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nyaagolor · 1 year

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Paldean Elite Four (+ Geeta) Headcanons

They've been on my mind recently bc of all the asks I got

Rika:

Rika is the office gossip QUEEN. She knows everything about everyone, so if you need or want to know something you ask her. She knows a guy. She also desperately wants to figure out what Larry and Geeta's Deal (tm) is. They bicker constantly, are insanely passive aggressive, but despite their opposing attitudes agree on most fundamental issues. They look like they hate each other, but Larry constantly takes on new responsibilities for the League and Geeta constantly showers him with raises and promotions. Rika has taken to snooping thru their emails and prodding Hassel for info, but he doesn't know anything either. It’s driving her nuts

Paldea had a Region’s Sexiest Man contest. Rika won. Women Want her. Despite this however she can only pick up women accidentally. If she actively tries to flirt she will fuck it up spectacularly. Just the in-universe version of this

Rika is actually on the payroll as the league receptionist and does that Elite Four thing as a side hustle for extra cash. She gets kind of embarrassed when you call her a receptionist during her Elite Four duties though because other regions often use her as an example of why the Paldean league is garbage (i.e. they're so understaffed even a receptionist can be on the E4. They must have grabbed the nearest person, etc etc). She puts on the vibe of someone chill but this in particular is a bit of a sore point for her

She hates dresses / skirts with a burning passion and refuses to wear them. If you give her a REALLY good reason it's a solid maybe, but good luck with that. She needs to stretch

Her Clodsire's name is Pancake :) I like to think all her pokemon are named after breakfast foods (which, btw, is her favorite meal of the day. She is easily bribed with good waffles)

She and Larry are drinking buddies. She does most of the drinking

Poppy:

Everyone in the league is very careful to alter their habits around Poppy. She’s small and cute and sweet and a little baby so the usual informal cursing (like Rika shouting that HR needs to “cut the bullshit”) or the smoke breaks on the roof (yes I think they all smoke) can’t happen when Poppy is around

The league spoils her rotten. Candy? Toys? Help with her kindergarten homework?? Anything for Poppy. Even Larry, who seems too strict or apathetic to care, has her drawings in his desk drawer and lets her decorate his ties. The toys in the lobby are also hers

Her parents are accountants who brought her to take your kid to work day and let her play with their Pokémon outside. Rika challenged her to a match as a joke because they had a cancellation and Geeta watched— but both were shocked that Poppy’s skill with her parents’ steel types and her own Tinkaton were unparalleled by anyone in the building. When another E4 member retired, the league decided to let Poppy battle under her parents’ names just to blow off some steam. Poppy gets to let out energy, her parents make extra money, and the elite 4 has a strong battler. Win win!

Poppy loves to braid and play with hair, so the other elite four members will often let her play with their hair and add clips while they work. Larry is Poppy’s favorite because he sits Very Very Still

If Poppy really likes the battle she had with you, she’ll give you a sticker. Geeta once walked into a meeting with a gold star directly on her forehead because Poppy stuck it there and she didn’t want to take it off where Poppy could see it, forgetting about it by the time she walked in. She later moved it to her jacket

She has nicknames for everyone except Rika, which drives Rika insane. Grandpa Hassel, Mister Larry, Miss Geeta (or Auntie sometimes) but Rika? It’s just Rika. It’s always Rika. When Hassel was babysitting her at his and Brassius’ home in Artazón, Poppy’s eyes went really wide and she asked if she had two grandpas now or if Brassius was just SUPER old. He found that insanely funny

Larry:

I saw a fic that had Larry naming his pokemon after Excel commands and I cannot stop thinking about it. It's canon in my heart. Btw if anyone knows this fic / the name pls lmk I can’t find it again but I remember his Flamigo was named COUNTIF

Larry is actually pretty wealthy, partially because he's raking in cash from his three jobs and partially because he doesn't spend money on anything but food and pokemon products. Considering that the Treasure Eatery feeds him for free and the pokemon products are provided or subsidized by the League, that leaves him with a LOT of extra income, which he uses to help out his friends or gym challengers with financial issues or simply buying them dinner

Someone added this on another post of mine but every single one of Larry’s passwords is some variation on “password”. He’s many things but creative is none of them. Also these tags are canon to me

In contrast to his outward grumpiness and seeming apathy, Larry is incredibly gentle with and good with kids. He is confident the future will be better because of them, and does what he can to encourage them. It's a big part of the reason Geeta picked him for the positions-- they have a pretty similar philosophy regarding children and the future

Geeta has been doing everything in her power to get him to quit his third job (which is not League-affiliated) because he does the best work of anyone around and his other boss is a complete and utter asshole. She's tried promoting him, telling him how valuable he is to the team, using raises, praise, and passive aggression, but nothing is working. At one point she even tried overloading him with hours so he'd be forced to quit something but that didn't work either. She's stumped. The man won't quit

That third job? I'm not actually sure what it is but I do have an AU where he's a hitman. Call that a business casuality ;)

Hassel:

He always keeps candy in his desk (and his coat pockets) because he's a teacher and wants to be prepared. It's the strawberry kind, yall know the ones. This came in handy when Poppy joined the league, so all the other members started doing it too

His family gets traditional tattoos all over, which Hassel likewise has. He'd never remove them, but still keeps them covered most of the time for modesty reasons. Brassius has filled in the gaps in the traditional dragon shapes with various flowers to show how Hassel has grown from but not forgotten his past. They look very cool and Rika is insanely jealous of that

This old man is way more fit than he appears. He's a sensitive sweetheart and prefers the arts to sports or battling, but he's still a dragon tamer and keeps up his workout regime quite meticulously. Peepaw’s fucking shredded

His favorite art medium is paint, and he loves it when the little kids have class so he can finger paint alongside them. His office in the League building is covered in art. Geeta thinks it's sweet how he remembers every piece and how emotional he gets talking about it

Hassel has a hard time turning off teacher mode, which makes his training sessions at the league insanely funny to watch. “Haxorus, we do not Guillotine our friends!”

He can, and frequently does, play classical Paldea guitar. Once his rock career fell flat, he started experimenting with the style of his new home region and fell in love. You can often find him giving impromptu concerts from his balcony in Artazon

Geeta:

As much as she micromanages others, she's more than willing to take any responsibilities herself if she can't find someone else to do them. Plumber cancelled and they need the sink fixed asap? Get her a hammer. Rika is out sick? She'll cover those emails. Part of the reason the league struggles to complain about her is that they know for all the work they're doing, she's doing double. This doesn’t necessarily mean she’s GOOD at it but she’s doing it

I’m not sure how I want to explain it backstory wise but a lot of her skin is crystalline just like the AI professors. She’s got a LOT of connections to Area Zero and her top priority is making sure nothing goes in and nothing gets out. The professor hates her. The feeling is mutual

No one has ever seen her blink

She’s incredible at traditional Paldean dances. When Hassel plays classical guitar, she’ll dance along, and it’s magical to watch

That whole thing about not being able to hold back during battles? It’s a PR thing to make kids feel better. She’s not very good at battling. Geeta is just like (gestures at her Avalugg) I just think they're neat

A huge point of contention between her and her employees is that she takes everything literally and is terrible at reading tone. Her gym leaders are scared of her and try to drop hints about things because they think they’ll be punished if they’re too forward, but all those hints go right over Geeta’s head. The gym leaders then think Geeta is ignoring them on purpose but she’s none the wiser. Everyone is losing.

#rika #poppy #larry #hassel #geeta #pokemon sv #mod vex #headcanons #I put this under a readmore but mobile is being weird I hope it sticks

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izurou · 1 year

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THE AIR BETWEEN US FT. SUNA RINTAROU

synopsis: your best friend comes to a realization when you go out on a date — leaving him all alone in his brand new home.

contains: female reader. best friend suna. brief mentions and allusions to marriage. reader is a bit oblivious to rin’s feelings. swearing. lotta banter. one small part features jus rinnie (while reader is on her date) 2.8k words.

note: okok i’ve never written smth like this before but i’m so super proud of it and had so much fun ?!? ahhhh :’)

rintarou’s apartment is warm.

a little place about five minutes from the heart of downtown—rather mundane, and lacking a bit of everything. he has a few decorative pillows and other small trinkets, most of which were pawned off on him by his mother as he was moving out.

almost everything else he now owns was bought on a whim, with no regard for how any of it would tie together in a room. luckily, he had no desire for colour, and opted for neutrals when available.

his home is often quiet, lifeless—whether he’s there or he’s not, varying shades of navy blue seep through the blinds and cast dark shadows onto his walls.

he’s adjusting to it—the solitude. getting himself out of bed every morning, no incessant nagging from his father about it being half past noon, no music blaring from his younger sister’s room. it’s just him, the buzzing of his toothbrush, and the little sticker on his bathroom mirror that reads hello gorgeous, courtesy of atsumu.

and yet, out of the handful of times you’ve been there, the space has felt nothing but alive—with artificial orange hues filling the rooms, and the scent of freshly sprayed linen hanging in the air. even with the crisp breeze floating in through the wide open windows, it’s warm.

but sometimes, it’s incredibly loud.

“professional big spoon?” you hear him howling from the kitchen, mock and hilarity woven into each syllable—and immediately, regret starts to bubble in your chest.

you have a date tonight, soon. it’s nothing more than a casual dinner, with a guy you recently met on a dating app. he’s cute, tall, friendly—which is already more than you could say for most of the men on there, so why the hell not?

of course, upon hearing about the whole ordeal your best friend insisted that you come over the day of. you knew he’d want to poke his nose in your business and ask about the man—but the more rintarou talks, the more you begin to think he invited you here just to ridicule your match.

