#me wearing my self-ish shirt when i saw this

[the-count-and-the-raven]

Will’s Words and the Shake pears

[herofics]

A day worth waiting for

A/N: I really felt like writing some angst with Gojo. Also, I’m feeling kinda shitty, so I needed something to cope with it. I’m not suicidal specifically, but it keeps kinda flashing in my mind as a “you could do that though” if that makes sense. I started writing this like 3 months ago, but I didn’t finish it then, so I’m writing it now

Warnings: Self-harm, blood and suicide attempt-ish

You were just laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. You had no clue how long you’d been laying there. It might have been minutes, or it might have been hours, you had no idea.

You didn’t feel anything, you were just numb, maybe not even numb, every emotion just felt the same. It was like all the colors were gone.

You stretched your hand towards the ceiling. You were wearing a t-shirt, so you could clearly see the scars that covered your wrist. There were no fresh ones, hadn’t been in a while, but the urge was still there, the urge to rip your skin open and let your life bleed out of you.

And why wouldn’t you? There wasn’t anything here for you. Gojo would be fine without you, he was the strongest, after all. He would probably even be better off.

“It’s decided then” you muttered while getting up from the floor.

You tried writing a note, and even though the idea of ending your life made so much sense in your head, you couldn’t figure out a way to explain it on paper. The only words you managed to put down were “Forgive me, Satoru. I hope you don’t curse me too much”. A few tears fell on the paper, smudging the ink.

You went to draw yourself a warm bath, before rummaging through the drawers under the sink to find a razor blade. You threw off your sweatpants and climbed into the tub in your underwear and a big t-shirt.

You exhaled deeply, before looking up at the ceiling. Were you really going to do this? Were you ready to leave yet?

That’s when you heard the bathroom door open. You quickly submerged the razor blade and hid it under your thigh before Gojo saw it. You managed to cut yourself in the process. How did you not hear him come into the apartment?

“Whatcha doing in the tub with your clothes on?” he smirked from the doorway, not yet putting the situation together.

He was just standing there, looking like his normal dashing self. He took off his blindfold, like he always did when he came home to you.

“I fell in” you lied.

Gojo took a step closer, chuckling, about to say something, when he noticed the blood in the water. The smile died on his lips as he realized what was going on. He knelt down next to the tub and grabbed both your hands, checking your wrists.

He sighed in relief as he realized you hadn’t done anything yet. Then where was the blood coming from?

You saw the panicked look in his eyes as he still held your hands in his while looking for the source of the blood.

“I nicked myself-myself when trying to hide the razor blade” you hiccuped, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Oh doll” Gojo said softly, before pulling you up with him as he stood up.

He took your shirt off you and grabbed a big, fluffy towel, wrapping it around you.

“I need you to talk to me, and I think you need that too” Gojo said as he stood in front of you.

There was something different about the way he looked at you. Anger you would have recognized, but this wasn’t it. Fear? Was it really fear you saw in his eyes?

“Satoru?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay? You look kind of scared” you noted.

“First of all, I think I should be asking you that. Secondly, I think my fear is pretty justified when I find the person I love sitting in a bathtub filled with water, ready to open their wrists”

“Well that sounds a bit gruesome” you muttered.

“Am I wrong?” Gojo asked, tilting his head to the side.

There was a moment of silence between you, before you spoke a simple, quiet: “No”

You couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. Once you said it out loud, admitted what you were going to do, it was like a dam broke. You just started sobbing uncontrollably.

“It’s okay doll, it’s okay” Gojo assured as he picked you up and carried you out of the bathroom.

You were still wrapped in the towel and holding onto Gojo’s jacket for dear life. You didn’t even remember what had originally gotten you so upset that you would resort to what you had attempted to do.

Gojo had been through this with you before. The last time this happened, it was with you trying to overdose on your medication. It was one of the few times in his life he had been absolutely terrified. Seeing you laying there unconscious, with an empty pill bottle next to you, had been one of the most horrific moments of his entire life.

Now it was happening all over again, but this time he had been on time. This time he had gotten to you before you’d done anything stupid, this time he’d managed it. After Suguru left, Gojo had sworn he wouldn’t lose anyone else like that. He wouldn’t let anyone else disappear into the shadows again.

Gojo sat down on the bed, still holding you in his arms.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-so sorry” you kept blubbering while burying your face to his chest.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay” Gojo said, grabbing your hand and attempting to ground you through his touch. ��Just breathe”

After your breathing and crying calmed down, you looked up at him with tearful eyes.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened” you muttered, trying to get up from his lap.

“Nu-uh, you’re not going anywhere till we talk” he pulled you back.

“What am I even supposed to say?”

“Just something, I don’t want you to be alone with this. You know I won’t leave you alone before I get a satisfactory explanation” he half joked.

Gojo just wanted to hear you say that you’d be okay. He just wanted to hear you say this was just a fluke, and it wouldn’t happen again. At the same time, he knew you couldn’t promise that. That you wouldn’t just magically start getting better, because you or he wanted you to.

“I don’t know what happened. It just seemed like the right choice, but the second I saw you, I was like “What the fuck am I doing?” and it didn’t feel like it made any sense anymore”

You kept staring at your hands while leaning the side of your head against his chest. What you said was true. Seeing him had made you change your mind in the end. You could have tried to reach for the razor again, even though it would have been futile with him in the same room. He would have stopped you, no doubt about that, and besides you didn’t want him to see you do that to yourself. The act itself was way different from just seeing the aftermath.

“Well I’m glad I have that effect on you, but that doesn’t really give me much insight to your mental state right now”

“I guess it doesn’t, but I don’t really know what else to tell you” you sighed.

You just sat there in silence, Gojo embracing you and you leaning against his chest. You didn’t know what to tell him. Even if you managed to formulate something that would make sense to you, it would probably just sound crazy to him. It was so hard to put any of it into words, let alone in a way someone else would understand.

“I don’t know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, but I just want you to know that no matter what you think, I’m not better off without you, and neither is anyone else you know” Gojo said suddenly.

“Thank you” you said after a while more of silence, looking up at him.

“What for?” he asked as he met your gaze.

“I guess I just appreciate the reminder at times like these”

“I’ll remind you for the rest of our lives, if you’ll let me” he smiled softly.

You placed a hand on the side of Gojo’s face and caressed his cheek with your thumb.

“I’d like that”

Maybe one day you’d love life as much as you loved him, maybe that day was worth waiting for.

[navstuffs]

The Lady in Red

Pairing: Ada Wong x GN!Reader

Summary: The Lady in Red asks you to dance. Based on the song "The Lady in Red" by Chris de Burgh.

Warnings tags: reader has low self-esteem, shy and nervous!reader (so self-indulgent, id tremble in front of this woman), angsty-ish, ada being ada

Author's Notes: IT IS ADA WONG DAY! to celebrate i decided to post this very special fic with her song on her day. enjoy!!

"The lady in red is dancing with me, (...) There's nobody here It's just you and me It's where I want to be But I hardly know this beauty by my side I'll never forget the way you look tonight"

(Chris de Burgh - The Lady in Red)

She enters through the doors at precisely 9:35 p.m. She might be able to enter unnoticed, but all eyes are on her as she takes off her coat, revealing a red dress today. You wonder why that color means so much to her, but you are (again) too nervous to even glance in her direction. You don't want to be considered a perverted, like all the other guys who tried to flirt with her.

She always wears red: either a social shirt, a dress, or a jacket, the Lady in Red makes justice to her nickname. The only other color you saw her wear was black, always with some sort of red in her outfit.

She sits alone by her usual stool, three down from yours, as the bartender places the regular tall glass of Martini in front of her. She has no company; Lady in Red is always alone when she appears. You always expect some sort of model boyfriend or girlfriend to appear and stop your curiosity or any chance you could consider having, but Lady in Red is always alone. Not in the sense of loneliness (like you), but alone by choice. You watched her as weeks passed, man after man denied a dance, a phone number, and even a "hello." You don't think badly of her, obviously not, some men could be real jerks.

You sigh, turning your attention to the drink in front of you. There is a loud group of men at your side, celebrating some sort of office party, who seem to ignore your presence. You were never that interesting where people would glance twice at you. A commotion starts behind you when another man joins the group, to which they call the boss, and in the excitement, one guy accidentally bumps against your back.

"Sorry." He says after ignoring you completely.

You shake your head, unaware of the person joining your side. You quickly look to see the Lady in Red placing her cup near you as she sits down. You gulp, looking around as some sort of joke or prank.

"You wouldn't mind if I sit over here, would you?" Her voice is smooth as she turns to look at you. She was even prettier up close, with soft porcelain skin and lip gloss on her pink lips. Short, straight hair parted to one side, dark as the night without stars. Your mouth opens and closes a few times before clearing your throat.

"Not at all. Not really expecting anyone, anyway." You add, wanting to hit yourself in the head. She smiles, satisfied, before taking a small sip of her drink.

"Having a rough night?"

"Does it look that obvious?"

"Just a little." She jokes, and you nod, defeated. The day you come to the bar exhausted, looking at your worst, is when the Lady in Red joins you. Perfect.

"I promise you I don't look like this every day." You defend yourself, which is a lie "Just most of the time."

"I see."

"Not all of us can look insanely pretty and perfect all the time, you know?" Your flirtatious joke doesn't go unnoticed as she smiles back, reassuring it is all good.

"My condolences to them. And to you." She raises her cup, taking another sip. You toast back, laughing. So, besides looking extremely beautiful and charming, she had a sense of humor.

The loud group at your side decides to go to the dance floor. You don't notice as Lady in Red's eyes follow them. She then asks a question that would have made you spill your drink if you had any in your mouth.

"Would you like to dance?"

You freeze, looking at her face for any sight of a joke. There is none. She seems serious, waiting for your answer. You look at the improvised small dance floor, almost packed with drunk men, and look back at her. You better answer before she runs out of patience, you think, nodding in response.

All eyes are on you as Ada leads you to the dance floor. You can't believe your luck. You probably will look ridiculous with her, tired and awful, as Lady in Red looks perfect at your side, not one single hair out of place, dress hugging all her curves. It almost seems wrong someone so stunning like her dancing with someone so, so like you.

"I must warn you: I don't dance."

"Good. I don't either." Lady in Red closes the distance between your body, getting awfully close. The song is a happy beat, and the drunk men don't seem to care about your presence. Good. You do your best to avoid stepping on Ada's feet as she dances flawlessly to the music.

When the song ends, and another slower ballad starts playing, you begin to leave the dance floor back to your stool, but Lady in Red stops you, her hand in your arm.

"You don't have to leave just yet. If you don't want to." She whispers near your ear, bringing goosebumps to your body. You don't want to leave: get as close as possible to The Lady in Red. You want to bury your head on your neck, hiding yourself from the world. Have your hands travel her body; feel her against your skin. You want to be intimate, fall in love with Lady in Red, and hope she falls in love with you back. Even if it was just for that night.

For someone who said she couldn't dance, you are thankful Lady in Red is there leading you, or else you would have hit against a chair or someone else. You are close now enough to feel her warm breath against her skin. Close to see how brown were her eyes, her lips parted. You want to ask her why she chose you over all the other people. There must be someone as unique as her in that place, and you weren't that one.

The magical moment is broken when one of the drunk guys spills his beer over your back, wetting your shirt. You let go of Lady in Red, startled. At least, it didn't seem no beer was spilled on her.

"Shit. I'm sorry about that. I guess I will go to the bathroom to try to clean up."

"I will be waiting for you." She answers, smiling as a promise. You smile back, feeling flustered like a teenager again. As you walk toward the bathroom, you look at her again, still standing in the middle of the dance floor, her eyes locked in your direction.

Like a damn illusion. 

After using some paper to dry most of your back, you look at yourself in the mirror: you look terrible, and you have no idea why Lady in Red took interest in you. But no time for self-pity. You throw water in your face, fixing yourself the best you can. If she had found any interest in you, she probably had a good reason for it.

She isn't on the dance floor when you return from the bathroom. Fair enough, you think, she probably didn't want to stay around the drunk men. You look toward her usual seat at the bar counter, but she isn't there. You walk quickly, searching for her at the occupied tables. Maybe she found someone attractive, though she is nowhere to be seen. You even attempt to go outside, but it would make you look like a creep. If she had left, she probably had a good reason for it.

You fall into your stool, convinced your magical moment is over. It was nice to feel important for a few moments while it lasted. As you look down, a napkin is neatly folded under your cup. You unfold, finding her handwriting.

"Really enjoyed dancing with you, handsome. Hope to see you again sometime. - Ada"

Ada.

Ada.

The Lady in Red had a name, and it was Ada. You look around as if Ada will appear magically at your side again, and you will throw yourself into her arms, dumb and in love.

But you had a name. And a note. You place it in your pocket, being careful to not damage it, a secret kept well from the entire world. Only you and Ada knew about this.

You couldn't wait to see Ada again.

-x-

Ada Wong watches from the outside as you sit on your stool, back from the bathroom. She plays with a badge - your badge - in her hands, spinning. She should have left already since she was done with her mission, but something kept her there. Curiosity, maybe?

Ada watches as you unfold her note. Ada didn't know why she even left it there. Ada had been observing you for weeks, waiting for a chance to steal your badge. After tonight, she really didn't need you anymore. But as you turned to leave for the bathroom (after she picked the badge from your pocket) and smiled, she felt strange. Maybe you would follow her outside after she left, worried something happened. So that's why Ada left the note. You open a smile as you finish reading, again, that foolish smile.

A big and genuine smile.

You look toward the glass window, and Ada hides more against the corner, worried you might see her. But you don't, too focused on folding that note back carefully into your pocket.

Ada already observed too much. She leaves with one last good look in your direction, placing your badge into her pocket. Maybe, one day, you two would see each other again. And maybe, just maybe, Ada Wong would give you another dance.

[emeritus-fuckers]

„Love Story” ♡ Terzo x f!Reader oneshot (fluff to angst to yandere-ish?)

Loosely based on the song "Love Story" by Sarah Cothran and heavily based on a video made by the wonderful foggyweaver on TikTok. ♡ - Jez

CW: female aligned reader, reader is around Terzo's age, death, murder, blood. slight yandere themes. mentions of masturbation and sex, slight non-con touching (not sexual). chapter i is safe and can be read as a stand-alone for those looking for something lighter. not proofread, we die like my self-respect after discovering this band.

i. romeo take me somewhere we can be alone

Terzo Emeritus, the youngest of Papa Nihil's sons, has always held a special place in your heart. Ever since you remembered. He's always been there, since you were both small children.

You'd learn together. Eat together. Play together.

You'd even have sleepovers together, cuddling together as you slept in his bed. You were inseparable. Terzo would always be there for you, holding your hand as your friendship bloomed and eventually became something more.

Terzo and you would sit on the balcony, enjoying the last few warm days of summer. You enjoyed the sunset, watching all the beautiful colors that would only appear on the sky for this one, special show.

It was a quiet day. You could both hear a few birds still chirp, hidden within the branches. Perhaps they, too, were enjoying the peacefulness of the day. Everything else seemed to either sleep or prepare to sleep, even if it wasn't late yet.

"I wish it was always like this." Terzo spoke up, but his voice didn't disrupt the peaceful silence that was embracing you both as he laid down on the blanket, his head in your lap as one of hands held one of your own, stroking your index finger with his thumb gently.

"Me too." You smiled softly as you looked down at his face. He didn't wear his cardinal make-up today, nor did he wear the cassock he despised. He was dressed more casually, and so were you. Because right now, on this warm, peaceful evening, he wasn't Cardinal Terzo Emeritus. And you weren't Sister [Name]. Right now you were just two childhood best friends who have finally managed to find a peaceful moment together after being challenged by the new responsibilities of adult life. "It's nice. I'm gonna sound stupid, but I miss you. Even if I see you everyday... It's just not the same, you know?"

He smiled softly at your awkward little chuckle, his eyes filled with adoration and pure happiness. You had no idea what you were doing to him. What you have been doing to him for years.

