intoxicating and he wants more, wants to feel the pleasure of doing something scandalous. Taboo.  
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