“this has gotta be the world’s douchiest bio,” he scoffs, furrowing his brows as he stares down at the screen. “6’2 my ass.”

he mutters the last part under his breath, opening his near empty fridge in search of something to wash down the sour taste flooding his mouth.

“what does he gain from lying about his height?” you chime, slipping into the room and watching as rintarou tilts his head back, chugging the remainder of yesterday’s gatorade.

he wipes at his mouth with the back of his palm, shifting his gaze over to you. quickly—he allows his eyes to travel from your head down to your feet, and back up once more.

hm.

“more matches,” he shrugs, leaning against the edge of the countertop and averting his attention back to the screen. “a little confidence, maybe.”

“so, you lie on your dating profile too?” you quirk a brow, tossing your jacket over the back of a of dining room chair. you slink a bit closer, preparing to snatch your phone back as soon as the chance presents itself.

“i don’t have to,” he huffs, jerking his hand away mere seconds before yours comes swooping in. “too slow, thanks for coming out though.”

“rin, stop fucking around,” you grumble, tugging on his arm as he holds it above his head. “you’re going to be the best man at our wedding, right? might as well practice not being a giant ass while you still have time.”

tch.

“hey, easy lovebird,” he hisses, feeling your nails dig into the skin on his wrist. his nose scrunches up and his brows furrow—a grumpy, get the hell away from me face you know all too well. placing the base of his palm flat against your forehead, he lightly pushes you away. “i’ll definitely be the best man there, but i’m not giving any speeches.”

“whatever, give me back my phone,” you mutter, glancing at rintarou’s brand new, never been and hopefully never will be used oven. “we’re meeting at eight, i have to go.”

“here, might wanna declaw before you leave,” he hands over the device and frowns, rubbing at the subtle red line forming near his elbow. “fuckin’ gremlin.”

you ignore his comment, reaching for your jacket and slipping the leather onto your arms. you fiddle with it, shifting and repositioning the fabric until it sits on your shoulders just right. it’s a bit oversized, but not too much, and it compliments the black lace trim on your cami. at least, you think it does.

“do i look okay?” you ask, peering up at rintarou who, is now wrist deep in a bag of calbee hot and spicy potato chips.

“mmm, you look like you do every day,” he replies through a mouthful.

“wow, i’m sure there’s thousands lining up to hear that one,” you laugh, and something resembling a smile forms on his lips.

“what can i say?” he agrees, weakly gesturing to himself before bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking the flavouring off. he strolls over to the front door, where you’re already reaching for the knob—trying desperately to flee. “hey, text me later, okay?”

“will do,” you assure.

“and have fun,” he adds, leaning his head against the doorframe as you step out into the hall. “but not too much.”

“yes, mother, bye now.”

he watches you practically skip down the narrow, dimly lit corridor until you disappear around the corner—and again, he’s alone.

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rintarou props his feet up on his little black coffee table, aimlessly flipping his way through netflix—searching for something, anything to distract his saboteur mind.

it’s dark, the sun has long been set, and hues of navy blue bleed past the blinds. the streetlights outside paint the shadow of a tree onto his living room wall, though it resembles something much more frightening—a monster. could it be the same one who used to hide under his bed when he was a kid?

he continues to scroll until he comes across an anime, ouran high school host club. huh, you like that one. not his cup of tea by any means, but it’ll do—it’s just something to fill the silence after all. a shiver greets rintarou’s spine as he presses play, and he instinctively nuzzles into the collar of his sweatshirt. it’s cold.

craning his neck back, he narrows his gaze onto the window—wide open and practically begging for the frigid air to waltz right in. he inhales, shuts his eyes, and exhales. it’s too far.

he blindly throws his hand over the back of the couch, patting around until he feels the familiar fluff of his old rick and morty blanket. usually, it’d be sitting at the foot of his bed, but he just so happened to be in a similar predicament before you arrived late this afternoon.

he spreads the fleece over himself, and it barely covers three quarters of his body, but it’s a hell of lot better than nothing. he tugs his sleeves over his balled up fists and crosses his arms over his chest, allowing his eyes to close once more.

yes, this’ll do. he can feel himself drifting off, becoming less aware of the sounds emanating from the television, less aware of the nagging thoughts feeding off his brain—except, for one.

vows don’t count as speeches, do they?

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rintarou wakes to a low buzzing—vibrations that stem from the pocket of his hoodie and roll up his torso. someone’s calling.

he reaches, but his hand is forced to take a detour to the back of his neck, where a kink is in the midst of settling into the muscle. a few profanities slip out, all directed at himself for not laying down like a normal nap taking human.

“yeah?” he answers, leaning his head against the back of the sofa while pressing the device to his ear. he didn’t bother reading the contact name—he hasn’t heard from his mother at all today, and she’s made a daily habit of checking in on him, asking if he’s eating proper meals and doing his laundry.

at this point his microwave has stolen the title of best friend right out from under your nose, and there’s a basket of clean clothes that’s been in the corner of rintarou’s bedroom for the past three days. still, he always answers yes.

“rin, did i wake you?”

wait—it’s you. what time is it?

“oh, hey. yeah, you did,” he yawns, squinting at the tv, where a few boys in purple uniforms are talking about—fancy tuna? you are so weird. he pulls back for a moment, peering at the numbers sitting at the top of his screen—9:13 pm. “you home already?”

“no, i’m still here.”

shit, he better start practicing his i object.

“well? did they give him a booster seat?” there’s a teasing lilt to his voice, but his expression remains deadpan.

“he didn’t show up, rintarou.”

yes, maybe he doesn’t have to.

“huh? so you’ve just been sitting there?” he asks, using a finger to push the fluff on his blanket from side to side—against the grain, and with.

“yeah, i had hope for a while.”

he wants to say something—but he can’t decide on what. is this the appropriate time to insert a short joke? usually, he wouldn’t give it a second thought, especially when it comes to you. you’ve been there for at least eight of his top ten most unsavoury comments—such as when he felt the need to guess how many husbands your english teacher has had throughout the years while she stood not two feet away—only to settle on none.

yet, the thought of you sitting all alone at a table somewhere—dolled up and waiting for someone who never even planned on coming in the first place—has the wings of every butterfly in his stomach wilting, causing them to nosedive into his bottomless pit of gatorade and potato chips.

so, he finally decides.

“i’ll come pick you up,” he blurts out, shoving rick and morty off to the side before rising to his feet.

“no, you don’t have to do that,” you protest—guilt lingering in your gut and causing you to second guess your decision to call. he’s been so sluggish as of late—sleeping in past his alarms, napping more often. it’s obvious that life has been doing a number on him recently. the last thing he needs is to be dragged out.

“no? why else would you call?” he hums, shuffling over to the pitch black void where his kitchen is. he feels around a bit until the familiar jingle of his car keys fills his ears. “text me the address, i’ll be there soon.”

he hangs up without warning, leaving you with no choice but to sit and wait.

rintarou grimaces as he nears the door, feeling a gust of wind as it sneaks in through his window and engulfs the entire living room in a frigid hell. he’s tired, exhausted even—and he doesn’t feel like driving right now.

but, he’s glad you’re dragging him out.

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“don’t even say it,” is the first warning you give rintarou when you slide into the passenger seat of his car. he’s sitting, slouched forward a little as he rubs his hands together for warmth. you know the words are right there on the tip of his tongue, but you don’t want to hear them.

“oh come on,” he groans, visibly annoyed by your sudden demand.

“i’ve been embarrassed enough tonight, thanks,” you give him a faux smile—the passive aggressive kind you’d give to an irate customer.

“so, shouldn’t you like be used to it by now?” he mimics your tone, slightly raising the pitch of his voice.

“tch, you’d think so,” you mutter, noting the stray flakes, fluffy and white, that begin to encase his vehicle. huh, first of the season.

a comfortable silence settles between the two of you—nothing but the sounds of wet tires on pavement and an overly enthusiastic radio host.

rintarou’s never been one to offer verbal support to his friends, or anyone for that matter—it makes him feel awkward, vulnerable. he’s more or less always let his actions portray his feelings, so—him taking twenty minutes out of his evening to come get you means something, you’re sure of it.

still, you like seeing him squirm a little.

“why do you think he didn’t come?” your voice is like a dagger, cutting through the silence before settling at the base of his throat.

“dunno, maybe he has trouble getting it up,” he responds, dulling the blade completely.

“rintarou,” you sigh, blunt and a little defeated—but he swears he can feel you breaking skin with the second syllable of his name. eyes on the road rintarou.

“i don’t know, does it matter?” he tries, sweeping your attempt to kill him right under the rug. however, the wound is already there—open and weakening his resolve by the second. “it’s not you.”

“and if it is?”

“it’s not,” he’s firm, hoping that his words drill into that pretty little head of yours. “he’s missing out, would’ve been one hell of a wedding.”

“yeah,” you agree, “i was looking forward to that speech of yours. highlight of the night.”

“what about when i start drunk dancing with this guy’s mom?” he says, glancing over to catch the smile blooming on your lips—and it’s as if that dagger never existed at all.

“you? dancing?” you scoff, watching as rintarou’s skin glows a momentary orange with each passing streetlight.