He raised his free hand to cup your cheek. And like the precious darling you were, you pressed your cheek into his palm, your own hand coming to rest on top of his as you smiled at him. Oh, that beautiful, beautiful smile of yours... It would always melt his heart. It was what got him through his days, the memory of your smile always there in his mind, as if branded with hot iron into whatever part of his brain was responsible for happiness.

Of course, the memories of your smiles were nothing compared to the real deal. A memory could never capture all of your beauty. The way light shined in your skin. How your hair framed your face, a bit messy after taking off the dreaded headpiece you were expected to wear as a Sister of Sin. How your eyes would sparkle even in complete darkness, as if they held their own [eye color] galaxies in them.

He sometimes wondered if you felt anything like that towards him. If your day was brighter when you saw him. If your heart ached when he wasn't there with you. If you also stole a T-shirt of his to shove your pillow into just to feel like he was next to you in bed. He doubted you did, but he counted his clothes religiously either way, hoping one day a shirt or a pair of underwear suddenly go missing after one of your visits. He stole your shirts and panties before, just to feel closer to you when he would be lonely at night. Holding your panties in his fist when he touched himself was the most he could get for now, even if it was hardly enough. He was lucky he had a really wild imagination, he could imagine it was your fingers on his cock instead of his own. But at the end of the day, he knew it was nowhere near how good the real you would feel.

He wanted to be your first. He needed to be your first. It was only fair. He's been your first for everything so far, and you were his. He was your first friend, your first kiss, he should also be the first to sleep with you, shouldn't he? He loved you for years and loved him back, wouldn't it be fair if you took each other's virginities as well? If you were the first to touch him? If he was the first to touch you? The first and the only one to touch you.

"It's gonna sound stupid, but..." You spoke up quietly, a small giggle trying to leave your lips. His heart would always melt when you spoke. Especially when you spoke so quietly, when your words were meant for him and him alone. He would drink up any sound you made, every word, every giggle, every sigh. "Sometimes I wish we could run away together. Not have to deal with everything going on here. Just the two of us."

Terzo sat up, making you look at him, a bit surprised, considering how much he loved to rest with his head on your lap. He chuckled at how your eyes widened slightly as you followed his movement.

He moved closer to you, your knee gently bumping into his as he held your face in his hands and looked deep into your eyes, leaning closer until your lips brushed against each other, but not kissing you yet.

"Then let's do that. Let's escape together, somewhere nobody will find us. Somewhere we'll be completely alone."

You nodded slowly and he smiled, closing the distance between your lips. Every kiss he gave you was just as sweet as the first one years ago. It was always so warm, made you feel so safe when he would carefully pull you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist to press your chest against his after he carefully pulled you to straddle his lap.

That summer evening, one of Terzo's biggest dreams came true. He got to be your first.

ii. romeo save me, i've been feeling so alone

"You broke your promise, you miserable old bastard." You wept softly, your heart aching in despair and your knees hurting from the time you've spent on the floor, crying by Terzo's feet.

He remained silent, not even sparing you a glance. He didn't acknowledge you, no matter how much you would beg, scream or cry. You've banged your fists on the floor in a pathetic attempt to get anything out of him. Still nothing.

"Terzo, please... You swore to me... You swore to never leave me, remember...? So keep your promise and get up... I'm begging you..."

Yet, no matter how much you would plead, you had no way of getting his attention. You had no way to make his eyes open, to make his lips smile again, to make his arms hold you close just this one more time. After all, a dead man could do none of that.

Since his death, you'd spend hours in the room he and his brothers were kept, weeping by the glass coffin he was kept in. Although you wouldn't even call it a coffin, no. It was a fucking display case.

A display case so Papa Nihil and Sister Imperator could send Terzo and his brothers on a "tour". So the fans could see their favorite Papa up close, limited only by the glass box they were kept in.

The glass box you knelt next to every night for months now, bawling your eyes out. You knew how pitiful it was, an old satanic nun, a woman entering her 60s, kneeling and crying every night by the coffin of her lover until the Ghouls found her and took her back to bed. It was usually Omega, he was one of the very few people who still came to pay respects to his dear old friend.

Sometimes you'd sit together and talk so you could feel better. The Ghoul has been a great help all this time, always willing to offer you a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen. You'd reminisce together, you more than him. You've known Terzo longer, you've had more memories of him. More tears to shed at his loss.

"Terzo... You can hear me, right...?" You whispered, fully aware of how pathetic you were. How pathetic you looked and sounded. But you'd take any chance to see his mismatched eyes look at you again with the warmth they once held whenever they looked at you. To feel his lips smile as you both kissed, exchanging hushed love confessions each night. To feel his arms wrapped around you protectively, possessively even. To feel the intimacy of feeling him inside you, both of you lost in each other's love. "Please... You must... You must hear me..."

You pressed your palm to the glass, still on your knees. You couldn't get up, you couldn't look at his body. At how his head was stitched back to his body after that dreadful photo session. They cut his head off and made the poor, terrified cardinal pose with it, only to stitch it back to let more fans see him. Pose next to his corpse and take silly selfies. Oh, how you longed to rip their phones out of their hands and break them. But you were forbidden from being in the room altogether, only allowed in because of some arrangements Omega made for you. If you were gone by sunrise, you could remain by your beloved one's side for the night.

"Please... You have no idea how alone I am..." You whispered, as if confessing your sins to him. Sins he always already knew you committed, as he committed most of them with you. "The Ghouls are trying to be there for me, but it doesn't make the pain go away, you know...? It's always there. The aching in my chest, it never leaves."

Your words echoed in your own mind, hoping to hear any response from him. Anything at all, even if he were to yell at you for bothering him in the afterlife. Even if he told you he hated you. All you wanted was to see him again, no matter if he never wanted to deal with you again. You'd be happy enough knowing he was alive and well.

Your heart felt like it was about to either shatter or explode out of misery, tears still falling down your cheeks, as if they could never end, no matter what, your eyes would never stop shedding tears for the love of your life, who just laid there, unmoving, never to respond to you.

"Please... Terzo... I love you... I'm still wearing the ring you gave me..." You wept, the engagement ring he gave to you the day before he died. He proposed to you at sunset, as you both sat on the balcony, like all these years ago, when you took each other's virginities. And you accepted, of course, even if theoretically you couldn't exactly get married. But it was the sentiment that mattered to you both. "Wake up... We'll run away, just like we wanted... We wanted to run away, remember? Together? Please... We can do that, just wake up... Don't leave me alone..."

Yet no matter how much you cried, nothing happened. After all, a dead man can't respond to you.

iii. marry me, juliet, you'll never have to be alone

Every Papa had his own followers. Ones that joined the Clergy just for the Papa they follow. Terzo was no exception. He was charismatic, charming and easy to talk to. He pulled people in easily and gained their loyalty without really trying.

Usually the flame of attraction to a Papa would slowly settle. It would still be there, but after months, it usually was already about the ministry and not just the Papa the people chose to follow. And as it would seem, in this case, Terzo was an exception.

Even after his death, his followers remained loyal. They didn't refuse to acknowledge the new Papa, a man named Copia, but it was clear they didn't really care about him as much as they did for Terzo. Papa Emeritus III was referred to as the Heart of the Clergy, because he was. He brought new life to it when he took the stage, but no matter what he achieved, it was never enough for Sister Imperator. It didn't matter that Terzo was the Papa the people wanted, because he was not the Papa she wanted.

His devotees were growing more and more upset every day. Their rage didn't water down with time, no, it only got worse, it burned more furiously each day. They wanted Terzo's return, just like you did. But while you only cried for him, weak and powerless, they decided to act.

They decided to resurrect Papa Emeritus III.

They got his Ghouls on board, as their souls were bound to their Papa. It took time, but it finally happened. Deep down in the Ministry's basement, in a secret ritual room, they did it. They stole his body, keeping it a secret from everyone. Even from you.

You wanted to visit him again, tears slowly falling down your cheeks as you entered the room where he and his brothers were kept, only to find two glass coffins instead of one.

You fell to your knees, holding back a scream. He wasn't there. The coffin wasn't there. You started calling out for his Ghouls, running around the Ministry. You didn't care if you woke anyone up, it wasn't your problem. Your problem was that the body of the man you loved was missing.

You wanted to wake people up, to get someone to help you search for him, but you were stopped before you could do anything. A Sibling of Sin gripped your arm and pinned you to the nearest wall, covering your mouth with their free hand.

"It's okay, Sister [Name]. I'm a friend." They assured as you struggled to push them off. They waited for you to wear yourself out before taking their hand away, still holding you against the wall so you wouldn't run off.

"What in Lucifer's name do you think you're doing?!" You hissed at the sibling, their fingers leaving bruises on your arm from how tight their grip was, but they didn't seem to notice your discomfort. If anything, they seemed excited for something.

"Omega sent me for you." The Sibling explained, making your already teary eyes widen and threaten with more tears. Omega? Why would he send for you? Did he know what happened? Did he find Terzo's body? Did something happen to him when Terzo was taken away? The Ghouls were connected to their Papas, even after their deaths. So maybe... Maybe Omega was hurt?

Were you about to lose one of the few friends you could actually talk to?

"What happened to Omega?" You asked quietly, trying your best to put the despair of your beloved one's disappearance. You wanted Terzo back, yes, but you knew he was dead. And Omega wasn't. Hopefully he wasn't.

"I cannot say. Not here. Please, come with me. Everything will make sense then."

It was frustrating, not knowing what was going on. Terzo being gone, now something was going on with Omega... Why was so much happening in one night? And what exactly was happening, anyway? You were confused, your heart and mind racing. You had so many thoughts rushing through your head, you were overwhelmed, and yet somehow at the same time you felt like your head was completely empty.

When Terzo was alive, you've always felt well. Even as years passed, he would always make you feel young. No matter how insecure you would feel as you hit another birthdays. Even if you were both in your 40s and 50s, his soft touch and warm gaze would make you feel loved, like back when you were both young, still discovering each other's bodies. Even as you got older, he'd still whisper praises to you, talking about how beautiful you were, how wonderful you felt and how sweet you tasted.

Even as your hair started greying, even as signs of aging slowly got to you, his gaze never changed. He'd always say you were just as beautiful as you were years ago. While you remained aware of changes in your body, he'd make you believe you were still beautiful and worthy of all the love he was giving you.

When he died, you truly started to feel your age. You felt old, lonely and vulnerable, his Ghouls remaining the only friends you still had. And now something was happening to the friend you held closest. It must've been serious, if he sent out a Sibling of Sin instead of getting you himself or sending another Ghoul. You could only hope Omega was alright.

"Where are you taking me...?" You questioned quietly, following the Sibling to the basement. You thought they'd take you to the Ghoul's lair, but that was not the way. You did not recognize the halls you were walking through, which only spiked your anxiety even more. "Where's Omega?"

They didn't give you a proper response, only telling you not to worry about it. You got a very bad feeling deep in your stomach, a pain that told you to run, to get away. And you tried. You walked slower, gaining some distance before trying to slowly get away from the Sibling. You didn't run, you were already exhausted from all the stress you were going through just this night. Instead you hid behind a pillar, trying your best to sneak away.

The Sibling must've realized they've lost you, because a few minutes later, as you quietly tried to make your way back to a more familiar looking area, you heard some frantic yelling, accompanied by almost an animalistic growl. And then you could hear someone running around, most likely in search for you. You panicked, trying to get away a little faster. You heard many voices call out to you, none of them familiar. You started doubting Omega had anything to do with all this.

Why would they search for you? Could it be because you noticed Terzo's body missing? Were they the ones responsible for the disappearance? But why? It didn't make sense, why would they take him? Were they going to sell his body? Sister Imperator wouldn't have ordered anyone to get rid of the bodies, they were too profitable. And Terzo wasn't hated, no, everyone who ever met him easily grew to adore him.

Perhaps they wanted to steal the other dead Papas as well? Some obsessed fans would give a lot to have them in their possession, as sick as it was. Would that be it? They probably wanted to get rid of you because you discovered them.

"[Name]!" A familiar voice called out to you, making you look over your shoulder. A familiar, tall Ghoul. One that let you cry into his shoulder for so many nights. So he really was here.

"Omega...?" You slowly walked over to him, putting your hands on his arms, still shaken up from the situation you've found yourself in. This was not what you were expecting when you were awoken by nightmares, like you have been for the last months. You couldn't sleep, so you went to see him again, even if some younger Siblings of Sin started to gossip about you, turning you into some local urban legend or cryptid. You needed Terzo to comfort you after the nightmares, even if you would always end up breaking down in tears when you saw him. "What's going on? What's the deal with all those Siblings? Where's Terzo? He's gone, the... The body, the coffin... It's... It's..."

"I know. He's not gone." Omega gently put his arm around your shoulders and squeezed your arm comfortingly, like he did many times before. He started leading you somewhere, and even though it was the same path the Sibling of Sin had lead you down earlier, you felt safe. You knew Omega, you knew you could trust him.

"He's not...?" You looked up at him weakly, trying to keep your tears at bay. Your sight was blurry already, but you could easily recognize the Ghoul's features. "Wait, what's that on your chin...?"

The Ghoul glanced up at you as your 'old people instincts' took over and you moved your hand to wipe the stain under his lips with your thumb. His eyes flicked away from your nervously and if you weren't so distracted with all the stress you went through before, you would've noticed him tensing up.

He then explained to you that he was eating before he found you, so he just wiped his mouth and must've missed a spot. And knowing how Ghouls fed on raw meat (more often than not, raw human meat), you simply nodded, sighing heavily as you took off your headpiece to feel better. You were never fond of the uniform you had to wear, but you also didn't want to risk getting scolded, so unless you were alone or with someone you trusted, you kept it on. You were too old to rebel against it, anyway.

"Were are we going...?" You asked nervously, playing with the headpiece in your hands. You wanted to rip it to shreds, and you would have, if you were less shaken up.

"To see him."

"So you know where Terzo is?" You looked up at him, your eyes shining with the tiniest sparks of hope. And he nodded, leading you to a large double door.

The Ghoul gave you one last comforting squeeze before opening the door for you. It must've been really heavy, considering that even he struggled with it a bit, and he was by no means a small or weak man. Especially since even the smallest of Ghouls were stronger than most people.

Once the door was open enough for you both to squeeze inside the room, you were met with a place very similar to one of the many chapels upstairs. The benches where Siblings of Sin would normally sit were empty, but you could see the rest of Terzo's Ghouls in a tight circle around the altar, whispering and muttering.

The glass coffin, or whatever was left of it, laid shattered on the ground, Terzo's gloves and robes next to it. The robes were torn up, and you were almost sure the clothes were bloody. A thought of the Ghouls eating him crossed your mind, but they were too protective over him, they'd never doo that. Not even the fact that their fingers and faces were covered in blood made you doubt that, not even the heavy metallic smell of blood.

You didn't realize Omega announced his return with you until the other Ghouls moved away from the altar, revealing Terzo sitting on it. He was alive, wearing just the white shirt, dark pants and shoes, the clothes he'd always wear under the Papal Robes. His hair was messy, but still remained somewhat in the brushed back look he always had. His facepaint was still on, surprisingly not smudged too much, but what truly was disturbing was the blood. It was normal on Ghouls. It wasn't normal on him.

It was around his mouth, like he was ripped away after taking a bite from a large, bloody piece of meat. His hands were covered in blood, too. And his neck... The wound on his neck, although the neck itself was stitched back and it didn't look like it would fall off, the wound was slowly bleeding, getting his shirt as just bloody.

You were frozen in your spot, Omega gently holding your shoulder and observing you from the corner of his eye, ready to catch you if you were to faint. But you wouldn't faint, no. You just stood there, your eyes wide, as Terzo slowly slid off the altar and walked over to you. He stumbled a bit, but it didn't seem to matter to him, considering his smile.

It was the same and completely different at the same time. How he called out your name in the same loving tone, a sound you've yearned for ever since his death, but it wasn't like you remembered it. Was felt like it was trapping you, like he was luring you in with his voice. It felt possessive.

