#cute romance

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ᴡʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄʀɪꜱɪꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ?

Milo Lamoree is livin’ the glamorous life of a sex shop sales rep, forever explaining to grown adults what they should and should not be sticking inside of themselves and/or others. He’s not doing any sticking himself—his demisexuality hasn’t exactly enticed any “hot young singles in your area.” Considering his clientele’s wackadoo misconceptions about anatomy, etc., it’s not like Milo has the leftover energy to fall in love, anyway.

…Well, too bad.

Stevie Hart has heard it said that being bisexual means you have more options, meanwhile she’s experienced that not at all. Her love life is all unsolicited—ahem—pics (you know the ones) and straight couples looking for an experimental third. No thanks. When you’re already managing your own agoraphobia, who has time to deal with whatever’s going on with those people? Falling in love isn’t worth the mess.

…Until it is.

Along with their meddling mutual friends, Possibly The Worst Ex In The World, and a totally bangin’ soundtrack, Stevie and Milo hit every major identity crisis (sexual, spiritual, existential, you get it) on their way to finding each other—and themselves.

(And if they happen to also find the best title of an adult film while they’re at it? That’s just the rainbow sprinkles on top.)

𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙦𝙪𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙚-𝙤𝙛-𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙚𝙭 𝙩𝙤𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚/𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨—𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙪𝙥.

[lexie-zs1]

Some info on pinky

He's biased on rhodochrosite, they have such pretty pinks and raspberry coloring.

It is known as a "Stone of the Compassionate Heart" and he really takes that fact from grace and runs with it. He's always worked with the pebbles and he still does in his spare time.

Hes always has been compassionate the way that he lost one of his left legs was helping a pebble who got stuck when he was younger. The leg had always been kinda weak because it developed incorrectly in his egg. The accident where he saved a pebble is where it finally gave out for good.

His main focus since graces arrival is trying to help the star savior because he can "see" they are struggling with something. When he gets access to the think machine he studies to become a therapist to be able to help grace and rocky overcome the issues they have from being stuck in space alone for so long.

His mate (who I still need to draw) helped design his prosthetic as a way to court him the pink etching is from them. Because his Cristal coat makes it uneven and rough/brittle in places it is extremely difficult to get even etchings. So they decided to do them on his prosthetic.

[ignorance-lady]

Hate the way I love you

I'm not too shy to show I love you

[ignorance-lady]

I'm missing you so much

Can't help it, I'm in love

[ignorance-lady]

[romancefic129]

“I never would’ve guessed that.”

The gym was still half empty, the boys from the basketball team warming up across the court. Madelin sat on the wooden bleachers, her notes on her lap… but she wasn’t looking at them.

She was looking at him.

Jackson.

Gray training pants hanging loose on his hips. A black tank top stretched over his chest. His arms were already glowing slightly from warming up, the muscles shifting under his skin like they were made for the game.

She told herself to stop staring.

But she couldn’t.

Every time he pushed his hair back, her stomach did a stupid flip.

Nobody should look that good during warm-ups.

She forced her eyes down to her notes.

They stayed there for maybe three seconds.

Then her gaze slid right back to him.

Jackson shot a clean three-pointer. Perfect. Effortless. He laughed at something a teammate said and that laugh somehow made her chest feel warm in a way she refused to admit.

Her pen slipped from her hand and fell to the floor.

And that was the moment he turned around.

His eyes landed straight on her.

He froze for a second, then the corner of his mouth lifted—slowly, knowingly.

He grabbed his water bottle and started walking toward her.

Madelin felt her heart jump to her throat.

He didn’t stop.

Didn’t look away.

Didn’t pretend he wasn’t coming straight for her.

He climbed the bleacher steps and sat right next to her, close enough that their knees nearly touched.

Madelin’s whole body went tense.

Jackson leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees, his voice soft and teasing.

“Why do you look so nervous?”

“I don’t bite.”

He paused, then smirked.

“Not without permission.”

Her face burned.

“I wasn’t— I wasn’t looking at you.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh really?”

He tapped her notebook lightly with one finger.

“You haven’t turned a single page.”

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Jackson let his knee brush hers.

Not hard.

Just enough.

Her heartbeat stuttered.

He tilted his head and looked at her like he could read every thought she was trying to hide.

“Your face is kind of telling on you, Madelin.”

Before she could answer, someone shouted from the court:

“Jackson! Come on, coach is calling you!”

He sighed quietly, not annoyed—just like he wasn’t quite done with her yet.

Jackson stood up, but bent slightly toward her, placing one hand on the railing next to her.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured, eyes dark with amusement.

“I’ll give you something even better to stare at later.”

He winked, slow and confident, and walked back to the court.

And Madelin?

Yeah.

She kept staring.

I hope you enjoy this:)