“just because you’ve never seen it, doesn’t mean it can’t exist,” he’s quick to defend himself—clearly taking your disbelief to heart.

you turn, holding back laughter as a very specific mental image pops into your brain. rintarou—drunk off his ass in a suit and tie, holding the hands of your groom’s mother as he awkwardly tries to dance with her—simultaneously pissing off half the guests in attendance.

you wonder how many drinks it would take for him to get to that point, or if it’d even take any at all—you’re almost certain that a pep talk and a measly twenty from atsumu would suffice.

either way, the thought alone almost has you wishing this date would’ve gone a little better.

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now, the route back to your place is quick—but it’s not the one rintarou took. instead, you’re coming up on the small 24 hour convenience store, which is about a two minute walk from his place.

“rin,” you start, “i thought you were taking me home?”

“huh?” he glances over at you, putting on a faux look of innocence. “all i said was that i’d pick you up.”

“asshole,” you mumble, noting the increase in wind—which is giving the illusion of a horizontal snowfall.

“relax,” he snorts, pulling the car up in front of his apartment. “i’ll drive you home later, now get out.”

you watch as he shoves a hand into the pocket of his sweatpants, lifting his hips ever so slightly to fish a pair of keys out—one large and one small.

“head up, i’ll park.”

he waits for a moment, watching as you scurry up the stairs and into the warmth of the lobby before he drives off into the parking lot.

in a matter of twenty minutes, the weather has taken a turn for the worse—and rintarou braces himself for the short walk to the side door. he’s going against the wind, hands shoved into his pockets, hood blown off his head. he can feel the wind creeping beneath his sweater, penetrating his skin. it’s horrible.

then, it’s not. he’s inside, safe from the storm threatening to tear the building from it’s soil. he opts to take the stairs—remembering what his father once said about taking an elevator during a storm.

his nose and ears are pink, bordering red as he swiftly makes his way down the hall. as he nears his suite—a warm amber glow greets him from beneath the door, and his chest tightens. those damn stairs, maybe he should take them more often.

he swings the door open, and there you are—sitting on his couch, drowning in his blanket, table side lamps on, window shut.

“what the fuck, rin!” you gawk, pulling your knees to your chest and shivering. “close your goddamn windows before you leave.

he can feel it too, this numbing temperature—it’s much worse than it was before his nap.

“also, i cannot believe you were watching this without me,” you cut him off before he has the chance to respond—and he’d expect to be embarrassed having been caught, but he’s not.

he’s happy, because you’re patting the spot next to you while wearing what he thinks has to be the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen. maybe he should start practicing his i do.

because even with the season’s most polar air standing between the two of you,

rintarou’s apartment is warm.

#izurou #suna x reader #suna x you #haikyuu x reader #suna fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #suna rintarou x reader #suna hcs #i love him so BAD he’s so stupid #my baby < 3

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jujutsukatsuki · 2 years

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Warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, throatfucking, spitting, gagging, messy makeup, soft kiri <3

Smut will be under the cut!

Sometimes things don’t work out, plans fall through, people flake, or your boyfriend since freshman year of high school decides to dump you via text when you were waiting for him at the coffee shop you always met at when you and him got off work.

So here you are, sitting in this little café, crying into your ceramic cup full of espresso that has foam art of a heart. You sniffle as you sit in the booth. It didn’t help that today was already awful. You flunked a test you stayed up all night studying for cause life would be too easy to let you have one thing go right today. Your AP literacy teacher seemed to have a burning hatred for you and you had cracked your phone screen.

If you weren’t spending thousands on college and already in your last year, you might have quit today.

Your only saving grace? The cute barista who you’d come to know as Eijiro Kirishima. He had covered your drink when you realized that your wallet was at home sitting on your coffee table.

You barely touched the cup of coffee he had spent time making just for you, even adding the cute heart on top. Instead you chose to keep your head in your hands as you stared at the table blankly, tears falling from your face into the coffee, ruining the art.

Kirishima bussed a few tables before he got to you.

“Y/n?” He asked softly as he put a hand on your shoulder. You sniffled and looked up at him, a white towel was throwing over the tight black shirt he wore. A black apron covered the front of his body. You took notice of a couple pins he had on the front. A pin from a hero movie, crimson riot or something, you couldn’t remember the actual name. A pin that read He/Him, his name tag that had a pink smiley face sticker along with his title of Assistant Manager for X amount of years on it and a pin that read ‘Ask me about my favorite coffee!’

“Y/n?” He asked again as he knelt down a bit to be eye level with you.

“Sorry, yeah, what’s up Kirishima?” You wiped the black stained tears from your cheeks.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

Your bottom lip quivered, fresh tears pricked your eyes, face was hot with embarrassment and sadness.

“M-my boyfriend broke up with me over text.” You covered your mouth with your hand and let out a muffled sob. Kiri’s eyes held an emotion you couldn’t pinpoint. Pity? Genuine concern? You weren’t sure.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, that’s so unmanly of him.” He wrapped you in a tight bear hug. You wrapped your arms around him tight and cried into his chest.

Eijiro ended up taking his break so he could comfort you while his co-worker, Shoto, covered. He listened to you vent about your problems and frustrations, you actually drank the new coffee that Kiri brought over for you this time, he didn’t want you to drink a coffee that was probably 85% your tears at that point.

He sat next to you and held your hand as you cried into his shoulder.

“I mean, nearly eight years.” You cried. “I thought him and I were gonna get married.” Kirishima rubbed your back slowly as he listened, he didn’t talk, just listened and god it felt nice.

“To tell you the truth, I never liked him much.” Eijiro said once you had calmed down, tears slowly falling less and less.

“Why?” You sniffled and looked up at him.

“He was super bossy and didn’t tip well.” Kiri joked to try and cheer you up. You let out a small laugh.

“He was like that wasn’t he?” You brushed some hair behind your ear and wiped your face with the sleeve of your jacket.

“I don’t want to tell you that everything is going to be okay because I don’t know if it will. But what I can tell you is that you’re such a good, kind, genuine person and anyone is lucky to have you. You’re truly a gift Y/n. And you’re really pretty.” He smiled

Your face felt warm as he said that. “Thanks Kiri. And thank you for listening, I really needed that today.”

“Anytime.” He smiled at you with a big toothy grin.

He got back to work after that, only after he gave you his number if you needed anything of course and you went home to kick your boyfriend out of the apartment.

Only you came home to him having sex with your best friend in the bed the two of you shared. Honestly, you didn’t even care at that point. You calmly gathered all your things, told him to have a nice life and that you were telling the landlord about him smoking weed in the apartment all the time.

With no where to go and a car full of stuff, your brain went on auto pilot. You ended up in front of the coffee shop. It was now pouring rain outside, thunder and lightening were brewing in the sky.

Your eyes held a blank gaze as you stared straight ahead. A soft knock came from your passenger window, it made you jump as you unlocked the door after seeing a familiar red head.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Kiri asked as he climbed into the passenger seat, he was no longer wearing his apron and the tight black shirt he wore clung even tighter to his body thanks to the rain. His normal spikes of hair were now hanging down in his face.

You sat and told Kiri about what happened once you had got home. His jaw dropped as he heard about what you walked into you. He invited you to stay with him for the night.

Little did you know that one night was gonna change everything.

That was all a year ago. You’ve been living in Kirishima’s guest room ever since.

Currently you were making dinner, Kirishima was gonna be home soon from work and you decided to make his favorite meal that you knew how to cook. Homemade chicken Alfredo.

The front door’s lock jiggled as he unlocked the door and walked in.

“Y/n, I’m home.” He hummed as he dropped his work backpack next to the house and took his shoes off.

“In the kitchen Eiji!” You called out as you were mixing the noodles and sauce.

“Hey.” He smiled as he kissed the back of your head before he grabbed a soda from the fridge.

“Did you have a good day at work?” You asked as you put the noodles to simmer on a low heat.

“It was alright, had a few Karens. What about your day?”

You smiled softly as you looked at him. A black bandana was holding his hair back from his face, he had a smile that reached his eyes as he inquired about your day.

Suddenly it dawned on you how domestic you and him were. How he’d come home and kiss your head, how you’d snuggle into his side as you watch a tv show together, how he’d carry you to your bed and kiss your forehead as he tucked you in. How he’d come up behind you when you were with his friends and wrap his arms around your waist, head on your shoulder.

You were in love with your roommate and best friend.

As you two sat in the couch eating dinner, your legs were over his lap, head resting against his thick biceps. Your thoughts were full of details about Kirishima that you could get rid of. The small scar above his eye he got from jumping through a window when he was a kid, the tattoos that decorated his inner arms, a few comic book heroes and anime characters he loved, the way he instantly relaxed under your touch. You noticed how much Kiri loved touching you. He was always the first one to hold you close to him or kiss your head.

You kept staring at him from the corner of your eye, enough that he caught your gaze.

“You okay, sweet girl?” He asked as he reached out and gently wiped a bit of sauce from the corner of your lips with his thumb. Your face was suddenly very hot as you slowly nodded, he wiped his thumb on a napkin.

“You seem quieter tonight are you sure you’re alright?”

“Kiri, do you…” You stopped to think about your phrasing before you decided to come out and say it.

“Do you like me?”

He cocked his head to the side like a confused puppy.

“Yeah of course, you’re like my best friend.” He smiled a bit

“No I mean like… romantically.”

Kiri’s cheeks went bright red as he stuttered out a answered.

“Is- uh.. Is it okay if I say yes?” He nervously cleared his throat as he chewed on his bottom lip, adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he gulped.

“Yeah of course! I just, I realized that.. maybe I’ve always known and I was just scared but I don’t want to ruin anything and you’re just so sweet and I’m worried that I’m not good enough for you but I like you like that an-“

He cupped your cheek with his huge hand and kissed you. It was such a polite way to shut you up. You kissed back, hands finding the shirt he wore and clutching it in your hands. His lips were soft against yours, his actions were gentle as his other hand held the back of your neck.