His eyes were different, too. The still looked at you endearingly, like you were the most beautiful and precious person in the world. But there was something else, something that seemed crazy, how his gaze was quickly scanning your face and body, it no longer seemed like he was in love. It felt like he was obsessed.

The smile on his face, the same warm and loving smile you would see every morning for years when he held you close and whispered a sweet "good morning, beautiful" to your ears... With the blood and his obsessive gaze... It didn't feel like Terzo. It felt like a demon, maybe even Satan himself, stood in front of you, merely posing as the man you loved.

"[Name]... Oh, my darling... You're even more beautiful than the day you were ripped away from me..." He spoke quietly, taking your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing your cheek bones as Omega walked away to the rest of the Ghouls. It felt weird. It was Terzo's touch, yes, but it didn't feel like Terzo touching you. His fingers lacked the softness, it no longer felt like all these light touches you've known at nights with him. He wasn't squeezing your face, no, but the way he held it was different. The way he brushed his fingers through your hair was different. It felt like he was enamoured with you like a little child is excited for their favorite toy.

You felt wrong. Everything in the situation felt wrong. You loved him, you longed for his return, but it was always just a fantasy. To have him actually stand here, in front of you, his fingers covering your your face and hair in blood... It was the truth. It was the real life, even if it felt like a lie. Somehow, your biggest dream coming true made you feel like a nightmare caught you, sinking its claws into your skin were your newly resurrected beloved touched you.

"So beautiful... So precious... Oh, how happy it makes me to see you again..." He spoke quietly, leaving small kisses all over your face making you squirm away anxiously. He seemed shocked as you took a step back from him, but he was always quick to act, so without hesitation, he held onto your wrist, pulling you right back into him. "Please, don't run away from me, amore. I've missed you so much, I need you to be with me, sí? Need you right next to me, at all times..."

"Stop touching me..." You whimpered and he looked at you with the most heartbroken gaze you've ever seen. Like his heart was just shattered, and that made your already wounded one break just a little more. "Please, I... I just need a minute..."

"Oh, my love..." He muttered, pulling you closer instead of letting go as you longed for. Just this once, he promised himself, just this once he'd put his needs over your comfort. Just this once, and only for a little bit. You'd understand, won't you? Yes, of course you'd understand. "We're reunited at long last, doesn't that make you happy?"

His thumb stroked your lower lip as he held your chin. A feeling so familiar, yet so foreign. Your mind raced with uncertainty and anxiety, but your body reacted, your lips parting, as if begging him to just kiss you already. And he did. The kiss was the only part of this that felt exactly like him. Like it always did. There was no new-found possessiveness, because it was always there. His kisses were always starved, longing. Just like now. And you kissed him back, your own longing for him taking over. Oh, he missed you so much, and you missed him.

He was visibly calmer once he had his first kiss since being resurrected, the obsessiveness and possessiveness replaced by the tenderness and admiration he always held for you. And so he kissed you, again and again. And you kissed back, again and again.

"You still have the ring..." He noticed once you finally ended the kissing session to catch your breath. He held your hand and now started kissing all over your fingers only to rub the back of your hand against his cheek. "So it's still a yes, right, my love? You'll marry me?"

And then, seeing how genuine he was about the question, you stopped holding back. You nodded, letting your tears fall freely as you threw yourself at him, crying into his shoulder about just how much you've missed him. He held you tightly, whispering comforting yours into your ear and kissing your hair, smiling softly at you before giving the Ghouls a subtle glance.

They understood and quickly got rid of the dead, massacred body that remained hidden away from your sights so far. The ruined body of the Sibling of Sin that was supposed to bring you to Terzo, hidden behind the altar, their throat ripped out with your lover's very own teeth.

"I love you, my darling..." He whispered to you, your face pressed against his chest. "You will never be alone again."

[rinneheart]

so there was this weird liminal nightmare i had...

there was this dream of mine in 2020, it was very weird. there is something about it that i cant explain in words, but ill try.

i had just moved into the new house with family and we decided to take a walk down the road. take note that at this time, not all the houses on the streets were fully constructed in real life, a fact that manifested itself into this dream. as we walk along the road, we see this house in the same model as ours, but there was something wrong with it, i just couldnt figure out what. it gave me this weird, eerie feeling. like something was clearly wrong here. i look up to where the terrace is supposed to be when i see him. this man, he had his hair neatly styled to the left. he wore medium rectangular glasses. he was tall, attractive, and classy. i cant quite remember what exactly he was wearing but it seems to be a white button up shirt with nicely fitted, not too tight, denim pants. i dont remember exactly how, but my family and I made it into his house. everything is exactly where it should be according to the model house. same floor plan, same measurements, but definitely not the same house. it was strange. almost as if i was being watched. and me alone. the house was nicely furnished with a bit of human touches here and there, but absolutely nothing about the house screams human. the house was just a nightmare waiting to happen.

my conscious self bore curiousity like fruit, and i found myself coming up the stairs, somewhere i definitely shouldnt be. again, same floor plan as it should, so i went towards the direction of this one room, which should be my sister's bedroom at home. as i entered, though not without struggle as the door was locked, or rather, stuck, there was coquette furnishing everywhere. this was when coquette was barely a thing, in fact, it was a year before the initial trend started. it was giving melanie martinez with shades of mental hospital lighting. the laced decorations on the cushions of chairs and bedsheets had little to no contrast to the extreme white of the walls, floors, and light. everything was so white. too white, if that's even possible. then there was this girl, on the floor, across the room from me. she looked starved. she looked controlled, if that makes any sense. a victim of sadistic "dollkeeping". she was in chains, or handcuffs, i cant remember, but she was bound on the bed. her eyes screamed help but her mouth remained silent, yet i could hear every word in her mind. i panicked after hearing the man from earlier walk up the stairs. i quickly left the room and went into his bedroom. somehow it looked even whiter than the previous one. even more sadistically white. there was a little pulley attached to the ceiling, and with my curiosity, i pulled it, revealing a hidden staircase to an attis. this room should have been impossible to construct, especially with the way the house is designed. this part of the dream has started to be less vivid, and most of it i couldnt fully remember. i remember going into another room, which would be my room in real life. it had the same eeriness the previous ones held, however it felt somewhat comforting. the same coquette-ish furniture was placed, and another girl was sitting on the floor by the vanity, a younger one this time. once i saw her, i was caught by the man in glasses. i was then forced out of the house.

after leaving the house, i took one last look at this nightmarish sight, still feeling uncanny from my experience. nothing i saw was particularly frightening, but the vibes, the feeling that place gave me was, to say the least, the most horror ive ever felt asleep. somehow, i still miss that dream, and would wish to relieve it again. ive had dreams with a similar effect to this one, but not quite as good. I've heard songs that weirdly remind me of this dream, despite having different, if not opposite vibes. whenever i listen to these songs, it takes me back immediately. I've seen some pictures of liminal spaces that give me the same vibes, but nothing could top the eeriness of this nightmare. it gave me a certain hyperfixation of liminal spaces, dream core and backrooms. this dream had haunted the back of my mind for years, and only now have i found a way to give it some sort of closure. some way to let it go once and for all. it will probably still haunt me, but at least now ive let it out through words, and not through nightmares.

[lucysweatslove]

Hidden because (self/personal) body negativity which can be triggering for people.

So, I got connected with my preceptors + tonight we have an orientation meeting via zoom. This has all reminded me that a) my body has changed substantially since the last time I bought any clothes to look “professional,” and b) my body had changed substantially since the last time I even needed scrubs.

I have been thinking about how to dress my body etc to feel comfortable + look appropriate for the settings I’ll be in for clinicals. I have a kinda healthy-ish relationship with with my body on a normal day, mostly neutrality and I’m okay with that after like, my first decade of life being primed to hate my body, and the next decade and a half actively hating it, and only trying to embrace myself in a more neutral (since honestly positivity seems impossible) way for 5. So I was looking at Kibbe body typing and, being unable to figure it out, I decided to take a “chest height” picture and try on the clothes.

Note that I haven’t actually looked at myself in most of my clothing in a while, as since I started applying to school and Cold Weather hit, I’ve mostly been in loungr clothes. I’ve gained a bit of weight since last year and re-measured myself to get a couple good fitting bras. So I have two bras that fit well (36D4 which is like a F-H depending on the brand). My bust line is larger than that but because of my shape, these cups seem to work well.

Anyway I first took the picture and just. I couldn’t. I took it in a pair of leggings + a loose top, what I normally wear to the gym but I’m a bralette top instead of a sports bra, and I stood there as I saw the picture and just thought “I went out of the house looking like this!? I GO out of the house and into public at all like this?” And I try to deconstruct it- imagine in a different bra, with different clothing and different lines, and I couldn’t see myself in anything that looked even just okay.

I’m really trying to continue to see myself neutrally, but today is a very negative body image day, and it’s not so much my weight or size that triggers me as much as it is my weight distribution. I’m slightly more leggy than torso-y, which I think leggy is considered one of those stupid “beauty standards,” but at just under 5’4” this just translates to most jeans fitting my inseam and not me actually looking super leggy or tall. And that’s where anything “normal” or “ideal” ends.

I’m relatively short waisted, so my hip bones sit a little higher. My hips are also narrow. They do not collect weight. Sure, they “grow” in inches when I gain weight, but it’s slower and they don’t get a curved appearance. I have a larger bust, and I do get some weight gain there. And while I do gain a little flesh in the arms and thighs, my arms typically look a bit disproportionately thin compared to the rest of me. I mostly gain weight right at my midsection, only collecting a little bit in the rib/under bust but collecting a lot from waist to pelvis. I don’t have a very well defined waist and I never have. My whole midsection is WIDE and always has been, even at my lowest weight. I don’t mean just inches/size, but I have always LOOKED wider- like at a 26-27” waist I know I looked wider than that. Part of this might be the relative straightness of my lines, and like, no ass. I mean that. Idk HOW but apparently my weight collected mostly ABOVE the butt so it literally looks so flat.

And the bust… don’t get me wrong, I generally like them, but attempting to dress them in a modest way is so hard. A V often looks best on me, I’ve found, but finding work appropriate Vs are hard because my breasts sit up high and often get squished so cleavage is super noticeable and inexcusable. The new bras help with a separation, but many shirts still pull them and squeeze because they aren’t large enough in the bust. In in order to fit the bust still in a way that still gives some separation, the rest of the shirt is looser, which, with a shirt that has waist emphasis (ie not a box), looks really off. These waist emphasis shirts also typically hit at the wrong spot because of the short waist, or because of my larger breasts, the waist sits at the rib cage instead looking more empire waist and shortening my torso even more, which I think makes me look both childish and even frumpier in the mid section.

I’ve been having decent-ish luck with cropped jeans and boxier shirts, but it’s still not… right.

I know I will likely drop some weight this summer as I usually do- summer is when I hike more and gravitate towards more fruits like berries and just naturally I lose a bit. But, I don’t have time before I start at my clinic for this, I will have winter and spring clinicals too, AND I shouldn’t have to change my body to find clothes that fit and look professional and harmonious on me.

Also my body shape is nearly never representing in plus size fashion in general. It’s always flat-tummy (or slightly larger) and large asses and hips, which is also beautiful and should be represented as some plus size women obviously look like that… I just think the general message is “your body is so unattractive that if we showcased it, we couldn’t sell clothes.” And THAT makes me sad.

[e-dubbc11]

A Better Night

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: A couple of swear words, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, alludes to smexy time but PG-13 for the most part. Mention of conceal carry, other self defense weapons

Word Count: 3.3k-ish

Summary: You’ve had a terrible day at work, Billy surprises you at home with dinner and ready to pamper you and make sure you have a better night

A/N: I finished this before I left for my vacation so it’s just been sitting for a month and a half, waiting patiently to be published. I’ve had dreams about this, we all just want to be pampered, right? Especially by this man! I wrote it pretty quickly so if there are mistakes or if it’s boring or bad, I’m sorry. But I hope you enjoy it!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

It had already been a long day and it was only noon. Your morning was filled with meetings, emails and zero time for breaks. He had called you on your lunch break, as usual, and you had been short with him even though you didn’t mean to be. His initial reaction was to snap back at you but he’s learned a few things since the beginning of your relationship.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before speaking again. “Well I hope your day gets better, sweet girl.” He said that knowing full well that while your work day may not get better, he was going to try his hardest to make sure your night would be. You’ve gone above and beyond making Billy feel better after a hard day at work, so it was his turn to return the favor.

After hanging up, you immediately regretted being snippy with him. All he did was call to see how your day was going just like he did every day. It was the sweetest thing and you loved him so much for it. Billy didn’t deserve that, so before your lunch break was over, you sent him a text. I’m sorry, handsome. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I love you. But you didn’t receive a reply back and assumed he was probably mad at you. Great, having your boyfriend mad at you just adds to the already banner day you were having.

Your work day didn’t get any better after lunch either. The papers just kept piling higher and higher, the emails kept coming in, the phone never stopped ringing, and all you wanted to do was to go home and relax with a glass of wine until Billy came home. Apologies were better in person anyway.

Billy was on your mind for the rest of the day because of how you treated him and you felt awful. You just hoped he would accept your apology.

After pulling your keys out of your purse, you thought you heard music coming from inside your apartment. Was the television on? Billy never got home before you did, so you couldn’t be positive he was on the other side of the door. He did like to watch the news in the morning, maybe he accidentally left it on.

As you were putting your key into the lock, you noticed one of your freshly manicured nails was broken. Fantastic. You couldn’t get inside fast enough but you were ready in case there was an intruder inside—an intruder who liked listening to romantic music while they robbed you. That sounded absolutely ridiculous but you never know so you had your kitty knuckles on one hand and pepper spray in the other.

Billy heard your keys so he stopped what he was doing in the kitchen to greet you when you walked in.

You carefully opened the door and peeked your head inside and saw him standing near the dining room table. He was wearing your apron that said “No Bitchin’ in My Kitchen,” his dress shirt sleeves were undone and rolled up to his elbows, and he greeted you with his million dollar smile like he always did. “Welcome home, beautiful.” He noticed your weapons of choice in your hands. “Shit baby, put your kitty knuckles and pepper spray away, it’s only me!” Billy started to laugh. “I am very proud of you for being ready though, just in case. I’m surprised you don’t have your piece out.” He joked. Billy made sure you were prepared and equipped at all times.

“Well I didn’t think an intruder would be listening to romantic music while stealing our stuff but I still wasn’t sure. I was just on high alert after the day I had.” You joked back with a smile of your own.

Immediately, you started to apologize profusely. “Billy, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to—“

He cut you off.

“No, no I know you were just having a hard day, my love.” He said as he removed your purse from your shoulder. “Now, don’t move.” He turned on his heels and headed towards the kitchen, whatever he was cooking smelled delicious. The scent of garlic, onion, and Italian herbs hung in the air.

The red wine sat out breathing in a decanter on the kitchen counter, there were fresh long stem, red roses in the tall vase on the dining room table, and the tapered candles were lit. Everything looked so beautiful.

Like he had read your mind, Billy came back with a glass of wine and he kissed you on the forehead. You didn’t deserve all of this and you couldn’t help but smile because of how adorable he looked in your apron.

“You did all this for me, baby?” You asked, still surprised by it all. Setting your wine on the table, you went to him, wrapped your arms around him as he embraced you too, the scent of his cologne still clung to his shirt from this morning, and you stood there holding each other waiting to see who would let go first.

It was you who pulled away first but it was only to clasp your hands behind his neck and pull him towards you for a kiss. He tasted like tomato sauce and basil. “Well I left work early because I wanted to make sure your evening was better.” He leaned down to kiss you again, the tension in your body loosened slightly, and you were just so relieved to be home with the man you loved.

“So have a seat, my love. Dinner will be ready in a little while.” He gestured for you to go and sit on the couch. “Go on. And don’t distract me.” He winked at you and gently smacked you on your ass, as you let out a little yelp.

You could see why Billy was in charge of people. They listened to him, followed his orders, and worked hard for him. It was because he took care of his employees and now he was taking care of you.

