Handsome Squidward Shirt の小説・ストーリー

But now, as Adrian stood in front of his closet, staring at the row of shirts he didn’t remember buying, he realized there was nothing subtle anymore. The cotton polos, the pressed button-downs, the perfectly fitted sweaters—they were all Evan. His old hoodies and worn t-shirts were gone, tucked away somewhere or maybe thrown out. He didn’t ask. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know. From the bedroom, Evan’s voice called out. “Try the navy one today. It’ll bring out your eyes.” Adrian’s fingers hesitated over the hanger. He should protest. He should say this is too much. But instead, he slipped the shirt from the rack and pulled it on.

Wouldn't that ruin the friendship they've been over all these years? Jack leaned over and grabbed one of the shirts that Edward had brought him. It was a button up shirt, a tad tight but it looked good on him as he looked at himself in the mirror. His chest and arms filled the shirt nicely. He buttoned the shirt and fixed his hair, pushing it to the side and allowing it to lay where it fell.

The cold water cleansed the taste left by his vomit. The guy from last night who asked for directions was walking toward him. He was wearing the same type of floral shirt, but this time it was in green. He removed his eyes from the guy because of the man walking behind his back. It was Xurden whose polo shirt was white as the snow, blinding to the sun.

Sarah grabbed a spare basket by an eating booth "Alright, let's go." We first walked by the clothing department. Sarah pushed the basket slowly as she scanned the section. "We-you should get him a t-shirt." "Okay, I think it should be a graphi-" My eyes landed on a Captain America T-shirt. "Yes, this is perfect! I remember him telling me he loved Marvel." "Yes, but all of the Marvel characters?" I nodded "Yeah, he said all of Marvel. So this would be great." Sarah smiled "Sick. Now, I think you should get the extra large."

Coward. Faced with the prospect of my first day as Alpha Alexander's personal maid, I stood before the closet, contemplating the array of clothes hanging within. Uncertainty lingered as I sifted through the options, seeking the perfect balance. A long-sleeved T-shirt, adorned in subtle patterns that mirrored the sophistication of the Alpha's mansion, emerged as the ideal choice. The soft fabric promised both ease of movement and a touch of casual elegance, suitable for following the bastard's orders. As I slipped into the snug embrace of skinny jeans and pulled the T-shirt over, a sense of readiness and determination settled within me.

"I saw you naked... and you're so hot... I'm just being awkward. I'll shut up." I couldn't help but laugh. Jax was rarely thrown off; I loved that I had that kind of power over him sometimes. I pulled my festive sweatshirt over my head. "You can turn around now. I'm clothed." He turned around slowly as if he didn't believe me. Once he realized I was, indeed, clothed, his eyes hovered on my sweatshirt. It had a portrait of Santa holding a white claw on it. "Santa Claws?" Jax asked, "Where did you get that?"

Sophie, her assistant, approached him, her hands shaking. "Monsieur Cross?" she squeaked. "Can I... help you?" Liam smiled at her. It was the "Liam" smile. The one that melted glaciers. "Just browsing, thank you," he said. "I've heard... good things about the knitwear." He picked up a shirt. A white, structured button-down with a hidden placket. A piece Aurora had designed thinking of him. Of the way he hated buttons that snagged. He walked to the counter.

Dawn shook her head. “Let’s start with the good news.” “We have actual clothes. I found two of your shorts in here. They probably got mixed in with mine,” Maxwell said. “But the only shirts we have are these.” He pulled out one extra-large T-shirt with a print that read: [I Put the ‘Max’ in Maximum Pleasure] “And this is yours,” Maxwell said, showing a small-sized shirt that read: [I Survived the Max Attack!]

Needing to touch him. The second to last button is tight and won't fit through the buttonhole, so I fist the material and pull the shirt apart, exposing his muscular chest. "Damn, Sugar Lips, this is one of my favorite shirts." Lukis steps back, allowing the shirt to fall from his shoulders, a huge smile displayed on his face. I shrug. "Don't worry. I'll buy you a new one."

I follow them, distracted by my stomach rumbling. “I’m starving,” I announce. “I’ve got something you can eat,” Cameron says, distracted. I stare at him, deadpan, and he glances over his shoulder and smirks. “Dirty bastard,” I mouth. He winks and keeps looking. “What about this?” he says as he takes a sweater from the shelf and holds it up. I look at it and my face falls in horror. It’s a black hoodie and has a large white eye on the front. The pupil is filled with bright colours. It’s a long, skinny fit.