The kiss was broken when you both needed air. Lips were swollen and red, faces were warm and the only noise was that of soft panting.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for a while.” He smiled as his thumb stroked your cheek.

“How long?” You questioned

“Since the very first day you walked into the coffee shop and ordered a hot chocolate and a croissant.“ Your face seemed to get even warmer.

“You remembered what I ordered?”

Kirishima chuckled as he nodded.

“Yeah, you asked for four pumps of extra chocolate in the drink because sometimes it wasn’t a strong enough taste for you. Plus you gave me like a 15 dollar tip.”

You laughed and Kirishima fell deeper in love with you at the sound you made. His smile grew as he watched you.

That night you laid in your bed, tossing and turning as you thought of the revelations from tonight. You loved him and he loved you. Now what the fuck do you do?

You shoved the blankets off you and got up, slipping on the bunny slippers that Kiri got for you last Christmas. You opened your door only to come face to face with him. His red hair was down in his face as he looked like he hadn’t slept yet.

“What are we?” The two of you said in sync. Both of you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“What do you want?” Kiri asked as he placed a hand on your upper arm before it slid down to grab your hand.

“You.” You whispered softly as you gently squeezed his hand.

“I want you too.” He smiled tiredly

“So.. does that mean we’re dating?” You asked for confirmation.

“I guess it does.” He kissed your forehead and squeezed your hand.

“Let me take you on a date tomorrow- er, later tonight?” He chuckled

“Oh yeah? Where are we gonna go?”

“Not sure yet but I’ll pick you up at seven?” He grinned

“I’ll make sure I’m ready by then.” You moved to wrap your arms around his neck.

“If I’m a few minutes late it’s cause my super cute roommate takes forever to get ready.” He teased

“I do not!” You laugh, Kiri reached down and picked you up by your thighs. You gasped, your slippers falling off in the process

“Eiji!”

“What?” He hummed as he stole you away to his room.

“I can walk you know.” You yawn softly, sleep already starting to pull you under.

“I know.” He yawned after you did. He laid down in his bed and laid you next to him. You could see in Kiri’s eyes that he was seconds from sleep. By the time you pulled the blanket over you two, he was out. You snuggled into his chest, it was a perfect fit like you two were made for each other.

One of his hands rested on your thigh, the warm feeling made butterflies in your stomach as sleep became an anchor chained to your ankle yanking you down through the waves of tranquility.

It was your first big date with Eijiro, you put on a nice black dress that hugged your figure in a way that made you feel confident with a deep v neck line that showed off your cleavage and a pair of red heels. Thankfully the dress stopped about mid knee level so it showed off the heels.

You weren’t sure where you and him were going, only that he told you to dress fancy. He looked very handsome in a black suit with a red tie. He grinned like a mad man when he saw you. His large hands found your waist as you snaked your arms around his neck, fingers grazing the hair of his undercut.

“Baby, you look-” He cuts himself off as he moves you to do a little twirl for him. Kiri’s eyes rake over your figure before his eyes meet yours as you twirl back to face him. The smile on his face reaches his eyes, he's looking at you like you’re the love of his life, like you’re a gift to this world.

To him, you are all of those.

Dinner goes well, Eijiro tells you stories that have happened at work recently, you tell him about what you’re learning at college. The entire time he looks at you as if you put the stars in the sky.

He’s so in love with you, it hurts.

🛑 Smut under cut 🛑

After dinner was the fun part. It wasn’t the first time you two did it. But this would be the first time that the two of you were going to have needy, messy sex. Your hands were all over each other, grasping at clothing and skin until your clothes were in balls on the floor.

“Fuck baby, you’re so pretty on your knees.” Kiri panted softly as he looked at you. His lips were swollen with light stains of the lipstick you had worn, his pupils were huge, lust blown. His hand cups your cheek as he stands in front of you, one hand gripping the base of his cock. The tip is red and leaky with dribbles of pre cum.

“Thank you daddy.” You smile and stick out your tongue, his cock is huge. Youre not sure how youre gonna fit the monster in your mouth, the only hope you had was how well he fit in your cunt. Eijiro grins as he smacks the tip of his cock against your tongue.

“Such a messy girl.” He whispers as he licks his lips in anticipation. You slowly take every inch of his cock down your throat, you get about half way before your mouth feels extremely full.

Eijiro lets out a soft groan as his hands tangle in your hair. He bucks his hips into your mouth. Needy. Wanting. He’s doing everything he can to chase his high. You pull back for a moment to talk to him, saliva drips down your chin.

“You can fuck my throat Daddy.”

His brain malfunctions over your words, with one hand he puts his cock back into your mouth as the other has your hair gripped tightly. You let your jaw remain slack as he started to thrust into your mouth.

The feel of your throat gripping his cock is the most euphoric. Drool drips down your chin to between your breasts. The feeling of your gagging satisfies him, the way you clench around his cock. Between your legs is slick, your thighs stick together as you rub them together for friction. You let out a whine as you make eye contact with him, he thrusts harder down your throat, causing you to gag again. This time he holds your head down, nose buried in his neatly trimmed happy trail.

The gagging is what’s pushing him over the edge, he reaches down and wraps his hand around your throat. He can feel himself buried inside. Your head feels light, but it feels too good to tap him on the thigh and make him stop. Without warning, his cum floods down your throat, making you instantly start swallowing.

His breathing is harsh as he pulls out, muscles in his thighs are lightly jerking and a few spurts of cum find their way on your lips and chest.

“Fuck.” He curses as he looks at you, makeup smeared around your face, lips red and puffy, cum dripping down your skin. He can’t help but add to the mix with his spit before he smears the mixture all over your cheeks and mouth.

“So fucking pretty. Gonna make such a mess of you.” He smirks as he lifts you up and lays you on the bed. You have a feeling that the neighbors are gonna have a noise complaint to give your landlord, but in that moment, you couldn’t give a fuck. You were about to be obliterated by your boyfriend's huge cock, and that’s all that mattered to you.

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minjunz · 2 years

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nct dream 00 liners as classmate crushes?

baby’s first request omg i hope i fulfil your wishes <3

nct dream 00 line as your classmates/deskmates!

RENJUN 🌸

takes the prettiest notes and lets you copy them

has a HUGE collection of highlighters and gel pens and stuff

the type that studies for good grades and actually gets good grades

would invite you to his house or a cafe or something to tutor you but he actually just wants to hang out

he’s protective over his stationary but he lets you and only you use it

he doesn’t like gum that much but he always has a packet just so he can offer you some

helps you with everything you’re stuck with even if it’s something super simple

sometimes he ‘accidentally’ gets two drinks from the vending machine or two sweet breads at lunch so he saves one for you. it’s always miraculously your favourite flavour

passively argues with the teacher/professor if either of you get picked on

and anyone else for that matter

during breaks he usually watches his friends play basketball on the sidelines. sometimes he invites you to sit with him to keep him company

he always smells like. fresh. idk how to describe it

you have no idea how his desk and bag are always so organised

he always has warm hands so he lets you hold them if you’re cold

has never missed a day of class

his notes are extra detailed on days you miss so you can understand them clearly

you form an emotional attachment to his long hair and he lets you say a formal goodbye before he cuts it

JENO 🌼

literally always sleeping in class but somehow still passing

you think he’s gonna be one of those annoying jock guys at the start of the year but he’s actually really sweet

also always offers you gum

invites you to come watch him play but he does it really awkwardly and shyly

“um... if you want- i mean i’d.. i’d like you to- uh. to come watch me play... if you’re free i mean.”

spends the whole game looking for you and smiles so wide when he spots you in the crowd

he always has snacks in his bag and will pull them out in the middle of class to share with you

you’ve lost count of the amount of times he’s asked you for a pen. where do all his pens go.

jokingly shoved you once but because he doesn’t realise his own strength you went flying out of your seat. he still apologises for it to this day

he wore his glasses once and felt really insecure but you said you liked it and now he wears them regularly

will literally pick you up and carry you to lunch if you’re too busy studying or writing an essay or something

likes putting stickers on his desk

you got him a sticker sheet once and he treasures it so much he refuses to stick them anywhere

he’ll raise his hand for you if you’re too shy to ask a question

likes playing with your hair (no matter what length it is) but he always asks permission

if you fall asleep instead of him he’ll write notes for you so you won’t have to rush-copy them from him

HAECHAN 🌻

the kinda guy that doesn’t ever study but still gets top grades

you used to be enemies/rivals until you realised he’s actually really nice when he isn’t screaming

if he sees an ugly creature in a textbook he’ll show it to you and say “that’s you.”

sings (screeches) into your ear while you’re trying to take notes

he constantly teased you about having a crush on him to annoy you until you actually did develop a crush. you still have no idea how

calls you an idiot (lightheartedly) if you get confused but still helps you

always on his phone in class

when you’re really focused you won’t catch him staring at you with the dopiest grin on his face

“Donghyuck, look at the board not at Y/N.”

he blushes SO hard and hides his face in his hands (still smiling)

always brings a hoodie or jacket, hoping you’ll be too cold one day and he can offer it like the hero he is

writes dumb little notes like “ur cute” or “u smell” and silently slides them over to you then pokes you until you read them

will try to get you to skip class with him

you gave in once and he made you a daisy chain bracelet in a random field

his desk is so messy oh my god there’s just pure shit all over it all the time

you called him ‘Haechan’ once instead of his real name because you heard his friends call him that

he got really flustered and now he won’t respond if you call him his real name. it must be Haechan