So you removed your shoes, walked over to the couch and sat down with your wine. You were so used to doing chores and cooking when you came home, you weren’t exactly sure what to do with yourself so you asked Billy if he needed any help. “Do you need any help, handsome?”

He yelled from the kitchen. “You’ve been on the couch for 30 seconds and you wanna help?! RELAX, baby! Can you do that for me, please?” You could tell he was smiling as he was saying it but he was very serious that he just wanted you to decompress from your day and you can’t do that if you’re on your feet, trying to help him.

So you just continued to sit on the couch, with your wine, while Billy did whatever he was doing in the kitchen. You were pretty sure he was making the lasagna he knows you love so much.

It was easy to get a rise out of Billy by bothering him and asking him questions, especially while he was cooking. “What are you makin’ in there, anyway?” You asked as you tried to keep from cracking a smile.

“Don’t you even worry about it.” His slight New York accent showing through and sounding incredibly sexy.

You angled your body so your back was resting against the arm of the couch, swung your legs up and turned your head so you could watch him through the breakfast bar window, even though you could only see him from the waist up. His profile was sharp, he had just taken his beard down a little that morning so you could see all of the angles on the side of his face.

Billy’s deep brown eyes concentrating on cutting the herbs to add to the sauce, tasting everything and adding spices when needed. You watched his lips touch the wooden spoon to taste the sauce, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip, he raised his eyebrows, nodded his head and set the spoon down on the stove.

He must have felt you staring at him because he turned to face you, smiled lovingly at you and his eyes were glittering like chips of dark glass. “You see something you like, beautiful?” Billy asked.

You smiled back. “I always see something I like when I’m looking at you, my love.” His nose turned a little pink as well as his ears, he was blushing.

Dinner was delicious, Billy did make his lasagna, a Caesar salad and for dessert he picked up some cannoli from the bakery. You each talked about your work day, made each other laugh, and you just felt the stress melt away from your body.

This was exactly what you needed after the day you had, but he wasn’t finished spoiling you yet. You started to gather the dishes to bring to the kitchen when he stopped you.

“No, no love—I’ll do that.”

“But you cooked, Billy so I clean up, those are the rules.” You said, looking a little confused.

“I said I’ll do it, baby.” The tone of his voice was tense, he really did not want you to help. “I laid something out on the bed for you, go put it on.”

You bit back your smile. “What? Billy, you’ve already done so much for me.”

“Just go put it on, sweet girl. I’ll be there in a minute.” He winked at you again and started to clear the table.

Curiously, you proceeded across the living room floor and headed towards your bedroom, glancing over your shoulder a couple of times because you could feel Billy looking at you, waiting to see what your reaction would be.

You adjusted the dimmer switch to give your bedroom a dim glow, he had candles burning in there too and there on the bed was what looked to be the warmest, fluffiest bathrobe you think you’ve ever seen. You reached out to touch it, the fabric ran through your fingers like butter, it was exceptionally soft. What was he up to, anyway?

You undressed and slipped the robe on. It was the softest thing that has ever been on your body, you just stood there for a minute, admiring it, touching it, and you couldn’t believe it was yours. Sitting on the edge of the bed with your legs crossed, you waited for Billy.

You could hear him rinsing the dishes and loading them into the dishwasher, the silverware made chime like noises, and he had wrapped up the rest of the food and put it in the refrigerator.

“Do you like it, baby?” He asked you with his hands in his pockets, while leaning against the door frame, looking at you from head to toe, and smirking while he did it.

“Like it? Billy, I LOVE it! This is beautiful and so cozy.” Your boyfriend was just full of surprises tonight.

“Ok, stay right there.” He walked into your bathroom and began to run the water in the bathtub. You watched him scurry back and forth between rooms, carrying candles, more red roses, a glass of wine, and the strong scents of lavender and rose coming from the bathtub smelled like heaven.

After the tub was full, he turned the water off and shuffled more things around. You bit down on your thumb in anticipation, smiling from ear to ear as you did so. Billy always had to be the best, even if his only competition was from himself.

He tried so hard to make you happy but sometimes smaller gestures meant more than more extravagant ones. The fact that he cooked dinner for you would have been enough but he always wanted to do more.

He made sure everything was exactly the way he wanted it before leading you into the bathroom, he had you close your eyes of course and when you opened them it looked like a scene from a movie.

The warm soft glow from the candles gave off just enough light to see everything he did, your glass of wine was resting on the edge, an inflatable pillow for your head, and red rose petals covering every inch of the surface of the water.

“Billy…it’s beautiful. I don’t know what to say. Thank you.” You said as you snaked your arms around his long torso, he hugged you back and kissed the top of your head.

“I just really wanted you to have a good night, love.” He squeezed you tight and tilted your chin up so you were looking into his endless dark eyes. He inched his face closer to yours and your lips met in the middle, softly at first, and then with more vigor and passion. His tongue twisted and knotted with yours as he started to untie your robe, but he pulled away. “Didn’t I say not to distract me?” He said as you shied away slightly while looking up at him. “Come on, baby. Get in the tub and enjoy your bath, ok?”

It did look very inviting and you actually could not wait to get in. Billy untied the robe, opened it to reveal your naked body underneath, the look in his eyes was primal and raw, his eyes roamed all over you like he wanted to take you right there but tonight was about helping you relax. He let the robe fall completely to the floor, took your hand in his, led you to the tub, and helped you in.

The water was hot, borderline too hot but it felt amazing and the lavender bath oil you could already feel it on your skin. You were at complete ease, he made you forget all about the bad day you had.

Time seemed to stand still while you relaxed in the bath, you haven’t felt this calm in a long time. The tightness in your body let go and when you finally stood up, your legs felt like jelly. You wanted to thank Billy for everything he had done for you tonight, no one has ever done anything like that for you so you dried yourself off, covered yourself with the robe and headed for the living room.

When you walked into the room, there was Billy. He was sitting on the couch with his eyes closed and his head propped up with his hand and his elbow resting on the arm of the couch. “He sleeps.” You said quietly to yourself while smiling. Not wanting to disturb him too much, you carefully walked over to the couch and sat down next to him with ease. Brushing a stray hair away from his face, you sat up on your knees and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, the bristles of his beard tickling your soft lips.

You weren’t exactly sure why, but tears welled up in your eyes thinking about all of the things this sweet man had done for you today and what he does for you every day. A tear fell down your cheek, that’s when he opened his eyes, somewhat startled. He must have been sleeping hard.

Billy looked over at you, eyes half open and gave you a smile. “Hey sweet girl. How was your bath?” He quickly noticed your tear stained cheek. “What’s wrong? Did I do it wrong? I did it wrong didn’t I, the bath oil was too much? Not enough?”

You grazed his beard with your thumbs. “Billy, no no everything was perfect, baby.”

“Then why are you crying, my love?”

You crawled into his lap, buried your face into the crook of his neck, and kissed him under the shirt collar, his skin was warm and you felt the smile spread across his face. “I don’t know, I just—well, no one has done anything like this for me before. You thought of everything—this was so sweet—and, I just want to say—thank you and…I love you.” Another tear fell down your cheek.

Billy swept his thumb across your cheek to gently wipe the tear away. “Y/n, I just wanted to pamper you a little bit. You put up with me working long hours, my moods, and just…me. You put up with me so it’s the least I could do.” He looked away from you, he did that when he was embarrassed or ashamed of himself in some way, even though he had no reason to be.

“Billy, look at me please.” He turned to face you and pressed his lips together. “We take care of each other, baby. That’s why we, for lack of a better term, work. You love me, right?”

The expression on his face softened and he furrowed his brow a little, like he couldn’t believe that you could even question something like that. “More than anything.”

You gently scratched his scalp with your fingernails and gave him a warm smile. “That’s why we do things for each other, I don’t just put up with you…I love you.”

Billy still really wasn’t used to having someone love and care for him as you do. In the beginning, he always felt the need to buy you something to show you how much he cared for you or take you to an expensive restaurant. While those things are nice, you would try to convey that it wasn’t always necessary.

He’s learned that little gestures like surprising you with flowers, or a cup of coffee, bringing home ice cream because it’s your favorite, are all ways to let you know that he cares about you, they tell you that he loves you, just like he did tonight.

He didn’t give you a diamond bracelet or take you on a fancy vacation, Billy made you feel loved by making you dinner, drawing you a hot bath and making sure you were relaxed. That was more special than any piece of jewelry he could buy you.

“I love you too, sweet girl.” He leaned forward slowly to have his lips meet yours. They tasted like red wine and chocolate from the cannoli.

“Did you eat that cannoli without me?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

He gave you a surprised look. “Cannoli? What cannoli? I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, beautiful.” Even though he was trying to bite back a smile, it didn’t matter because his eyes were doing the smiling for him.

You inched closer to him and pressed your lips to his again. “Nice try, handsome. I can taste it on your lips ya know.”

Billy touched his tongue to his top teeth and looked down at the tie for the robe then back up to your face.

“You see something you like, Mr. Russo?” You knew calling him that drove him absolutely crazy.

He started to untie your robe.

“I think I could see it better without this on.” He tugged on the robe a little.

As you sat back on your heels, straddling him, Billy untied the robe and lightly touched your smooth glowing skin underneath. He took in the scents of lavender and rose that were leftover from your bath as he nipped at your jaw, your chin tilted up to give him better access to the sweet spot on your neck, and you started to unbutton his dress shirt.

“Let’s go to bed.” He growled in your ear.

Your bathrobe fell to the floor on your way to the bedroom, Billy audibly gasped as he followed close behind you.

You turned around to face him in the doorway to your bedroom, he pulled you by the waist so your body was flush with his as you asked him “Are you finished pampering me, my love?”

“Oh I’m not even close to being done with you.” Billy whispered. “Not…even…close.”

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[cyborg-franky]

One Piece Character Wearing Lingerie For You Part 2

Part 2 The boys wearing sexy lingerie for you. Undercut is slightly perhaps N/SFW-ish images and defo horny writing . Art by @rosiinante headcannons by me!

Sanji - When you suggest it to the cook, he just grins at you. - “You assume I don’t always wear something under my clothes?” He said with a chuckle and untucked his dress shirt, showing you a little of the black lace. - “But if you want to see something a little spicier Swan, I can do that.” - Told to meet the chef late that night. - When you knocked on his door, told to come in you did just that. - You never expected Sanji to be posed on his bed like you were about to paint a picture of him. - The pink strappy number looked amazing on his skin. - The way Sanji looked you over, you must have looked stupid stood there with your mouth open before he nodded for you to join him. - He ran his fingertips over his body, each time he got to one of the straps he tugged at it and you watched how all the connecting ones dug into his flesh just a little. - You could tell the chef was feeling himself in this sexy number because the small pink panties weren’t enough to contain his cock. - His erection peeking over the lacy hem…

Law [preskip] - You always thought the man was kinkier than he seemed. - How he dressed in such normal clothes, the jeans and baggy sweater hid everything. - Seeing him now, sat on his chair dressed the way he was, well, it was a shock. - A very pleasant one at least. - “Too horny to put a thought together?” He chuckled, taunting you as you approached him when he beckoned you with one curled finger. - Black lace on tanned skin was intoxicating and driving you crazy. - You just wanted to run your hands all over him. - Law knew that’s exactly what was on your mind and beat you to it, running his own hands up and down his form, a wild smirk on his face. - You watched as inked hands went to his chest, tracing over his nipples, never breaking eye contact with you. - You couldn’t help yourself, you sat at his feet, hands running up his stocking-clad legs as he grinned down at you.

Corazon - He spat out the tea he had been drinking when you asked if he could wear something nice for you for your anniversary. - He wasn’t against it he was simply shocked. - He agreed, you even picked him something nice out. - He was self-conscious at first, his long, long legs completely exposed and showing off miles of scars. - You ran your hands up and down his legs, you kissed each scar as he sat on the bed with a blush on his face. - “They are part of you and just as beautiful.” You commented making your way up his legs, never missing a single scar, each getting a kiss. - Despite how embarrassed he seemed, his thick cock bulged against the sheer fabric of the panties and you glanced at him hungrily. - His nipples were stiff and pert from the cool air, the cutouts in the top part of the outfit doing nothing to help. “Your very handsome.” You commented as your hands found their way to his skirt, flipping the fabric up.

Sabo - He stared at the cards in his hand before the ones you’d laid down. The grin on your face spelt his doom. - “Another round?” He chuckled and saw you shake your head. - Sabo had been keen to get you into something embarrassing and was less than happy with how the tables had turned. - You were soon sat on his bed and waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. - “Come on, I at least picked a nice one and a matching hat” You called, getting bored, tapping your foot on the floor. - He peeked around the corner and saw you raise an eyebrow. - “Don’t laugh, I think it actually looks nice..” He mumbled. - “Just come on already.” - He stepped out and showed off his legs, you admired them, scars and all. - “You... wow... you do look good in that,” You said gawking at him. - The blue-suited him, the way it hugged his muscles was perfect. - He walked over to you and you could tell the compliment hand landed well. - His erection lifted the frilly skirt. - He was now grinning down at you as he stood over your lap, lifting said skirt and showing off his hard cock. - Oh, you both enjoyed this more than you thought…

[itsclydebitches]

Okay, I’ve been trying to pinpoint why Trent comes across as so damn soft in the S2E12 parking lost scene, beyond the obvious acting choices (heart eyes) and dialogue (“I love our chats”).

What I’ve realized is that - for me anyway - Trent is a character who initially comes across as so put together, so self-assured, that any change to how he presents himself feels like a pretty significant departure from where we started. More-so than, say, the already emotionally approachable Ted dressing down in sweats at home. Take a look at Trent Crimm, The Independent when he’s on the job:

Despite the cool “vibe” he’s got going on, he’s clearly leaning towards presenting as a professional. There’s almost always something paired with his blazer to up its formality just a bit: a collared shirt (image 2), a collared shirt alongside the less formal t-shirt (image 1), or a tie (image 3). Even when he’s not wearing a tie (image 1) the lanyards the press have provide the same basic shape and, of course, they are a mark of his function in this space: he’s a journalist. He’s a professional.

Alongside his clothes, in most of the press scenes Trent’s hair looks deliberately styled. He’s gotten rid of his natural part down the middle, his hair overall has a lot more volume, said volume has helped to spread the white out, and there are sections (particularly in image 3) that look like they’ve been dried and then had the wave put back into them. It’s a look that, as someone with curly hair that has never once listened to reason, makes me seethe. (Insert obvious reminder that actors have a whole team of stylists and we can’t compare ourselves to them here.)

Finally, Trent is a character who is constantly moving. If he’s not writing something down in his little notebook, he’s removing, fiddling with, or pointing with his glasses. This is a guy who just naturally uses whatever is in his hands to help make his point, while also being a man who ensures he always does have something in his hands, which makes any moment of stillness really stand out.

So now compare all that to this:

First, he’s only got a novelty t-shirt under the blazer, rather than the collar and/or tie/lanyard combo. It’s not the first time we’ve seen one of his tees, but notably the scenes before this also carry with them an air of informality: his potential date at the pub and his awkward little gesture/smile in the press room when Ted tells him to, “bring it on, baby!”

The blazer he’s in isn’t the mustard one we saw three-ish times at the beginning of season one (and it’s interesting how overall Trent’s style loosens up after he’s converted - for lack of a better word - by Ted in S1E3). His hair looks a lot flatter here. Which isn’t to say it looks bad (is that even possible?), just that it doesn’t appear to be styled in the same way as when he’s on the job. Less volume, less curl, a visible part, streak all in one section, hair tucked behind his ears... it feels like a low-maintenance weekend look, which is arguably more intimate. “This is what I look like after just a quick brush” vs. “This is what I look like after taking time to look my best.” Though it’s not visible for most of the scene, those cheetah print shoes are absolutely a choice - far more daring and individualized than the white sneakers he’s worn before. And, most interestingly, Trent does away with all of his usual tools. He doesn’t have his notebook out for obvious reasons. He starts out with his phone in hand, but chooses to put that away once Ted comes out. He also puts his glasses away, despite them being his go-to prop for most conversations. Here, Trent is completely relaxed and completely focused on Ted.

A lot of these subtle changes can obviously be chalked up to the fact that he isn’t a journalist anymore. There’s no need to do your hair and put on tie when you’re not going into work. But the fact that this conversation takes place while Trent is comparatively relaxed helps sell the feeling of them not just having any old chat, but one that’s a lot more personal and, perhaps, is the start of a closer relationship moving forward. As said at the start, the “Oh damn, this guy is besotted” feeling stems primarily from the really big stuff: flirty dialogue about his “vibe,” changing what he loves from “writing” to “our chats,” the fond smile, just straight up admitting that he blew up his career for Ted. But alongside that, I think Trent’s comparatively dressed-down getup and his unnaturally still (for him) approach to the conversation reinforces the idea that this is a man who is both comfortable in front of Ted and utterly enthralled with him. I think the depth of “I love our chats” isn’t just Trent enjoying the literal dialogue, but also the ease with which he can be himself in front of Ted. Trent doesn’t need the barrier of clothes and glasses fiddling to wheedle out a story because he’s not a journalist anymore, but he’s not a journalist in large part because Ted taught him to cherish something “deeper.” We saw this work all the way back in S1E3 when, in the face of Ted’s good nature, Trent found himself ditching his jacket, loosening his tie, and - with the help of some spice - giving in to a less than perfect presentation of himself.

That was a Trent who stumbled over his words, got caught with his mouth full, came to realize how badly he’d misjudged Ted... but Ted still loved spending time with him (“You really mean that, don’t you?”). Now, this is likewise a Trent who is kinda awkward in his speech, admits to stuff he can’t do, blows his own offer by locking his keys in his car. Trent Crimm: Independent is a far more humanized character than Trent Crimm, The Independent was, and that change is explicitly tied to his relationship with Ted. Embracing that part of himself speaks as much to Trent’s love for Ted (in whatever form that might look like) as straight up saying, “I love our chats” does. To me, those subtle changes basically say, “You helped make this version of me, Ted. Here he is! Hope you like what you’ve made.”

(and then Trent continues listening to Ted by taking the “follow your bliss” advice and literally following him out of the parking lot, thanks for coming to my TED talk.)

[anythingwriter]

The Doe Eyed Woman

Thomas Shelby x reader

Warnings: Nothing really, just swearing and my bad writing:)

Requested by: anonymous

Word count: 1,923 of pure trash

Summary: Grace doesn’t understand why Tommy won’t give her the time of the day, but when she sees a beautiful doe eyed woman comforting Tommy she’s even more confused. So she decides to ask Harry who the mysteriously beautiful woman is.

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Grace was having a hard time figuring out Thomas Shelby. She thought he was going to be easy to seduce, what more could he want? She was a beautiful woman who seemed to care about him. So why wouldn’t he even spare her a glance?

She had been working at the Garrison for weeks now, always making sure to push up her breast a little more than normal and look at Tommy like she wanted to pounce him when he walked through the doors, but when she was only receiving hungry and lustful stares from his brother John, she gave up. Was she not trying hard enough? Or was she trying too hard?

One day she dolled up extra nice, wearing a beautiful emerald dress, enough to catch eyes but nothing too extra. She was probably the only color Small Heath had to offer.

Walking into the Garrison that morning she knew it was going to be a busy day, judging by the line of men waiting outside the doors. Some of which she recognized from being regulars.

“Good morning Grace!”

“Mornin’ Mr.Harris,” she gave him the nicest smile she could, knowing he brought in a majority of Harry’s funds.

She went into the back after bidding Harry a good day, and put away her coat and such. She checked herself in the mirror, making sure everything was perfect before going to the bar and getting ready for business.

****************Time Skip***************

Later in the afternoon it had surprisingly calmed down, Grace was just refilling a glass here and there, having small talk with Harry, but then her moment of peace was broken.

Everyone could hear the yelling from outside, no doubt the Shelby brothers had gotten into something. The yells were full of harsh words and they were steadily getting louder, meaning they were coming closer.

Most the people in the bar decided to leave now while they could, not ready to face the wrath of the angry brothers. It was very clear they were not having a good day.

While the shouts were getting increasingly louder and more men scurried out, Grace double checked herself in the mirror, undoing a button or two from the top of her dress.

The three brothers and even their Aunt Polly stormed in, they all had fire behind their eyes. Tommy was looking the most pissed between the four of them. Maybe now was her chance to comfort him.

She looked up at him through her lashes, “would you like some whiskey, Mr.Shelby?”

He gave her a brief glance before nodding his head, and walked back towards the private booth.

Grace frowned a little, maybe today wasn’t her day after all. Surely he would break soon though, right? After all he was Thomas Shelby, he was a very closed off man. Just a little bit longer and she was sure he would break.

The rest of the Shelbys/Grays decided to follow Tommy’s lead into the back, all nodding to Grace to let her know they would like whiskey as well. As they were all entering the private booth, John was the last one in. Before he shut the door he turned and looked at Grace with a knowing look on his face, “nice dress, really matches your eyes love,” and winked before shutting the door. Grace blushed profusely, why wouldn’t Tommy compliment her?

After grabbing the whiskeys and heading towards the booth Grace heard the door to the bar opening, but she didn’t bother to look, too preoccupied with trying to get Tommys attention. She made sure she bent down low enough at the table for anyone to see down her shirt. Naturally Tommy didn’t look, but she could feel Johns eyes on her and sighed.

She was a little shocked when she walked out the booth to see a beautiful woman talking to Harry, she had never seen you around before.

After hearing the door to the room shut, you kindly ended your conversation with Harry and turned around to walk in. Grace was astonished by your beautiful doe eyes, they made you look so pure and innocent. At that moment Grace became a little self conscious of her own eyes, yours were absolutely breathtaking.

Walking towards the door to see your husband and family, Grace quickly stopped you saying you were not allowed to go in there.

“I’m so sorry miss, but the room is occupied at the moment and is for family only.” She said it like she was proud, keeping a treasure like you away from Tommy was probably a good thing, she couldn’t have the attention taken from her.

You looked at Grace for a moment, thinking she was joking. But when you realized she wasn’t you let out a chuckle.

Grace turned a little red in the face, why were you laughing? She said nothing funny. “I’m sorry, but who are you? You can’t go in there so stop laughing and go sit somewhere else!” She increasingly became frustrated as you began to laugh harder.

Harry did not look pleased at all.

“Look-“

Harry finally had enough, scared to let it go too far because he knew how Tommy acted when someone disrespected his wife. “Grace, she is fine. Let her through.”

Grace looked at Harry stunned and unwillingly moved to the side to allow you in. You turned and gave a great full smile to Harry before making your way toward the door. Before you got there you made sure to “accidentally” hit Graces shoulder for a little dramatic affect. You chuckled one more time at her flabbergasted face and shut the door behind you.

Grace turned to ask Harry a question, but he was already dealing with another customer. She would just ask him later then.

**************20-ish minutes later*************

Around five minutes ago Aunt Polly and the brothers had left, leaving you and Tommy in the private booth. You could tell he had a rough day, you could see it in his eyes. Oh how you could get lost in his eyes. You could look in them for hours feeling like you were drowning in the sea, and you told him too. He always says you’re being dramatic but then tells you how much he loves your eyes. Claims they’re like beauty he’s never seen before.

“Tommy,” you said softly. You didn’t want to disturb him, he seemed lost in his own world. When he didn’t acknowledge the calling of his name you took it upon yourself to move closer towards him. You carelessly swung your legs over his lap so you were straddling him, banging your knee on the table in the process. You silently cursed yourself, feeling the bruise forming already.

Tommy had finally focused his attention on you, laughing at your clumsiness. He sat down his whiskey and rubbed his hands up your thighs affectionately, smiling as your eyes met.

“You okay love?” He struggled to keep in his chuckles at your pained look. “Gotta’ be more careful baby, can’t have you marking up your beautiful body.”

You stared at him with the look, the one that made his heart swoon, your captivating doe eyes boring into his ocean blues.

“Well to be fair, Thomas, I wouldn’t have bruised myself if you paid attention to me,” you stopped and reached up to grab his face, forcing him to look at you, “ what’s going on in that big head of yours, eh love?”

Tommy sighed, deciding to let the insult you threw at him pass. “Just a busy day love, that Solomons is a bloody pain in my arse.”

You chuckled at this, knowing of his rocky relationship with the crazy London man. You liked him though, he seemed to be the only one to truly challenge Tommy. He kept him on his toes and you enjoyed their childlike banter. No one would think either of them were notorious gangsters if they saw the way they acted together.

“Give Alfie a break honey, I’m sure he says the same about you,” you giggle to a very annoyed Tommy.

“At least I’m tolerable, he’s like a rooster who crows at the arse crack of dawn,” he smiled when he heard your loud bark of laughter. He couldn’t help but join in himself. After moments of laughing together at the despair of Alfie Solomons, Tommy looked at you with a loving look on his face. He loved when you laughed like that, completely getting lost in the moment.

You looked up at Tommy too and smiled at him, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck before leaning in to give him a kiss. Tommy squeezed both your thighs tight, smiling into the kiss himself like a lovesick teenager.

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Unbeknownst to you and Tommy, Grace had seen everything through a crack in the side window. She was going to hand Tommy a drink through it, but stopped when she heard your giggles. She had yet to ask Harry who you were.

When she saw you on Tommy’s lap she was shocked, must be a whore she thought. But then she saw the look in Tommy’s eyes, a look she had never seen them portray before.

Love

Thomas Shelby was in love with whoever that woman was. Was this why she couldn’t get through to him? Were you the one clouding his judgement this whole time?

Looking through the crack one more time Grace quickly looked away when seeing you kissing. She may have been spying on him but she wasn’t a creep. Seeing that her suspicions were confirmed, Grace became even more curious as to who you were. The doe eyed woman was the one dancing through his mind all day, not Grace.

But just who were you?

Just as Grace was turning around she saw Harry making his way over.

“Harry!” She called waving down his attention. Harry cocked a brow before making his way over to the barmaid.

“Who is that woman in there with Tommy? The one you told me to let through earlier?”

Harry looked at her momentarily shocked, had she not known ? Surely everyone in Small Heath knew about the beauty that tamed the beast.

“That, in there is y/n Shelby. Tommy’s wife.”

Grace looked at him with wide eyes. Wife? He was married?

“Oh, I didn’t know he was married. How long have they been together?”

“Since before the war Grace, she’s always been by his side for as long as I can remember. Just know they’re happily married and to never be rude to her, woman or not Tommy will have your head. Now be a dear and go serve the man in the back, he’s been waiting for minutes.” And with that Harry walked off.

Grace stood there for moments in shock. Why hadn’t she known he was married?

As she was walking away to serve the man in the corner, she looked through the crack one last time.

There sitting in the booth was Tommy, with you snuggled into his chest while he adoringly rubbed your back. When she grabbed a refill for the man she realized something.

She was jealous of the doe eyed woman

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a/n: hope y’all liked it, have a great day sugars!❤️

@shadowfoxey

[chubbology]

Inertia

prompt: a man gains weight trying to get his ex-girlfriend back, but goes way too far and gets addicted to gaining

He hadn’t gone to the gym even once in ages.

After a year of singlehood, he wasn’t ashamed to admit anymore that he’d only really gone in the first place to impress women. Ironic, of course, since his ex had never been more than vaguely dissatisfied about his gym habit.

When they first started dating, he had love handles he hated and his thighs had been too thick. He assumed she dated him despite these flaws. Only after he lost weight to please her did he find out that it was his chub that caught her eye. It was bigger guys she was into. It was a lot of miscommunication. A lot of insecurity on his part, since what her preferences meant was that she wanted him to be a little heavy, and he couldn’t possibly accept that with his society-ingrained doctrines about attractiveness.

But those doctrines meant fuck-all now; he was eating a double cheeseburger in his car, helping it down with an orange soda, thinking about dessert. He was wondering if she’d be proud of him now that he’d gained thirty pounds. He wondered if she’d look at him with half-lidded eyes like she used to, if he put on another thirty. Fifty. Whatever.

His phone buzzes. He sits up straighter, belly swelling a little into his lap. It’s her.

Hey. My friend needs to sell her two tickets. I know it’s your favorite band. Interested?

The next text was a link to an information page about an upcoming concert. He’d been so disconnected lately, he hadn’t even heard about it.

Even though he wasn’t actually all that interested, he replied that he was, and they set a date to meet up the next week. Shit. He looked down at himself. If she were someone else, she might be repelled. But she wasn’t someone else…

He was hit with a brilliant, maybe brilliantly stupid, idea. It’s execution began with going right back through the drive thru.

In the days leading up to seeing his ex again, he ate almost constantly. Since he was only doing freelance online at the moment, his work didn’t get in the way of this. He let himself eat whatever he wanted, in amounts three times what his body craved. He pushed himself to a state of being constantly past full. She liked fat guys? Fine. Even if she still didn’t want anything to do with him, he wanted her to see what he could have been, if he hadn’t been such a gym-rat douchebag. If he’d let himself become a lazy, docile boyfriend like she wanted instead, weak and overweight.

It was hard, gaining a lot of weight in a week. The number on the scale didn’t go up as much as he expected, even though he’d eaten enough calories to gain twenty pounds at least. He compensated by showing up to their meeting spot wearing clothes that tightly hugged his body, which now had a good forty-ish pounds of fat clinging to it. Looking in the mirror before he left, he’d almost seen what she was into. His ass had gotten kind of wide and dumpy, but in a sexy way?

He was all nerves when she showed up looking healthy and cute and indifferent about him, holding the tickets in her hands. Almost indifferent. She definitely gave him a once-over, when she thought he wasn’t looking. He could tell she bit the inside of her lip.

“Well,” she said, meeting his eyes fearlessly. Were her cheeks a little red, or was that wishful thinking? “I’ll see you.”

“Really?” he blurted. “Kinda miss hanging out.”

She smiled and turned to leave. “Maybe.”

He went home and binged hard.

*

In contrast to how he grew too slowly in the week before meeting up with her, in the weeks afterward, he gained weight doubletime. Fat rounded him out as easy as if he were a swiftly filling water balloon, engorging his thighs and belly and ass and hips wide and heavy. He ate compulsively as his appetite skyrocketed, as cravings crushed his will to restrain himself. His budget was thrown out of whack as he spent his savings on pantry loads of unhealthy food. His clothes stretched and seams snapped as he struggled to fit in his largest clothes. He shopped in the plus sized section first for comfort, then by necessity.

All the while he could only think: I wished she was watching.

He started imagining her with him. In the car as he ate fast food. At the store as he bought new clothes. Walking beside him as he forced himself to get exercise.

“Slow down, big guy.” “No, I think you need one size bigger.” “Sweating already? You’re so out of shape.”

Why did he like it? Imagining her mocking him? Teasing him? Eyeing his body, fleshy and overfed.

The next time she texted, it was late at night, and his eyes were glazed watching television, eating huge spoonfuls of that miracle drug called Nutella. His belly swelled out of his shirt. His breasts and face were puffy. According to the numbers he punched into Google, he had long crossed the threshold of obesity.

How was the concert?

He stared at the words. This was it. Maybe his only chance. He replied: Didn’t go after all. Been feeling off lately.

To his (very manly) delight, this prompted more questions, and it became clear she wanted a real conversation. Was she thinking of him? Missing him like he missed her? He thought out every response with the careful focus of a rocket scientist. He wasn’t going to mess this up.

He didn’t seem to, and they texted into the early hours of the morning, catching up. Finally, finally she asked to meet up with him again, and - feeling more eager, a little reckless - he tapped out a disclaimer. Or to her, hopefully: motivation.

Just so you aren’t shocked when you see me, I’ve put on weight since I bought those tickets from you. I’m not sensitive about it or anything, but it’s a lot. So here’s a fair warning.

He held his breath as he waited for her reply. Held his breath. Held it…

Oh. Really?

Like before, they set a time the following week. This time, to get coffee. No big deal.