JAEMIN 🌺

the guy that shows up with one black pen and nothing else

he always brings a coffee to class. every single day

he used to bring black coffee until you started trying to steal sips from him (you hated it because who except him would enjoy eight shots of espresso)

he slowly started adjusting his order to your tastes and he didn’t like it at first but now it’s his go-to every day. mainly because you like it

ALWAYS makes sure you ate breakfast. he’ll give you his lunch if you didn’t

either has you or jeno carry any books he needs that day

he’s always late to class so you make sure your notes are readable for him

he asked you to walk home with him once but he forgot and started walking by himself while you waited

he sprinted back for you when he realised and you ended up having to wait another 5 minutes for him to catch his breath

he makes his own lunch and sometimes (every time) pretends he made too much so you can have some

leans into you and whines when he gets bored/fed up in class

always taking candid pictures of you and saying “woooww. model.”

would get you chocolate on valentines and say it’s “just obligatory because you’re my friend” even though he doesn’t get anyone else chocolate

you constantly have to remind him what page or what line you’re on

literally how is he not failing

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rereisstuff · 1 year

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H.S.K.T !

summary: Johnny is there to pick you up after filming, but unexpectedly someone joins you.

pairing: idol!reader (part of red velvet)x idol!johnny

you meet Johnny while doing side requests as Red Velvet was on time out.

as the host of Nct 127 World Premiere Sticker you were sitting between the nine guys but Johnny was the one that teased and talked the most to you; at the end he left all that confidence behind and sent Haechan to ask Yeri for your number.

now, after almost a year there he was, picking you up from the ‘Birthday’ set excusing himself as your boyfriend.

“is it disrespectful to tell you that you look extremely fine?”

“no, a lot of people is going to say it online anyways”

Johnny frowned in annoyance as he literally threw himself over you in a weird but warm hug.

“i missed you” He mumbled into your neck causing you to laugh because of the tickles.

“i missed you too cutie”

“i want to take you out to eat” Johnny said as he straightened to grab your shoulders “but like, right now, in this outfit”

“super discrete huh?” You raised your eyebrows as Johnny started to take of his jacket to put it in your shoulders.

“where are you going? I wanna go too!” Yerim arrived running with that cute childish vibe of her.

“no, Joohyun unnie is looking for you” You tried to get rid of the maknae but she linked her arm with you.

“no she didn’t, I’m going with you”

you exchanged looks with Johnny and rising his shoulders he kissed your temple and started walking with his arm around your shoulders.

“you know what! I’m calling Haechan!” Yeri squealed happily as she jumped on the backseat so you gave an apologetic look at Johnny.

“it’s fine, we could dismiss any rumor”

“or create a bigger one”

“let’s go to dinner with our parents Hyuk!”

#idol au #kpop idol #nct x reader #nct imagines #johnny

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cowboylikelils · 4 months

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hi oh my gosh!!! can i plsplspls request ☃️ for the marauders!

i'm a girl (into guys!!) & my favourite colour is pink! i'm told i'm both 5&70 years old, if that makes any sense. i also have asd! oh & am a proud gryffindor! i super duper appreciate literature - quite literally am a book HOARDER. i'm quite shy to be honest, but still somehow constantly embarrassing myself (like how i was thinking to type that i can't finish a full jacket potato then realised that was completely irrelevant) ☝️ i love school, and studying, and chocolate. i have some fish & a dog! i only own one pair of jeans as i'm more a skirt/dress-y person, yet i find it hard to find cute shoes to match my outfits. i can't stand tv or movies most of the time - i get bored!! i frequently volunteer! lovelove taylor swift & the beatles. i'm super crafty & have two zillion & a half scrapbooks and as many stickers and bits to fill them with. i can talk for ages & ages about something that is of interest OR EVEN disinterest to me... & apparently i'm a very "enthusiastic" person by nature???? i like people who challenge me, intellectually, socially, what not, my brain needs to keep working!! but on the flipside i like to relax sometimes and value that too. gosh i hope this isn't too much but enough at the same time.

thank you sososos much, lavalavayouuuu

𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊

a/n: hii!! im so sorry this took too long for me to reply, i hope you'll enjoy it

would get jealous of your dog

would listen to taylor swift for you but ended up to be a swiftie as well

loves to yap but loves it even more when youre the one talking

#marauders era #marauders #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black fluff #⋆꙳•❅*• lilys xmas

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crypticjackal13 · 2 years

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Mei x reader? HEAR ME OUT what if the reader was half human and half dragon? Mei would be so thrilled with the idea that her s/o is a bit like her. They would cuddle all day long and be super cute together AAAaa. (I just love mei too much)

aajdgsd YES GENIUS

GN HALF DRAGON READER X MEI

Hhhhh she's ECSTATIC that you're kinda like her!!! When she first finds out(whether you tell her outright or if you're just hanging out with your tail swinging by the floor and she sees), she asks a billion questions

In turn, she tells you about her family history too, and you guys go to a park or something so she can show you her dragon powers!

I'm just imagining the fight against Macaque on the flying ship when she beats him up with her dragon, imagine his surprise when there is TWO OF THEM

(DRAGON TALES DRAGON TALES--)(am I referencing coralanimates from TikTok? Perhaps)

Please let her play with your tail. She will put stickers on it and everything

If you have wings and can fly, take her with you!!! She doesn't mind heights!!!

Her parents are probably interested in your origins/heritage, but they're probably less interested in you dating their daughter

She likes napping with you. I think that dragons are naturally warm, unless they're specifically from a cold region, so who's gonna stop her from enjoying your body heat during the cold months?

Cute concept: Mei kissing you(already cute) but if you have wings and wrap yourselves up in them while you kiss???? ADORABLE

If you breathe fire. She will ask you to do arson with her. I don't make the rules, she's an arson gal

She finds cute accessories that will go with your dragony colors!

You two have matching jackets that have a dragon on the back of them in your respective colors

We love her 😍

#lego monkie kid #lmk headcanon #lego monkie kid headcanons #lmk #mei lmk #lmk x reader #mei x reader

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unluckyhoneybee · 2 years

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The Handsome Artist. 7. (Daniel Ricciardo)

A nice dinner. Abigail and Daniel have their first date. Or is it the second? Fluff.

MASTERLIST. Moodboards and Playlist.

Previous part: Beers and music.

Note: Abigail's outfit. Also, Charlotte is finally making her first appearance! Kind of.

Warning: hospital; stitches.

"Get dressed nicely. You need to feel good with yourself if you want to have fun. It's a date. You don't have to marry him. Just test the waters, enjoy and then you decide what you want to do next."

That's what Jennifer had told me on our last session. And there I was, dressed on a pretty dress.

I had chosen it carefully from my wardrobe. I had bought it long ago. So long ago. When I was dating Arnie. But he didn't like it. He hated it.

Molly had told me to wear it. "Arnie was a dick. He was a cunt. Like for real. He fucked everything. He hurt you. Just be like Diana. Let this be your revenge dredd"

And here I was, with the soft blue dress hanging nicely around me and feeling pretty. Really pretty.

Daniel hadn't told me where he was taking me. He just said I know a place. So I was nervous, a bit anxious even. It was a weird feeling. I was really really impaciente for the message. I just wanted him to arrive already. And at the same time I was terrified because I didn't want it go wrong. He was so nice that sometimes it seemed unreal.

Bing!

"Shit"

I ran around the house looking for my phone. I found it in the bathroom.

The Handsome Artist: hey, I'm here.

I bit my lip and another message came.

The Handsome Artist: I'm nervous.

I chuckled a bit and ran to grab my bag. I had never gone down those stairs so fast.

When I found him outside, he was looking inside the shop through the glass.

Daniel was looking so good. He was wearing a denim jacket over some t-shirt, tight black jeans and some vans. On his neck, not one but three chains adorned his caramel skin.

"Hey" I said.

He turned to me and both of us smiled. His checks got pink and he stretched his hands nervously, looking at me with a smile and checking my outfit.

I bit my lip and waited for some reaction.

"Hey..." He breathed out. "You look so so pretty"

Oh nice. Niiice. Super nice. Don't laugh like a kid, please.

"T-thank you" I walked a bit closer and clasped my hands together.

"You look so nice two." I took a better look now that I was closer and yes. He was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. "I like the chains"

Yep. Nervous Abi, didn't had a filter.

"Do you?"

I nodded.

"I'm glad. I carefully chose them for the occasion"

I laughed.

"Good choice."

Daniel took a step closer.

"A hug?"

I laughed nervously when he opened his arms.

Fuck it.

"Of course"

He gave me a tight hug that ended way to soon, leaving me with a tingle on my back where his hands had fallen.

"Let's go. I got my bike with me" He said moving his eyebrows and picking two helmets from the floor.

"Bike? As a motor bike"

He nodded.

I was wearing a dress. A short short dress.

"Are you scared?" Daniel asked worried.

"Um...no. But..." I picked the edge of my dress and moved it a bit. "Not the best outfit, right?"

"Oh Shit! I should have warned you"

"I can go and change." I suggested picking the keys. I didn't want to fuck his plans. I didn't want to start like this.

His hand grabbed mine.

"You look way too pretty. I can't let you do that"

I blushed.

"I won't look." He said. "Plus. We won't go too fast"

I nodded.

"Okay."

Without letting my hand go, he took me to the other side of the corner. There was a huge black bike. Huge. One of those that pass you on the road way too fast.