He knew he had more than fulfilled his little scheme of putting on weight to catch her attention, and he could push the breaks now, but he felt helpless against his inertia. At this point, he’d cultivated half a dozen habits that had his weight steadily rising, and he couldn’t just turn them off. If he so much as thought of eating less, his whole body seized up in fearful anticipation and unhappiness, and he found himself cramming a couple moonpies into his mouth just to calm down.

He gained another six pounds between their text conversation and their coffee date. He felt so out of control, so out of shape, so out of line with the standards of popular society that he felt oddly…free. In a way, he felt free of anxious self-consciousness as he heaved himself out of his car and waved at her through the coffee shop window. She was sitting in a corner at a table for two. Despite his warning, she looked a little shocked.

When he sat down across from her, his huge ass hanging off the ends of the seat, she appeared to inhale deeply. Her expression was inscrutable.

“You weren’t kidding,” she said.

Blushing, he supposed he deserved a bit of tactlessness, for the tactless way he broke up with her. “What? Oh. Yeah, no. I wasn’t.”

She sipped her coffee, eyes flicking between his flabby chest and his flabby face. In a low tone that no one else would hear, she said, “What happened? For you to get fat as fuck.”

He opened his mouth and closed it. This wasn’t how he was expecting this to go. “Well. I’ve been working from home, stressed out. I let myself go and…” He trailed off when he realized her eyes were cold. No - so hot they seemed cold, like his shower water when turned to the highest setting.

“Is this because of me?” she asked, cutting to the chase. She crossed her legs, now openly surveying him. “Did you decide it was okay to gain a hundred pounds because you thought I’d be into it?”

He was speechless. He swallowed.

“Well? Do you want me back that badly? Ever since I saw you last time, all chubbed out, I’ve been thinking maybe I should give you a second chance.”

“Um.”

“But I don’t know…” She shrugged, but a smirk was hiding just behind that indifferent frown, and he wanted. He wanted her forgiveness, whatever that meant. “How about you gain a hundred more and we’ll go on a real date? Sound good? You’re not the only fat guy out there.”

She was full-on grinning now, and he missed her little games like this. He could play them, too.

“Maybe, but I bet I’m the only guy who’s gotten this fat for you,” he said. She was immediately affected by this, and he licked his lips. “You really want to wait to see me a hundred pounds bigger than this, or do you want to stick around to watch?”

Even quieter, she said, “You saying you like gaining weight? How convenient.”

So she still doubted him. He put out his hands for her to see. “Just look. Look at how fat my hands are. I can’t…” And finally his composure cracked a little. “I can’t stop. I couldn’t stop if I wanted. Even if you never talk to me again, I’m gonna gain weight.”

Any playfulness was gone now from her. She looked like she wanted him, too. “Hmm. Maybe we should go before you break that poor chair, huh?”

He blushed again. God, he was getting docile. “I’m not that bad,” he muttered. But she gave him a cruel grin. She hadn’t entirely forgiven him. “You will be.”

And he knew then: he was doomed. He was already a little bit into his own heaviness, and she was going to take that feeling and amplify it tenfold. She was going to enable every bad habit he had, watch him flounder under his increasing size and become weaker under layers and layers of fat until he could barely lift a two pound dumbbell.

He knew she wanted this to happen, and maybe he’d broken up with her before because he’d been afraid.

But he wasn’t anymore.

“Let’s go then,” he said.

*

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[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Into The Unknown, Part 1

... I have no self-control do not perceive me

Marinette stared at the pile of bright red, yellow, and green clothes on the ground. It was all she’d done in the five-ish minutes since she’d portaled onto the scene. Just… stared.

It wasn’t like there was much else to do, anyways. Red Robin was currently beating the absolute fuck out of the person that had the audacity to disintegrate his brother right in front of him. It wasn’t like she could even fix it because the witch had been out cold before she had been able to pull Red Robin off to get a hit in so she could use her lucky charm.

So, she stared.

It was weird. She could almost feel a person inside the clothes but… maybe that was the residue or the ashes or whatever gets left behind when you zap a person out of existence? She didn’t really want to check, to be honest. Gross.

Eventually, though, she hesitantly leaned down and brushed her hand over it, trying to find the energy and get rid of it because it was really uncomfortable --.

… oh hell no that pile of clothes did not just fucking giggle at her.

She narrowed her eyes and carefully lifted up the bottom of the shirt, only to yelp and fall back. She scrabbled on the gross Gotham alley ground until her back hit Red Robin’s arm and he was forced to pause or risk hitting a meta (which would not have been good for his health).

“What?” He hissed.

She swallowed thickly. “That’s a child.”

“... what?” Red asked, all the anger bleeding from his tone in his confusion.

“We let Batman’s kid turn into a baby,” she whispered… then, it sunk in more. “We let Batman’s kid turn into a baby.”

He straightened on top of the thing that was really more bloody pulp than person at this point. “What do you mean ‘we let Batman’s kid turn into a baby’?”

But she didn’t really get a chance to answer because the baby chose that exact moment to be sick of being suffocated under all the armor and pushed it off.

Red Robin gulped. Because, yep, that was Robin as a baby. Batman was going to kill them.

Except he wasn’t going to kill them. Because Batman doesn't kill. No, Batman would find something even worse and that would suck.

The baby -- Robin? Should she still call him that mentally? -- giggled at their pain. Like an asshole.

They were so fucked.

~

He’d let B’s favorite kid get turned into a baby. Was there a way to get unadopted? Because if there was it was totally going to happen. Or maybe his dad would just cut him off because he was 19 now and could just get kicked out.

No. Nope! Not going to happen. No. He could fix this.

“Okay. Okay okay okay. We need a plan,” he heard himself saying.

Ladybug scoffed. “We? I was barely even here, this is on you.”

“Leave me alone to deal with this and I swear to god I will tell B that you did it.”

She paled. “You wouldn’t. No way.”

“Yes way. So, help me think of something.”

The baby giggled and started crawling over and both of them averted their eyes because, unfortunately, the child did not get baby clothes to go with his random transformation. Baby Damian didn't seem to care as he reached them and started climbing on Ladybug since she was closest. At least it wasn’t him. He did not want to see his adoptive brother’s… ew.

Ladybug made a gagging sound and then quickly summoned a lucky charm. She kept her face turned away as much as her neck would physically allow as she fumbled her way through swaddling the child in a polka-dotted blanket.

And then her shoulders slumped a little. “Great. Great. This is… great,” she muttered, picking up the bundle o’ baby.

He let himself look down now that it was safe.

“Alright, we need to go to another dimension where time moves faster,” Ladybug said after a few seconds. “And then we wait for him to age… fifteen-ish years. Best way to not make Batman notice.”

“... what about us? We also age.”

“Huh…? Oh. Right. You’re human.” She pulled off the glasses she was wearing and blinked a few times before handing it over. “Congrats on your upgrade. The tiny horse god is named Kaalki. She likes cake.”

“The tiny --?” He let out the world’s manliest screech as his eyes landed on the floating bug horse hybrid thing holy shit no no no no no the sci fi movies didn’t prepare him for this shit.

Kaalki looked a little offended but then her eyes landed on the baby and she gasped. “Aw, baby humans are always so cute.”

“Great, Kaalki, you take it,” said Ladybug.

Kaalki did try, to her credit. It just so happened that the approximately one-year-old baby was a lot bigger than the… whatever she was. Tim was refusing to believe that this was a god. Too many implications. He already had something to have a breakdown over, he didn’t need another thing right now, thank you very much.

Tim rested his head in his hands but he had more things to worry about than the blood that he was accidentally streaking through his hair.

“Okay. Okay. We can go to another dimension and try and raise him. Maybe we can make it have a ratio of one month here for every year there so any differences could be blamed on that.”

“Ya!” Said baby Damian. He probably didn’t actually know what was going on but he sure seemed excited so that was cool.

Ladybug sighed and nodded. “Great. You get food and money and clothes and I’ll take this lady to the cops… and I guess I’ll watch the kid until you get back because your dad cannot know.”

They shook on it.

~

This may be the dumbest idea that she’d ever had, and that was saying something. She didn’t know if she could trust Red Robin on this one, they hardly ever worked together. What if he just left her alone with this kid and let her try and figure this out on her own?

No. He wouldn’t do that. He was the last person known to be with Robin. Robin going missing would be bad for him, too. And, besides, she was pretty sure that he was a duty-driven person based on what she’d heard, she just had to hope that he saw this as his duty, too.

She turned the baby in her arms to get more comfortable as she waited for him to (hopefully) come back.

Part of her wanted to try and find someone from this world to reverse this but she didn’t know any outside of her, Adrien, Alix, and (now) Red Robin. Not on a personal level. Not enough that she knew for sure that they wouldn’t blab to Batman about it.

So, no, this is what she was doing.

But she had things to do. So, she pulled out her yoyo-phone-hybrid-thingy and wedged it against her ear.

“Chaton,” she said the moment he picked up. “You’re alone, right?”

“Uh… yeah?”

“Great. I, Ladybug, relinquish the Miracle Box and name Chat Noir the new guardian.”

“WHAT --?!” He didn’t get to finish as a box dropped on his lap and knocked the wind out of him.

“Just for, like, a year and a half. Sorry. Bye!”

“DON’T JUST ‘BYE’ ME WHAT THE --?!”

She hung up and closed the yoyo, hooking it back to her belt and ignoring it when it started buzzing again.

She looked down at Robin, who was squinting up at her. She returned the squint. Why was this baby so quiet? She didn’t get it. Surely, he should have been crying at this point.

“Do you still… remember things?” She asked, hoping against all hope that maybe he had retained his memories at the very least.

Robin smiled at her, but it was the blank-eyed baby smile that meant he wasn’t really understanding her. She bit down a curse.

Great. So, she’d not only gotten a baby but she’d gotten a fucking weird one. Great.

~

Tim left a note for his family saying that he, Damian, and Ladybug were bored and were going dimension hopping. His family would probably be suspicious but, hey, at least it wouldn’t be his problem for a good fifteen years on his end.

And, yeah, he knew this was probably one of his dumber plans but… it wasn’t the dumbest. And he was always one to commit when it came down to it. One time he had faked being shot and dealt with crutches for an entire year just to convince Vicki Vale that he wasn’t Red Robin. He had no fears that he couldn’t see this through.

Ladybug, though? A total mystery. She did nearly everything on a whim as far as he knew. She hopped from city to city fighting crime for absolutely no reason outside of boredom and made up all of her plans on the fly. No, he was a bit concerned about her ability to keep doing it.

So, he went as quickly as he possibly could. There was no rhyme or reason to what he was grabbing. He was just… putting stuff in there. There was money and three watches to help them move between dimensions, yes, but there was also a fanta orange and a copy of Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy and exactly seven pairs of socks.

… yeah, he had the necessities. Probably.

He nearly got out the door before he realized he was still in his crime-fighting gear and he quickly shucked it all off and tossed it into the tub so the blood wouldn’t track any more than it already had. He did not need to avoid Batman’s wrath only to end up on the receiving end of Alfred’s.

He pulled on the first hoodie and jeans he could grab and looked around to make sure he hadn’t left anything of importance.

Okay. Now he was ready to go.

~

Marinette was awkwardly bouncing the baby when Red Robin finally showed up.

… not that she would have recognized him if she hadn’t felt Kaalki hovering in his pocket. In her eyes, he was just a random white guy wearing shades in the middle of the night.

She glanced up at him and gave him an awkward smile.

“Ready?”

He smiled back and held out two watches. Neither fit baby Robin so she prepared herself to choke out a literal baby holy fuck what even was her life.

“Which dimension should we go to?”

“Preferably one without miraculi,” Marinette said. “I don’t want to know what happens if there’s two of the same god in a dimension.”

He nodded slowly. “Probably best if Batman doesn’t exist, either, he’d probably notice my existence.”

“... so… no heroes at all?”

“Looks like we’re going cold turkey,” Red Robin said in a tone that was probably supposed to be joking but just came out flat.

She pushed herself to her feet and waited as he scrolled through the millions of dimensions.

Finally, he came upon one and she added the coordinates to her and Robin’s watches.

She readied Robin’s watch against his neck and tried to ignore the kid’s sudden squirminess.

“3… 2… 1…”