"Um... Maybe I'm a little scared" I said looking at that thing.

He laughed.

"How can you be scared of the cutest bike in the whole city"

"That's not..."

He pulled a bit more and we passed the big bike and a car.

"Oh"

A mint green vespa with a Ric sticker on the front was parked there.

"Okay, it's the cutest bike in Los Angeles."

He laughed proud of his little vespa.

"Well. What do you say?"

I smiled. It was so cute, so tiny. I wouldn't have imagined he would come to pick me on a vespa.

"Let's go"

"Cheers"

He passed me a helmet and put his on. He secured it under his chin.

"Let me"

He did mine and smiled. I was blushing hard.

"You look cute" He said.

"Shut up..." I whispered turning a bit. I heard his soft laugh.

Daniel sat in the vespa.

"Okay, hands on my shoulders and hop on the back."

I swallowed. I did as he told me, feeling his strong shoulders under my hands. I sat carefully and fixed my dress.

"Okay. Grab into me. Wherever you want but my arms."

"Um. Okay"

Slowly, I slide my hands around his waist. He was strong. Not only his shoulders. I could feel how toned he was, how hard his muscles were and I found myself wondering how they would look like.

The vespa's sound pulled me out of my thoughts. We started moving and I grabbed him tighter.

"Don't worry, Abi. You won't fall" He said turning his face to me.

"Look in front of you, Danny. Eyes on the road."

He laughed.

"I'm good at this. Just enjoy!"

He was driving down in Venice direction, I didn't even know were. The soft sea breeze was relaxing and it brought Danny's perfume to my nose, which was delicious. It felt good to be this close to him.

"Where are we going?"

"I know a place!"

"What place?"

"You will like it!"

I bit my lip and looked over his shoulder. It didn't took us long to arrive, Daniel was gracely avoiding the traffic.

He parked in one of Venice Beach parkings.

He climbed down and gave me a helping hand. I jumped down.

"Welcome to Venice Beach"

I chuckled.

"I live in Santa Monica. I have grown in there"

He rolled his eyes.

"Don't ruin the mood, Abi."

We took the helmets off and he put them on the box.

"Okay, ready?"

"For what?"

"For a nice dinner in the most beautiful place in Venice"

I smiled while my heart beat faster.

"I am"

"Perfect. Follow me then"

We walked around the first streets, loosing the sea view soon. There was a lot of people, usual for a Friday night. There was music and everyone seemed happy. But the crowd got bigger as we walked.

Not wanting to get lost in the middle of this mess, and feeling slightly overwhelmed by the people, I reached foward. Gently and feeling more brave than I'd ever did, I brushed my fingers with his. Daniel took the hint quite fast and opened his hand. His long fingers moved over mine. I looked down at our hands. His fingers were so much longer, his palm wider. Mine looked smaller and my skin was less cared. It was funny how in those books and films the guy always had more worked hands and the girl always had the soft ones. Somehow, tables were turned now.

Maybe he doesn't like them.

But he threaded his fingers with mine and ran his thumb over my skin. It wasn't even the first time we holded hands. My breath got caught in my throat even though.

"You are cute" He said pulling me closer.

He only made me blush with that.

"Pretty"

"Shut up..."

Daniel was cheeky and flirty. He had carisma and a huge personality. He was maybe too much for me.

"Ah here we are." He pulled me out of my thoughts by gently tugging my hand.

"What is this?"

The place was grey. It wasn't really inviting.

"You brought me to a meth lab?"

He laughed hard. So hard. His free hand was on his chest and he had tears on his eyes.

"OH, Abi. Shit. I wasn't expecting that."

It made me laugh to. Laugh and blush like mad. I had made him laugh like that.

"You'll like it. I promise. Don't judge a book by the cover"

I followed him to the inside and the moment we crossed the door I let a gasp out. The restaurant was perfect. There were plants everywhere. Real plants. Tropical plants. The walls were painted in bright colors and everything was so packed with things. Little sculptures, paintings, lots of lamps... The place was truly beautiful.

I was so stunned by the decoration, that I hadn't notice how Daniel had left my hand go and grabbed my waist instead. It made me dizzy. It felt good. Correct.

"I told you" He whispered on my ear and I shivered.

"I-it's perfect."

"Daniel!"

We looked to the side. A man, Pierre I think, was coming to us.

"Hey mate!"

Daniel gave him a side hug, not letting me go.

"She is Abigail" Daniel introduced me with a smile.

I reached my hand to the guy and he gave me a little kiss in the knuckles.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Pierre"

"Nice to meet you too"

When Pierre, who was obviously French, let my hand go, he gave Danny a look and a side smile.

"You have a reservation, I suppose."

"Obviously. I called last week."

"Come with me. I already know which table you have"

Pierre guided us to some metallic stairs. Danny took my hand and helped me so I wouldn't fall.

I was nervous as hell.

Pierre opened a door and I gasped. There was a beautiful terrace in there. It was also full of plants. It was so perfect. The chairs were made of wicker and the tables were wooden. Some things were unmatched but it was beautiful anyway.

Daniel looked down at me.

"Nice?"

"Perfect." I answered smiling like a kid.

Pierre took us to our table, a little separated from the others and almost completely surrounded by plants. You could tell we were close to the sea by the salty breeze and we had a beautiful view of the sunset sky.

"A special one?" I heard Pierre whisper. Probably he didn't want me to hear.

"The special one" Daniel answered in a low voice.

I turned my back to them so they wouldn't see me blush. I was burning, my heart was beating so hard and I felt dizzy.

The special one. What did he even meant? How could he say something like that when we had just met? How could he when I wasn't special?

"Here, the menu. I will come back with your drinks"

I turned.

"Drinks?"

Daniel gave me a weird look as Pierre left.

"Where were you, Abi? I ordered a couple of beers. A mate of my has a brewery and they sell it here."

I blushed.

"It's okay." He shrugged. "The place it's beautiful, isn't it?"

He moved my chair and I sat.

"Thanks. It's perfect. It's like the most beautiful restaurant I've been at."

"I knew it. They did a good job here" He sat in front of me "And thinking about how you are a botanist and plant doctor and all... It was the place"

I smiled.

"People don't think about that usually." I said.

"How could they not? You scream I work between plants."

I chuckled.

"Do I?"

"You do. When you told me? It made sense. I really thougt it was a hobby. You were a plant mum. Turns out that you are a plant doctor. And creator."

He made me laugh.

"Well, yes."

"You have a cool aura."

"OH wow, thank you. So do you"

He smiled.

"What aura do I have?"

I took a deep breath and pinched my lips.

"Well, you are very calming. I don't know how to explain. You are happy, right? You always seem happy. And you are always smiling. That's calming. And really, you are cool. You seem cool. Like this cool tattoo artist from West Hollywood with bunch of friends. And a cool bike"

He had a huge smile on his face.

"Well, thank you. But I'm not really that cool." He shrugged off.

"You are." I insisted with a low voice and looking down at my beer. "You really are. Much cooler than me."

His hand fell in front of me.

"How is that?"

"I only have one- sorry, two friends." I said remembering our conversation on the beach. "I have two friends and live on a plant store."

He sighed and grabbed my hand.

Why was I even getting like this?

"Let me tell you that you are really really cool and to only have two friends means nothing. You are your own person. And I like that. I like your rings and the way you do you hair. And your clothes. And you little card with instructions for Elisa"

Don't cry. Don't cry, please.

"You are really cool. I only date cool people" He winked at me and I laughed. "There are so many different ways of being cool. And I like you way."

Oh fuck. He is awesome. He has to be. How the fuck am I gonna do this?

His fingers moved over mine and let myself reach my other hand to touch the rose. I ran the tip of my finger over the shapes and felt how he was looking at me.

I swallowed and looked up. I met his brown warm eyes.

"I should have a vespa to be that cool." I whispered and he chuckled.

"Well. Yeah, you may buy a vespa, but it won't be as cute as mine"

I laughed.

"That's better" He said pinching the back of my hand.

Fuck, I love holding hands.

I bit my lip.

"I have questions" He said.

I lift my eyebrows.

"Can I answer them?"

"I hope so"

I smiled. Was I ready to open to him? Maybe, maybe not. But I had to try. I had promised to Jennifer to try.

"Right. You live on the shop. The little apartment. How so? How do you get your boss to let you life there?"

I smiled.

"Charlotte is not only my boss. She is also my aunt. Aunt Charlotte. The only family I have"

His lips opened and his grasp on my hand tightened.

"Fuck. I-I didn't..."

"It's okay"

"Is it? I don't want to bring back bad memories"

I sighed.

"I don't remember much about them" I said referring to my parents. "We lost them when I was two"

"I'm sorry"

"Thank you" I took a deep breath. "But it's okay. It has always been us. And I have been the happiest girl. I had the best childhood and I never felt like there was something missing"

Were those tears on his eyes?

"Did you grow at the shop?"

"I did. We didn't live there, though. She has her own house some streets up. It's pretty similar to the shop. Typical building in Santa Monica. Two floors, she has a cool neighbor who lives on the second. She is happy there."

"Is it too much too ask about yours? I'm intrigued"

"Well, it wasn't an apartment on it's origin. It was empty, Charlotte only kept some materials in there. But when I was probably ten or so she got the idea and she came one day like, this will be yours. And we started buying stuff. Everything is second hand or rescued from the trash."

He gasped.

"Really? You built it?"

"I did not build anything, just saved a few pieces from here and there and fixed them." I shrugged it.

"Mate, you started getting your home ready for you at 10. You made your furniture what it is. That's awesome. How can you say you are not cool?"

I chuckled.

"Have you decided what you want?"

We looked up at Pierre like a deer on a road.

"No?"

"We forgot about that little detail" Daniel said.

I blushed and laughed softly.

"Well, in that case, Yuki wants to choose. He sent me here." Pierre said laughing.

"Okay. I trust the little man"

"Nice. We will bring your food soon"

Pierre left and I looked at Daniel before checking the menu.

"Japanese? I thought it was French?"

"Nah, Pierre is just a pretty face to being people. He owns the half of it or something like that. Yuki is the chef. Japanese blood and a too much culinary talent fitted in a meter and a half tall guy"

"Wow."

"He is good. Trust me."

"I do"

He smiled.

I took a sip of my beer and looked at him.

"More questions?"

He smiled.

"What's your favorite plant? You said Argelian Ivy was your favorite Ivy but not your favorite plant"

My pulse went crazy.

"Ferns. I love ferns. I don't care what kind. I love them all"

"Right. Ferns. Noted"

I blushed like mad. He was really interested in me. He was interested in my plants. Oh Danny.

"A-and you?" I asked all shy.

"Me?"

"Why are you here?"

He sighed.

"A bunch of things."

Was that sadness on his eyes?

"You can tell me other day"

"No. It's just... I'm far from home. I left when I was was barely a teen. I went to Europe and started some courses. I worked a part time job in a bar and another in a studio. I was on reception. I never tattooed there. Then I started with piercings, which I hate. It's so... Ugh"

I chuckled.

"Don't laugh, it's weird to make hole in nipples"

"Sorry, sorry"

Pierre brought the first plate and left. It was delicious.

"And where are you from?"

"Perth" He answered proud. "Beautiful west coast"

"Must be beautiful"

"It is. Los Angeles remind me to what I call home. That's why I love this so much"

"Awesome" I swallowed. "Your family..."

"Dad, Mum, Michelle and I. Dad is Italian actually. And I have a nice and a nephew. Isabelle and Isaac."

His eyes lit up with happiness and I melted only a little bit.

"I missed them so much. It's hard. I have been away for so long and it's not easy."

I wanted to get up and hug him.

"I try to visit as much as possible. And they are visiting soon. So..."

I smiled.

"All of them?"

"Yes. All of them."

"That's fantastic."

"It is. They supported me a lot. And I owe them everything. So whenever I can I try to have them over here. They weren't so sure I could make it good. I wanted to go to Europe because this amazing artist I followed were there. I wanted to learn from them"

"Did you?"

He nodded happily.

"I stayed in Italy for a while, then went to England. I met Lewis there. I made awesome friends. Most of them live also here. I got Mike and Blake. My aussies with me here. They are a part from home."

"Are you happy?"

"I am. So happy. Lewis is truly one of the bests. When he told me to leave the studio I was working on and open Ham&Avo with him I knew I had taken the right decision. I miss home, yes. But I have amazing things here too. I can call this home too."

I smiled.

"I'm happy to hear that."

He played with my fingers.

"I have a good life. I live with Mike in a nice house we rent together. I love my job..."

"And you are really good at it"

He looked down at my chest, where the tattoo peeked out of the dress. The he cleared his throat and looked into my eyes again.

"Thank you"

I smiled.

"It's nothing. I'm only saying the truth."

"Oh stop..." He was blushing.

I bit my lip. I liked him way too much and it felt too early. It felt to soon to be like this. How could I go through it all after what happened? How could I have it all after what happened?

"Hey, are you there?"

I blinked fast.

"Yes, sorry" I cleared my throat and drank some beer.

"Are you liking it?"

"So much, the food is amazing" I said with a smile.

"It really is. So... I got 5 stars for our first date?"

I smiled but... I'm taking the lady on a coffee date!

"First?"

He looked confused.

"Wait..."

I blushed.

"The coffee date" We said at the same time.

"Wait, wait, wait. Did you thought it was a date? You wanted it to be a date?" He asked surprised.

"Well, but... You said it was a coffee date but I didn't know if it was a date date. And... I don't know. I'm sorry"

I was so embarrassed.

"Sorry? No, no, no, baby. Don't be. I was just... I don't want to press things. I didn't want to press you."

He said and grabbed my hand.

"So..."

"You wanted it to be a date?" He asked in a low voice.

I just nodded.

"Fuck yes. I wanted too. A pity Charlotte and the rich woman..."

My phone rang. Unknown number.

"Answer, maybe it's important."

"Abigail Hopper?"

"Yes."

"We call from Marina del Rey Hospital. Are you a familiar of Charlotte Hopper?"

I felt a shiver run down my back.

"Y-yes"

"Abi?"

Daniel looked worriedly at me.

"Charlotte Hopper came to the hospital half an hour ago. She had an accident at home."

"W-what?"

"She called the ambulance because she hitted her head. Right now she is on observation and stable, but she has a concussion and has to spend the night here. We need a familiar to come and pick her tomorrow and..."

"Is she okay?"

"Yes. She..."

"Couldn't have you just started with that? Fuck. Um... Can I go now?"

"Yes you can b-"

"Fine"

I finished the call and got up.

"I-I have to leave. Somehow Charlotte had an accident at home and... Fuck she is in the hospital and..."

He got up and grabbed my shoulders.

"It's okay. Let's go."

"N-no don't..."

"Yes"

He took my hand and we both went downstairs.

"Wow guys, was it that bad?"

"Mate, we have an emergency. I'll come back tomorrow to pay and all."

I felt bad. He had prepared this. He was excited. It was our first-second date and it was ruined.

"Danny..." I tried to stop him when we were outside. I wanted to take a taxi, to go alone. He didn't had to come and pick Charlotte to the hospital. It wasn't fair.

He cupped my cheeks and I panted.

"Abi. It's okay. Let's go. How is she? It's too bad?"

"N-no... She is okay but... She is always like this"

"Okay. Let's go. It will be fine." He kissed my forehead and soon we were on the vespa on our way to the hospital.

Once there, he took my hand on his again. When we arrived to the hall, we went to the nurses.

"I come to see Charlotte Hooper. I'm her niece"

The woman checked the computer.

"Yes. She is on observation but will be out soon. She got examined and has a little concussion. Just go to the waiting room there. The doctor will call you"

Danny and I went and sit there. I couldn't stop tapping my foot on the floor.

"Hey"

I felt his fingers on my hair, tucking a curl behind my ear. I looked at him.

"Thank you..." I whispered.

"It's fine. Really. I owe you a dinner though."

"No. I owe you a dinner. It's my aunt who messed our second date"

"After messing the first" He said smiling. I did too.

"Yeah. Maybe the third..."

He chuckled.

"We should invite her to the third"

I rolled my eyes.

His hands grabbed mine, both.

"I had a really good time. Short but good. I loved talking to you"

I swallowed.

"I-I did too"

The room was cold, but the goosebumps on my skin weren't because of it.

"Don't worry about this. The most important thing is that Charlotte is okay. We can go dinner again whenever you want."

I nodded and a little drop fell down my tear. I cleaned it.

"One of this days she will literally scare me to death" I said half laughing.

"She has accidents often?"

"She is way too hyperactive. She is 68 and broke her hip some years ago. How? Trying to change a light bulb from a booth. The doctor told her to be careful. Only 9 months later she decided to ride the bike she hadn't touched since I left kindergarten."

"A messy woman?"

"Yes. The messiest. Once the ambulance guy joked about how he should park close just in case..."

"Oh jeez."

"She will like you. And you will like her. I'm sure. She is a ray of sunshine" I whispered, suddenly becoming aware of what I had said.

He touched my hair.

"If she is just half amazing as you are I'm sure."

I looked down at my hand. Was it too serious?

"Family of Charlotte Hopper?"

"Me"

I got up.

"Fine, good evening. She is fine, but she has to stay the night. Just in case. She has a concussion, it's not bad. She needed stitches though."

I sighed exasperated.

"You can stay the night here."

I nodded.

"Thank you doctor."

"She is asleep. But we will wake her up each 2 hours to check the symptoms"

I nodded. Long night...

"See you, Ms Hopper."

"Thank you, doctor" I repeated.

He left and soon I felt something fall on my shoulders. Danny's jean jacket.

I turned to him.

"Dan..."

"Keep it for tonight. It's bloody freezing here"

"No I..."

"I'm not fighting. Do you have anyone to pick you tomorrow?"

Molly was out of town visiting her family so that meant no.

"We can take a taxi. Or I will go home to pick the truck. It's okay"

"Nope. Text me when you wake up and I will come"

I looked at him in the eyes. It wasn't worthy fighting, right?.

"If you don't do it, I will get suuuper angry." He said smirking. "I can call the Tickle monster. You won't like it. Isabella and Isaac say he is horrible."

I chuckled.

"Okay."

"Fantastic. Have good night."

He leaned and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes for as long as it lasted.

"Thank you" I whispered.

"It's nothing."

He walked me to the door and left after kissing my cheek. Somehow, I felt like flying. I felt on the clouds. And the fall was so fucking terrifying.

Aaaaaaaah. I love them so so much. You can't imagine besties.

The idea is to get a shorter and lighter chapter next. We will see.

Next part: Bug Eyes.