They were gone in a whirl of blue light.

~~~~~

Next

@nathleigh @peachmuses

[moonctzeny]

First Times

“Jae”, you whispered, gaining his attention, “We will still be best friends after this, right?”

He pulls you closer to him, making your face rest on his naked chest. He smelled like sweat and that intense body spray, like those days he came back from his basketball practice to meet you under the treehouse. He smelled like home.

pairing: childhood friend/ceo! jaehyun x fem! reader

genre: smut, angst

word count: 6.584k

warnings: loss of virginity, then not so virgin sex lol, squirting

summary: “Jaehyun had been your best friend ever since you were 7 years old, but after a certain incident he disappears, without informing you of his whereabouts. You had come to terms with the fact that you’ll never see him again until your paths cross unexpectedly, meeting as boss and employee”

a/n: I feel like ceo! jaehyun fics are overwritten so I tried to focus more on the childhood friends to lovers aspect, giving it a little twist

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There was no way that was him.

When you were 10 years old you couldn’t wait to have your first kiss. You were plain obsessed with the romance dramas that were playing on tv, your mom complaining about having to witness the same unrealistic tropes over and over again, but you stayed frozen in front of the screen.

Why were the characters so caught up in the thought of seeing each other? Why were they willing to risk everything they had for the other person? You were curious to find out about the love the grown ups talked about, and playing mommy and daddy with the neighbor’s son, Jaehyun, wasn’t cutting it anymore.

He was waiting for you in his treehouse, preparing his toys for your playdate. A table of pots and cutlery on one side of the room and a battlefield with ships on the other. He preferred when you two dueled for the “fate of your country”, but he knew you liked to play house so he compromised. One hour of what you like and one hour of what he liked, that’s what his mom had said.

You stomped inside, your pout not matching his excited smile.

“Finally, you’re here! Can we play my games first? My uncle got me new soldiers, look!” He ran up to you, a bunch of different green miniatures in his hands. You didn’t bother to spare him a glance, too caught up in your personal drama.

“I don’t want to play games,” you whined, “I want a boyfriend!”

Jaehyun blinked a couple times, confused. “But you have one, me. I am your friend and I am a boy”

You threw your head back in frustration, groaning so loudly that the rest of the neighborhood probably heard you. “Noo it’s not the same! We don’t kiss on the lips and stuff!”

The little boy came closer to you, scowling. He was starting to get really impatient with your whining over these dramas that you liked so much. So what if you don’t kiss and stuff? It’s no big deal anyways!

He grabbed your ears, bringing you closer to his face and he gave you a small peck. Your first kiss.

“There. Will you play with me now?”

When you turned 18 you exchanged your love for dramas with a love for art. You also exchanged your calculus workbooks for oil paints and acrylics, busy with piecing together a portfolio that would get you accepted into art school. There was one thing that stayed stable in your life, however, that followed you from childhood into adolescence.

“Hey, sorry for being late, basketball practice took longer than I expected”, Jaehyun apologized and joined you at his backyard. The treehouse had gotten too old for inhabiting but the trunk you were currently lied against served its purpose as your current hangout after school.

“Hey”, you sniffled and he finally noticed how watery your eyes were. He dropped his sportsbag immediately, and sat next to you on the slightly moist grass, your arms touching.

“I’m guessing Mark denied your offer to go to the prom with you?”

You nodded, hiding your face in his embrace before he sees you crying. Being Jaehyun’s friend wasn’t always easy. His easygoing personality and good looks on top of being president of four school clubs made him one of the most popular kids in high school. You reminded yourself that he’s still the same boy you’ve always known, that you don’t have to feel threatened by the army of girls always clinging by his sides, but it was hard. It was hard to recount your rejection from this morning when he probably has never truly felt that feeling before. Even with his college applications pending, you knew he’d be successful. Any institution would be crazy to miss up on him, and the rest of the world felt that way about him too.

“I don’t wanna talk about it”, you mumble, leaning back before you stain his t-shirt even more, “Did Mina find the dress she is gonna wear after all?”

Your genuine worry for his prom date, even after your failed promposal, broke his heart. You were always so empathetic, so selfless, so nice to him. He didn’t have it in him to let you stay in your state of misery.

“Nothing”, he blurted, rushing to explain after seeing the confused look on your face, “she bailed on me last minute”.

That was a lie, but you didn’t have to know that. Jaehyun cancelling on his date would be a dick move, he knew that, but you being happy was his priority. It always has, at least as long as he was still here. “So if you didn’t mind, I was thinking we go together? As friends of course”

“Jae! I love you!”

You tackled him with a hug, the grass tickling his neck and he just laughed at the adorable screech you let out. You both stayed there enjoying the chill evening, talking about renting cars and matching outfits.

He let you rant about the dress you’ve chosen to wear and he promised to convince his parents to leave his house empty for the after party.

The prom night was the last time you saw Jung Jaehyun. There you two were, sprawled out on his bed and tired off your asses, spending what seemed like the most fun night of your life together. Your feet were in blisters from all the dancing, head spinning from the after-party vodka. Jaehyun had turned his head towards you, tie undone and staring at a piece of glitter that had fallen on your collarbone. He looked as handsome as ever in his suit, red eyes glued on you and a satisfied smile on his face.

“Your parents are gonna be so mad when they see the mess on their carpet. I told you not to get Jungwoo drunk”

Jaehyun laughed, his deep laugh reverbrating through the room. “Not if you tell them in the morning. They can’t get mad at you. You told your mom you’re staying over, right?”

You nodded, maybe shaking your head a lot longer than needed but your tipsy self wanted to make sure you got your message across.

“You know”, you started with a snicker, “she gave me like a million condoms for tonight. Probably thought I was planning on losing my virginity like any teenager with a social life”

He kept staring at you, eyes lazily taking in the sight of your pretty smile. “Yeah, same with my dad. I think that’s the only reason why they gave me the house”

You whipped your head to face him at the speed of light, mouth gaped open and  staring at him incredulously. “Jae, you’re a virgin??”

It was hard to believe. I mean sure, you hadn’t had any experience in the sex department either but you were, well, you. Shy with new people, horrible at flirting and a bit standoff-ish if you were being honest. But your best friend, as likable and good looking as he was, had never been with a girl before?

“Well, yeah, I was just kinda- I was waiting for the right person, you know? Someone to make it memorable”

You sighed, relating with his words but also...

“I just wish I could get it over with”, you confess and you saw Jaehyun gulp visibly. He was glancing at the nothingness on his ceiling, lost in his thoughts.

“Yeah”

The silence lasted for a few minutes, only the distant sound of a passing police car interrupting it. He sat on his knees, the conversation sobering him up significantly. “Remember when you wanted to have your first kiss and I just did it so you wouldn’t complain about it anymore?”

You smile fondly at the memory, waiting for him to continue. There was somewhere he was getting at.

“Well, we both want to not be virgins anymore, right? So let’s just do it”

You felt an electric tension growing between you. It was like you were holding two magnets, begging to touch each other but you still held them apart, because if you let go you just knew things would never be the same again.

Jaehyun leaned in, dunking his head at the last minute and kissing your neck instead. It was tentative, a kiss that tested the waters. He was still holding back, wanting to make sure you wanted this as much as he wanted it too. You scooted closer to him, placing your legs to frame his closed knees, putting his face gently in your hands.

His pupils were dilated, shifting to a million places but your voice managed to make him concentrate to your eyes solely. You could hear his heartbeat bumping in his chest.

“Jae, I love you. You have to trust me, ok?”

“Okay” he nodded, eyes wide open and sincere, “I love you too, so much”

You kiss him finally, and the room around you spun even more. The feeling was strangely comfortable, yet your lungs were struggling to do their job. In that moment, it felt like everything in the world was the way it was supposed to be, and you two were a part of that bigger, perfectly orchestrated picture. 

He grabbed you by your waist, bringing you over his lap. His fingers danced from your thighs to the zipper of your dress, the cool midnight air spreading goosebumps on your back. You help him out by pulling your straps down, staying in your strapless bra.

“If I knew what was gonna happen tonight I would wear cuter underwear”, you mutter and Jaehyun chuckles. Why did your heart skip a beat at the sound? It’d be a lie to say you hadn’t found yourself staring at your best friend a minute too long in the past, but tonight- Tonight the effect he had on you held an intensity that you’ve never felt before.

“Underwear can only help you out so much. They can’t do wonders”

“Wow Jae, way to make me drier that the Sahara desert”

He dipped back down to your throat, sucking at the soft skin over your collarbones and earning an embarassingly high-pitched moan from you. You felt him smile against your neck as he licked over the nibbled flesh in little circles, wishing he would repeat that motion on another part of your body.

“We’ll see about that”

As if he wanted to prove his point, he grinds you over his erection, lighting your insides on fire. Your dress was short, meaning that you could feel all of him-and it seemed like a whole lot- over your panties that were damping up.

“Show me your tits and I’ll show you mine”

Jaehyun laughed at your comment; ridiculous yet successful at calming his ragged breath down. The buttons of his dress shirt opened one by one, each of them revealing another inch of his smooth chest. His skin was glowing, and his abs proved that puberty was starting to work its wonders on him.

You trace your fingers over two moles on his chest, leaving soft kisses over them. You could feel his pulse on your lips, fast and pumping blood all over his body. Despite his attempts at staying collected over the loss of his virginity, you realized that he was probably as nervous and scared as you are.

“Your turn”, he whispered, bringing you back into the moment. You reach back to unclasp your bra, freeing your boobs, and a smile cracked on your lips at Jaehyun’s reaction.

He stayed frozen and gawking at your chest, hands twitching and not knowing what to do with the sight you so generously offered him. Bringing his hands into your own, you place them over your mounds, guiding him into squeezing them. He continues on his own, pinching your nipples as he leans forward for another kiss, probably to hide his evident blush from you.

The making out continued, leaving you both with only your underpants on. He places you on your back, and starts petting your clit over your panties, the motion so soft it drove you insane. Hungry for more. 

You started whining, grinding forwards against his fingers and he chuckled, pulling the fabric away to leave you uncovered. The chilly air was quickly exchanged with the feeling of his warm digits, causing a different kind of shivering. 

When he inserted the first finger in you, you felt like your whole body was burning up with a high fever. You’d done this again, with your ex-boyfriend in summer camp but it definitely didn’t feel as sinful and delicious and pleasureable as this. It pulled at a knot in your stomach, begging to be untangled and Jaehyun was taking his sweet time with you. Quick circles on your swollen bud and a nibble on your neck, that’s what it took for him to enjoy you shaking through an orgasm.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful”

You looked angelic with the sweat trickling down your chest, skin glowing in the limelight and Jaehyun would just sit and stare if it wasn’t for the tent in his boxers that was screaming for attention. Pulling at the soft fabric, you sprung him free and the boldness that came when you did started to evaporate. It hit you in that moment, that he had seen all of you and now you saw all of him- yes you had been best friends for years but this intimacy was unprecedented. And you liked the feeling.

You put him in your grasp, moving your fist in a pivoting motion with his precum as your lubricant. He throws his head back with a grunt that almost made you cum a second time and urged you to pick up the pace. Unsure of what to do next, you licked your other palm and started to massage his balls hoping he liked it. He did by the sound of his moans, but stopped you abruptly, scaring you that you accidentally did something wrong in your inexperience.

“If you continue like this I’m gonna cum. Let’s do this“

You swallow on nothing and reach to your jacket on the floor for the condoms your mum gave you. 

“Want a pink one? A green maybe? Blue?”, you joke and he pets your hair lovingly, looking down at you.

“Blue. Your favourite colour”

You smiled warmly at his response, satisfied with your decision to share this moment with your best friend. With someone who knew you so well.

Unwrapping the plastic, you placed the rubber over his hardness with shaking hands, following the instructions as best as you could. Jaehyun leaned down over you, planting a dozen kisses over your face as he positioned himself over your entrance.

“Ready?”

You nodded, giving him permission to dip his tip in, the first inches stretching you out nicely. The wetness caused by your orgasm helped your situation a lot, the slickness allowing him to dive a little deeper. Then, the stinging started, making you hiss and he kissed you immediately, trying to soothe you.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m sorry. We have to go through the hard part now ok?”

The nickname playing over and over again in your head gave you the patience needed to endure him bottoming out, along with the first thrusts. It was uncomfortable, but the feeling of him inside you, of the two of you coming together as one, released some chemical in your brain that made most of the pain go away. He took his fingers from your hips to gently pat away the teardrops staining your cheeks.

“That’s it baby, you’re doing so well”

His words and the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls drew a moan out of your half open mouth, the sound carrying on the air you two shared and landing on Jaehyun’s lips. There was a tension on your belly and something told you it wasn’t just physical, more like an emotional revelation, a fire already ignited but flared up by this incident. Your feelings towards your childhood friend, a love that was more than platonic.

For you, at least.

Jaehyun was young and you felt so tight around him that he didn’t take long to finish. He pulled out last minute, taking the condom out and spilling spurts of his cum all over your stomach. It earned a scowl and an eyebrow raise from you but the way he apologized, saying you “looked too beautiful to resist”, was too cute to stay mad at.

You laid back on his bed, holding hands and trying to register what just happened. The ocassional car drove by, the lights illuminating Jaehyun’s eyes that you noted were glossy. Maybe it was just as intense for him, you thought and squeezed his hands a little tighter.

“Jae”, you whispered, gaining his attention, “We will still be best friends after this, right?”

He pulls you closer to him, making your face rest on his naked chest. He smelled like sweat and that intense body spray, like those days he came back from his basketball practice to meet you under the treehouse. He smelled like home.

 “Forever”

Forever must have a different meaning in the Jungs’s dictionary, because after that night, Jaehyun was unreachable. You tried to text him, call him, only to be ignored and faced with stupid excuses.

You thought long and hard about why your best friend suddenly decided to ghost you. Maybe he didn’t like the sex. Understandable, since it was your first time, but it’s not like you promised him a night of mind blowing love making or anything. You decided that he probably felt too awkward to talk to you after that night and you told yourself to give him some space.

Three days passed, then another, then a week and still no sign of Jaehyun. Tired of the radio silence and irritated by his attitude, you got ready to visit him at his house, confront him one-on-one.

No, you didn’t wear your favourite perfume for him. It just so happened that you chose to put on that dress he had complimented you on before. You didn’t hope for him to call you beautiful again, or have a retake of the prom night fun. The butterflies in your stomach were probably the heavy lunch you ate. Yes, it was all coincidental.

You walked down the stairs with a pep in your step, storming through your parents in the kitchen.

“And were are you going so happy, young lady?”, your dad chirps and you smile at him.

“I’m gonna go see Jaehyun real quick!”

“Real quick? To a different country? He came back already?”

You stilled at the sound of your mother’s words, confused.

“A different country? I’m going down the street to the Jungs, mom”

“Honey, the Jungs are there but not Jaehyun. He moved abroad to study Business. Didn’t he tell you?”

The ground beneath your feet seemed to melt and pull you under the third level of hell. How could he get accepted to a university and not tell you? How could he move countries and not even say goodbye? How dare he make you fall in love with him, give you the best night of your life and then leave you hanging like that?

You ran upstairs to your room, wailing in what seemed like a mixture of rage and sadness. You felt so dumb, in your sundress and shaved pussy and cute underwear you chose out for him. It was all so, so unfair and the feeling ate you alive. The feeling that you hated Jung Jaehyun.

So now, when he stands from across the room, all suited up but with the additional rank of CEO on his shoulders you couldn’t believe that it was him.

Your portfolio did get you into an art school after all, majoring in product design. Your innovative work of rebranding the latest releases, taking on the aesthetic part of the marketing, landed you a great deal in J industries. The product was good and your skills were better, so when the sales went off the roof you weren’t surprised. What you didn’t expect however, was that the boss of your boss, who was currently staring at you from across the launch party, was your childhood best friend.

Ex-best friend.

“Damn, y/n, Mr. Jung hasn’t taken his eyes off of you all night, huh?”, said Sook, the assistant marketing director who was working by your side on the project.

“Well, he should have come over and congratulate me by now. I did help save his company”

She laughed lightly, unaware for how deeply rooted your dislike for the man really was. You continue your conversation when you suddenly see her turn visibly tense, sweeping her hands on the front of her dress. Oh, you should have watched what you wished for.

“M-Mr. Jung, how are you enjoying this party? This is y/n, she did most of the designs for the campaign-”

Eyes widening in shock, you get lost in some passerbys, meddling with the other coworkers in the gathering. Sook left a little yelp when she realized you had dissolved into thin air in seconds. You could still faintly hear her apologizing merrily.

“Oh I swear she was sitting right next to me Mr. Jung”

Chatting up with friends and even strangers, you made sure you never stayed in the same place for too long. Jaehyun’s eyes were still boring holes into your face no matter where you went, a smirk plastered on his own every time he caught you checking out for him.

In a last attemp to turn invisible, you find cover on a small couch, slightly hidden by some ballon decorations and you shoved a book to your face, faking interest. But alas, a dip in the furniture next to you and the familiar woody smell soon rang a bell of danger in your head.

“You know your book is upside down, right?”

Wincing at your fatal mistake, you turn around to be faced with a pair of brown eyes you thought you’d never see again. You noticed how they’re glowing in pride and ambition and remembered how they shined that night from tears, how you tried to read through him, just like now.

“Jung. Got bored of your little staring game?”

Jaehyun had grown an inch or two since you last saw him, you notice, standing even taller in his exemplary posture. He still stuck with his long hairstyle, locks styled back sleekly and exposing his defined cheekbones. His skin was even paler than usual, glowing in the dark room. Being a CEO probably meant staying inside a lot, making tanning for his complexion almost impossible.

“Considering you applied to my company, y/n, I figured you’d come to me now as well”