#Daniel Ricciardo #Dr #Tattoo artist! Au #The Handsome Artist #Fic

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mindrole · 7 months

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azuma design notes that are disjointed and arent supposed to create a specific cohesive image, but i list them nonetheless (fake and from my brain of course. none of this is real. post assumes shirou-chan and wadachi-chan are the same person)

the bangs should be long. no 5head... ill be so devastated. i don't like peek-a-bangs most of the time, there are a few exceptions like shermie from kof... anyway the bangs are a little too long and over the eyes but they're also a little messy. moe.

pre-fragmentation, maybe his hair was cream colored. of course the series usually leans towards hair colors that make sense, probably to contrast with the unnatural colors of theodore and the fragments, but its ok if its coffee cream color right? thats almost brown. ITS MOE.

maybe in his shirou era he had short hair all the way until minoru was working for him. but around 2018, let it grow out, maybe into a ponytail. or maybe the other way around...??? i cant decide at all, but i think as long as its not super short ever, and is fluffy, i would be happy

not a megane at all, but he wears reading glasses. "i usually wear contacts..." and all that

jacket over the shoulders maybe

there should be a fanggggg....!!!!! i dont care!!! were aiming for moe, so it has to be a fang!!! also hatsutori (in the line stickers) and miwa (in the com website artwork) both seem to have a fang, so i wonder if all the fragments have it. anyway azuma should have a fang... absolutely

very clean. very fashionable. a figure you can admire because he looks very put together. this also creates contrast with the shrimp ahoge..........

all the fragments have tsurime ish eyes, even hatsutori, so azuma having softer tareme eyes while being kind of a dummy with a cute-handsome face while having a terrible personality... yeah, really the kind of character that someone can call "wadachi-chan" in jest

he was stabbed pre-fragmentation, of course we have no idea where it was, but it should leave a scar. there is absolutely a scar somewhere...!!! (i think shoulder, above the chest or collarbone is the most moe)

#absolutely deranged post #being dropped into hell as we speak

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pbandjesse · 8 months

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We are just leaving Jason and Jackie's wedding! It was such a nice event. I wish we could stay longer but it's a long drive home and James has work in the morning. So we are on the road again.

Today was great. Mostly. It did actually feel like fall which was really nice but I was not prepared for it and froze half to death at the market.

I did sleep a little better. But I woke up at 6 and had to use the bathroom so I stumbled over to the bathroom and was a me to sleep for a little after which was something at least.

I got home for real at 710. I got washed and dressed and wore my yellow shorts romper and a big black Henley shirt. I was like. This will be great. Socks and birks. I am so comfortable.

And I would be for a bit. We got outside and James had already put my market box in the car. And we headed to get bagels.

I always like sam's bagels. But it is always super tough to find somewhere to park. James would go inside and got bagels and we headed to the market.

And I was pretty good at first. We got my table set up. James went to royal farms to get me a drink and themselves some snacks. And they headed inside. But then the wind picked up.

I was fighting for my life at times. Just everything trying to fly off my table. Specifically my stickers. I would ask James to bring me some paperclips and that would help but it was still a struggle the entire morning.

And I was getting cold. Thankfully I keep a jacket in the car now. So I was still cold and pretty uncomfortable but it wasn't as bad as it could have been.

Callie was there and I was so happy to see her. She looked great and I had been worried after her break up the other week. She gave me a broken dalia to press. Love when she's at the market.

It was really the highpoint of the market though because it was dead dead. Like really bad. Rosia came by in the morning to say hi and she was my only sale of the day. She got one of my last piggies. And some stickers. She loves the museum designs. She always makes me feel really good about my work.

But that was my only sale. Ah well. I worked on some sewing. But mostly I just talked to Ann and Cj and fought the wind and the rain.

In contrast it was very busy inside. They had a free day at the museum but also had the children's entrepreneur market. That is usually outside but the museum decided it should be inside. Which with the weather was smart but Stanley would come out and tell us how overwhelming it was in there. I would go in to check it out and man it was very very full. But it was cute seeing the kids work.

You could really tell which parents are "helping" and have intense branding and perfect set ups. And then there are the kids that are clearly doing it on their own and have cardboard signs. It was all still very cute.

I would be pretty uncomfortable outside. But I knew it wasn't forever. I tried to just be cozy best I could and be positive. I did give out some business cards and have nice conversations. But it was very cold still and it was hard to not focus on it.

One really cute thing that happened was when a little toddler girl who I have talked to a little before made a beeline for me and gave me a big hug. Just holding onto my leg. I was just like. This is great. And her mom was like I am so sorry! And I'm like no this is the best I have been chosen. But she took her away. But not even a second after she put her back down she ran back across the pavilion and hugged me again! It was so cute!! What a sweety. While this was happening we were also explaining to her slightly older brother that the things I make are for money and he kept pointing at things and saying "this for money. And this for money. Will it still be for money next week?" Such cute kids.

It started pouring. So now it was raining and crazy windy. And basically everyone was like. We should leave early. The market should close early. And it wasn't an all at once but around noon everyone started packing up. I waited until 1215. I would check in with James. They asked me to go get them a coffee for the road. So after I packed up and gave Callie a big hug. And then I drove across the street for coffee.

I got James pumpkin spice and also used pumpkin spice cream. I got bugles for myself and a donut for them. And then back to the museum to wait for James to be done.

We only ended up leaving about 5 minutes later then we had hoped. I drove us home and when we got back to our neighborhood we saw so many bikes! Because it is open doors Baltimore this weekend and you can tour some of the old homes. Which is very neat but I never know when it's happening so I'm always surprised.

But we quickly headed upstairs to get ready. James wasn't going to get changed until we got there so they wouldn't be to wrinkly. But I washed my face and did my makeup and got dressed and I felt so hot. Like wildly attractive. Which felt super good. Like I haven't been doing much makeup lately and that was nice to see and then the dress just fits me so well and I come out of our room and James is like

Woah you look hot. And I'm like you are so lucky to be married to me and we had a nice laugh.

James made me a grilled cheese because my hands had started shaking. And once I finished eating that we said goodbye to Sweetp and got back on the road.

We were in the car by 150. And were scheduled to get there at 4. With the wedding starting at 430.

And at first everything was great. The first hour went smoothly. Besides James being dramatic listening to the baseball game, it was a smooth ride. I was listening a YouTube video doc and watching the world go by. But after that first hour all of a sudden almost 30 minutes were added to our trip?? So then we were like. Okay Google please give us an alternate. And it did but everyone else was trying to take the exit and being very unsafe. But our new eta got us at the venue at 415. Only adding 10 minutes. We had to make a stop to get gas. But we handled it well and got to the venue. Where James found someone in the wedding party they recognized and they were able to tell us where to park.

But this also lead to a rumor that James was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. But once we parked they quickly changed and looked so handsome.

I was a little teetery on my heels but I was feeling super cute. I'm really glad I brought my little jacket because it was chilly. But we were in our seats at 428.

And it was a lovely wedding. I really do love seeing wedding and seeing what people do or chose not to do. This couple had a lot of like nerdy movie and show references. They had a friend read a lovely poem about how love is like having a puppy. It was very sweet.

I felt a little weird at cocktail hour. There wasn't really any nonalcoholic options I wanted. Only ginger beer? Which as gross to me but whatever. I spent most of the hour talking to the few people we knew there. Diaz, Joselyn, Xavier, Kaitlyn, and Yona. It was fun hanging out with them and having a little crew. But at time I needed to just not be around everyone

And went to explore the flowers. And there were some really excellent flowers. They had a pollinator garden and a medicinal garden and I had fun taking pictures and checking those out. Then returning to the group to show them the pictures I took. Made my own fun.

Me and James took pictures but I was struggling to find something to prop my phone on plus there were a lot of lighting issues so I didn't get as many pictures that I loved as I hoped. But it's all good. I still got a few.

There was slight drama when we found out one of the guys that was supposed to be there wasn't because him and his girlfriend broke up in a very explosive way and he was just super shocking because not an hour before we were talking about his relationship and how he has basically become a step dad and it was just super surprising how quickly it changed.

We all walked to the reception after that. The couple looked so nice. I was really happy for them. Their were slight hiccups. But mostly it was great. The groomsmen came in like secret agents and the bridesmaids had a whole dance to Shania Twain. It was all very silly but I liked it.

The food was excellent. They had a pizza truck and it was wood fire and really good. We also had some pasta and salad. I was really enjoying the chatting and the being silly. Diaz had a baseball game on and I was ragging on him for being to loud but it was all in good fun.

We would dance and that was fun. I always like dancing with James. Me and Kaitlyn and Joselyn realized pretty quickly we sent the guys away to take their group picture at the wrong time because it was the first slow song but that's fine. There are worse things to miss. It was very cute to see them doing a big group hug with all the guys from the fraternity. They are so sweet.

I saw people at the dessert table and was like. Yes. It is time for cake pops. And because they had little baggies I got two of every flavor to share with James. Which was go many cake. All's but it was so fun and silly so it didn't matter. I made James laugh with all of them.

Me and Joselyn conspired to take our cups with us. And I spent some time just dancing by myself while James went to give goodbye hugs. But around 830 we were out.

We wandered in the dark to the car. I enjoyed seeing the stars. James got changed again and I was happy to take my heels off. I had fallen out of them while we were getting dinner and hurt my ankle again so I was happy to be bare foot.

And that's where I am not. I am enjoying the ride but I am also really looking forward to being home and going to sleep. I have been texting my brother and Jess and enjoying the podcast James picked. I feel full of love and really happy. I just feel lucky to have the life I have with James. I am so happy for the new couple. I hope they have a great night.

We will be home in an hour or so. And quickly to bed after that. I don't know what tomorrow will hold but I hope it's a good day.

Sleep well everyone. Be safe out there.

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