Why was he using that voice around you? You‘d made fun of him numerous times in the past for that deep tone, only coming up when he was trying to woo some girl.

“I didn’t know it was your dumb company”, you start, rolling your eyes in annoyance, “I’m surprised you even remember my name”

“How could I forget the girl I went to prom with?” And took my virginity, you wanted to add but knew he censored his words on purpose. “Also, Sook mentioned your name like, five minutes ago”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about”

His silence was uncomfortable, thickening the atmosphere even more. You saw regret and guilt in his features, lips struggling to find the right words and hands fumbling with his tie.

“I know you’re mad, rightfully so. But please, come over to my place for a drink. For old time’s sake”. The deep voice was persistent and that’s when you realized that Jaehyun wasn’t a teenager anymore. So many years had passed since that summer, enough to mature you both physically and emotionally, yet the wound stung still so freshly.

“You can’t just choose when to re-enter my life so easily”, you huffed and started to walk away from him, when you felt his fingers wrapping gently around your wrist.

“y/n, please. I’ve missed you. One drink, that’s it”

It was so annoying, you thought as you entered his condo, how his dimples were still so effective at convincing you. It was quite luxurious, definitely bigger than your apartment and by the looks of the fancy furniture, his hard work as CEO surely paid off. 

“You like it?”

“Not as much as your treehouse but it’s okay”, you reply him and he grins at the reminiscence of your old shenanigans as children.

“I’ll bring the wine”

You snooped around a bit more, examining the decorations of his living room. It was quite minimalistic, an abstract painting or two, a weird sculpture, no family pictures in sight. You always hated places like that, so lifeless, so impersonal. Jaehyun had too rich of a personality for that.

He sat on his leather couch, placing two glasses of white wine in front of him and motioning you to sit down as well. You took a seat as far away from his as possible and he winced at the distance you kept, now also turning physical. 

Jaehyun started a conversation by asking you about your work at the company, then moving on to your personal life. You politely answered him, even joked about how single you are. He started recounting the start of his company, how he got the idea to begin from scratch and the hardships that came with it. As it was expected from the bachelor’s vibes his place emitted, CEO position didn’t allow for enough free time for him to meet someone new, let alone something serious. Your little meet up seemed to be going well. Too well to be exact. One glass down and you finally had enough of feigning ‘happy old friends catching up’.

“Why did you bring me here Jaehyun? Really bring me here”

The man sighed at your tone, running his fingers through his hair and messing their gelled-up styling. Getting up from his position, he finishes up his second glass and sits closer to you, body facing yours.

“I guess... I owe you an apology. For back then. I should have told you I’m moving abroad”

“Yes, Jaehyun, you should have. Especially after what we did before you left”

He closed his eyes in shame, glossy after he reopened them. A serious expression darkened his features, looking as solemn as that last night you saw him before his disappearance and hanging from your lips. “Do you regret it? Going through with it?”

“No”, you answer immediately, because it was the truth. All the guys you’ve slept with in your time as an adult, though more experienced than high-school Jaehyun, were missing that one factor that none other than your best friend could offer you. Connection, vulnerability, care. True love.

He sighs, once again, clearly relieved by your answer but still speaking in a bittersweet tone.

“Good, I would really hate myself if you did. I was just, so scared you’d forget about me. I had to know you’d remember me. Then you said this whole thing about wanting to have our first time and-“. You knew it was the wine in his system that caused his rambling. Jaehyun wasn’t one to stumble on his words, definitely not sentimental like that. But alcohol seemed to bring you closer when in need and at the right time so you let it, once again, and you let him finish. “-and you looked so beautiful that I couldn’t help myself. If I knew you’d grow up to look like this I would have never-“

He stopped himself mid sentence, regretting sharing more. You, however, weren’t done with this conversation yet. There were so many years spent repenting your friendship, so many questions running through your head, and you weren’t leaving this room until they got answered.

“If you didn’t want me to forget you that much then why not tell me you got accepted to a university abroad? I was your best friend!”. Your words were emotionally charged, unwillingly making your voice turn up in volume. It was as if you turned back into the little girl crying in her bedroom, finally getting the chance to say all those things she was screaming in her pillow. “I would be so happy for you, I loved you”

“Yes you did! You literally said that every single day!”, Jaehyun yelled back, startling you, “And every single time it was as if you jabbed a knife in my chest! Did you know how much it killed me? To hear this from my best friend I’d been in love with for the past 10 years?”

“You- you were in love with me?”, you ask dumbly, voice light in disbelief, a stark difference from Jaehyun’s a second ago.

He settled his breathing, hands fixing his hair once again in abashment.

“I knew that if I told you I had to go abroad you would get all sad and start crying and I wouldn’t be able to see you like that. I knew that the moment you’d tell me you miss me I would drop everything to be with you. That night that we had sex.. I didn’t plan it but I thought it would be better for you if I made you hate me. And when I saw you again today- it felt like not one day had passed since high school. I didn’t know how to approach you, what to say. I’m sorry”

You sat there in shock, connecting the dots in your brain. All the feelings you were trying to repress around him, the lingering glances and butterflies in your stomach, were reqruited all along. You knew exactly what he meant earlier, about time seeming to freeze. The way he looked at you now, all teary eyed and red and shaking was utterly and overwhelmingly the warm Jaehyun that met you every night after school. And you wouldn’t let another day go to waste.

You lean forward, capturing his lips into a kiss long overdue. It was tentative and you started pulling back when he places both hands on the sides of your neck, keeping you from letting go. His fingertips grasp part of your hair and you lean your face sideways, melting into the kiss and his touch. A lick on his bottom lip and now your tongues were touching, groaning at how much better he got at this and wanting to put his skill to better use. Tugging on his soft locks, he moans and his baritone voice made the hairs on your arms stand on edge.

You moved your hands on his chest, palming the defined muscles and deciding you wanted to treat your eyes, ripping his shirt open in one move. Jaehyun grabs the meat of your thighs, hands gripping the edge of your dress and pulling it upwards until it falls over your head. He dipped into your neck immediately, sucking and nibbling passionately right in the middle, your moans sounding breathless with the pressure he puts on your throat. Trailing down, he left a path of open mouthed kisses, now focusing on the mounds of your breasts that your bra wasn’t covering. A flick of his wrist and the piece of underwear was gone, lips surrounding your nipple, releasing it with a loud pop.

You moan out his name and his growl’s animalistic, nails digging on the softness of your hips.

“Fuck I love that sound”

He probably made it a goal to hear it again as he started kissing on your inner thighs, the bruises he left behind teasing you to the point of begging. You lift you hips to discard the skimpy underwear you chose for tonight, Jaehyun’s breath fanning your clit. A few kitten licks and your back is already lifting from the leather, his hands intertwining with yours to keep you in place.

Practice makes perfect and Jaehyun must have had a lot of it, the interchanging of sucking, licking and spitting on your pussy making you lose your mind in the most delicious way. You were in the midst of murmuring a mix of praises when he finally finds that spot that has you trembling under his tongue. Riding out your high, you grind against his face, the pleasure not leaving any room for shame. Chest heaving and vision restored, you glance down at Jaehyun, looking as irresistible as ever wiping his wet lips and chin.

You were fully prepared and willing to return the favor so you motioned him to stand up, positioning the back of your neck over the hand rest of the couch. After opening your mouth wide he got the point, quickly ridding himself off his pants and boxer briefs, spitting profanities at how hot you looked for him right now.

You were upside down, but you could very well see Jaehyun’s hard and angry cock staring back at you. You always thought that maybe, since he was your first, you might have overestimated his size in your head. But your brain apparently hadn’t manipulated that memory in the slightest because that length and grith would definitely be a challenge for you. And hell, did you want to take it on.

He pushes through your lips, and your tongue is quick to engulf him. Licking up and down his shaft as best as you could, made Jaehyun grip the couch in an effort to keep his knees from buckling from pleasure. The position allowed him to push even deeper inside you, filling up your throat. He places his fingers over the bulge on your throat, watching it itently with every move of his hips.

Your eyes teared up and your throat started to burn but the sounds Jaehyun let out with every thrust made it all worth it. He finally pulls out, a string of saliva and precum landing on your lips and he is quick to to clean you up with his fingers. Collecting the wetness, he pushes his digits inside your mouth, and something changes in his glare, eyes darkening in the most lustful expression.

“I need you inside me”, you mumble with his fingers inside of you and he nods, asking if he should go get a condom. You search through the contains of your handbag, hands trembling with the way he is pushed up agaist you, erection digging in the softness of your ass as he’s nibling the skin on your shoulders. 

You handed him the square foil and as soon as he takes it in his grasp, he pushed you down to the arm rest, back against the cushion and legs in the air. Moving your hand between your legs, you distracted him by playing with your pussy, speading the juices around and pushing your folds apart to direct him to your opening.

The first thrust felt divine, thick cock filling you nicely and making your head fall back in pleasure. Jaehyun threw your legs over his shoulders, eyes glued to yours as he kissed your calves, picking up his pace. The moans started rolling off your tongue, echoing inside the big lounge and accompanied by the skin slapping sound of your bodies.

“I missed your body so much”, he muttered as he gripped your waist, setting an incredible pace that had your feet flexing. You turned your head to the side, catching your reflection on the huge window leading to the balcony. Tits bouncing, Jaehyun’s flexed arms, his dick digging inside you. What a sight.

“See something you like?”, he chuckled darkly and you smiled up at him, grazing your nails over his biceps.

“Show me something to remember you by”

Jae halted his thrusts, turning you over to your stomach swiftly, ass in the air. He kneaded his hands over your ass, giving it a little spank and spread your cheeks apart. Placing his right knee on the arm rest, he dives inside you again, and the moan you let out barely sounded like you. His cock was so deep inside you that you had to close your eyes to relish the feeling of fullness, amplified by the light pain of the stretch. Jaehyun collected your hair in his fist, pulling your upper body against his chest as he wrapped an arm around your own.

“Open your eyes. See how nicely you take my cock. Think you’ll forget that?”, he growls in your ear, thumb digging in your cheek and palm slightly muting your sounds. The dirty talk, his cock grazing against the spot that drove you crazy and Jaehyun’s godly reflection pounding the shit out of you brought you over the edge again. He didn’t let you take any time off, hips continuing to bruise against you as feverly as before, and you thought you just might combust.

“Jaehyun, p-please, it’s too much”, you plead with as much power is left in your system, and he pulls out, only to start rubbing quick circles over your clit that had you thrashing in his arms.

You melt into his arms, a pressing feeling in your belly that you had never felt before and soon you climax for the third time, droplets of cum squirting out of your pussy and dripping onto the wooden flooring.

“This is so fucking hot”, Jaehyun mutters and starts thrusting inside you, trying to coax as much cum out of you as possible.

The waves keep coming, gushing out of you every time he pulls out, until he can’t take the sight anymore, coming with a shiver and a ragged breath.

You were sweaty and exhausted, smiling faintly as he showered you with kisses.

“Let’s get you cleaned up”

You try to stand up futilely, knees wobbling and unable to keep your balance. Jaehyun chuckles at the sight but helps you up like the gentleman he is, moving you to the floor’s bathroom.

You hop in and he joins you, letting the water run down your body and helping you soap up. It was very intimate but comfortable at the same time, his gentle caresses belonging to your skin. Everything felt right.

He was occupied with running his fingers over two hickeys he had planted on you earlier when you snap him out of his thoughts, voice barely audible over the running water.

“I’m sorry you felt like you had to lie to me to go study abroad. I think it’s pretty obvious after what we just did that I liked you too, but... I still would have let you move. Force you even.”

“You’re right. I’m sor-“

“I mean it Jaehyun. I’m so proud of you”

His eyes glimmered at your praise, wet eyelashes framing them and fluttering closed as he leaned down, pressing the sweetest kiss on your lips. It left you breathless, almost hurting when he pulled back. You could kiss him forever.

“I know you said I can’t just come back to your life like that but I want to try. I’ve seriously missed you”

“How about taking me to a date tomorrow night? To catch up some more”

He grinned brightly, eyes turning into crescent moons and dimples making your heart burst.

“Wherever you want”, he promised and took a step closer to you, hand snaking down your ass and pulling you against his wet body, “And speaking of making up for lost time... How about a round two?”

[admiringlove]

[ii] scents, coffee and turtlenecks

+synopsis: hq boys and their scent, their coffee order and the turtlenecks they wear.

+genre: fluff lol; headcanons.

+characters: kageyama tobio, oikawa tōru, suna rintarō, miya osamu.

+warnings: literally just fluff man, unless you cry because of cute stuff.

+order: hi!! i saw that suggestions are open and i was wondering if you could do more of the scent coffee turtlenecks? they were really fun and comforting to read. they got me through a tough situation, so thank you! i hope you keep writing and keep growing <33 [by anonymous]

+author’s notes: hi anon! funnily enough, i had written some part of this and it was sitting in my drafts halfway done, but your ask helped me get through the rest of it. hope you like it, love. here’s part one!

— KAGEYAMA TOBIO.

his scent is calming. it’s strawberries and mint, and it refreshes you. it’s funny really, the way his favorite flavor of milk is strawberry and how he actually smells like the fruit. whenever you embrace him warmly, a cooling feeling washes over you—it feels like a day off. when you’re overworked and you need time to spend with self-care? yeah, tobio reminds you of that. he’s constantly telling you to take care of yourself more too(which is the irony in this situation). you feel a small pinch in your heart whenever he lets go of you(if he goes out of town for matches or gets up from cuddling). if he’s leaving the city for work, you’d shed a tear, telling him you’d miss him. and when you’d come back home, you’d wear any of his clothing. because kageyama reminds you of a calm afternoon, filled with the scent of strawberries and the alleviating agent like mint. 

he does not order coffee. definitely the type of person to go to the vending machine to buy flavored milk instead of getting coffee. he thinks coffee shops are a waste of time. why would someone pay ten extra bucks for average coffee when you can just get sweet milk from the vending machine? you definitely bully him for this(just point and laugh, [y/n]. point and laugh). he’d get all flustered and yell at you, but then he’d end up hiding his face on a pillow or something. you’d go up to him and hug him, which would lead up to kageyama asking you, “so... the next time you get coffee, i’ll just wait outside, okay?”. you laugh at him again, telling him that he didn’t have to wait outside, but then he retorts with how the barista looks at him weirdly after he asked her if they sold flavored milk. 

kageyama likes wearing a fixed set of colors. he’s not the type of person to go out of the ordinary and wear some absurd color like neon-green, but something like different shades of blue. he definitely doesn’t have two same colored shirts—even if they are, they’re in different shades. he mostly wears blue and black turtlenecks, but he doesn’t mind trying whites or greys either. he does blush every time you compliment him though, so maybe dial it down a little or he’ll combust(you don’t have to, you can just watch his brain go haywire then kiss his forehead to make him go redder than before).

— OIKAWA TŌRU

his scent is so sweet, it’s addicting. it’s either something floral like rose or lavender. or sometimes he’d go with the plain old smoked vanilla. his hugs are the best, really. they’re filled with the sweet aroma circling around the two of you as you inhale his scent. he’d stroke your hair as you hum against him in contentment, saying, “like the cologne, [y/n]-chan?”. you’d tease him, telling him he smelled like an eleven-year-old girl and he’d reply with, “hey! at least eleven-year-old girls know what they’re doing!”.

he does not like coffee. will straight up go to the barista and order the sweetest drink on the menu. this boy just does not do well with the bitterness of coffee. he doesn’t like it, and he’s in shock by how you can drink it so easily. “[y/n]-chan, how are you doing that?!”, he’d exclaim. you’d raise an eyebrow, asking him, “doing what, bub?”. although he really wants to melt at the nickname, he’d say, “that bitter monstrosity!”. this conversation leads nowhere except laughter and jokes, really. some teasing comments are thrown here and there; some criticizing oikawa for having such low tolerance for bitterness, and some at you for what an utter abomination you are for drinking coffee. tie the bow on the gift-box with a small teasing kiss and dancing in the kitchen without music at seven in the morning, because oikawa felt like it. your relationship is like the marriage of bitterness and sweetness—somewhere close to perfect.

he can wear anything and still look good. has a wide variety of turtlenecks—and he’ll definitely wear them according to his mood for the day. although most of the colors are on the lighter side, he has a few blacks in the mix as well. he likes the pastel-blue one the most(because, according to him, “blue is just my color, [y/n]-chan!”). he has the tendency to match with you. loves buying you the same shirts as him, because he thinks it’s adorable when you walk around with him and match his clothing. basks in the glory of when people look and compliment the two of you, and you blush(he thinks you’re cute, okay?). 

— SUNA RINTARŌ

suna definitely smells like cigarettes and lime basil. he doesn’t smoke often, it’s just the scented candles he buys online(he thinks it’s funny because the candles are cigarette-scented). you often tell him he stinks, but he knows you’re only poking around. he knows you love the scent he gives off when you hold on to him just a little tighter, just a little longer, just a little closer. the kisses linger for a smidge longer, and he knows. he knows you love his scent and he knows you love him. he’s not cocky about it until you tease him though, because if you do say he stinks, he’ll pull you into a passionate kiss(and obviously, you don’t pull away). after he breaks the kiss, he’d say, “if i really do stink, you wouldn’t be sticking to me like glue.”

his coffee is either completely black, or just a normal latte. he doesn’t like really milky, or sweet coffee. also most definitely just uses coffee as a way to stay up(suna likes nights more than days). he likes staying up late with you, doing homework or anything really, until you’re dozing off next to him and he’s left in comfortable silence. he’ll run his hands through your hair, his slow breathing silent and his sharp eyes softened just by looking at you. he likes coffee. he really does. he likes coffee because it helps him stay awake and watch you peacefully. he falls asleep by four in the morning, and now it’s your turn to watch suna sleep. you make him a mug of coffee and breakfast. it’s a leisure-filled morning, and rin loves every part of it. he won’t tell you he does though, because you already know. and he knows you do.

suna rintarō in turtlenecks is a sight for sore eyes. he has a lot of greens, blacks, and greys. his style is to effortlessly look good, so he doesn’t actually care about what he wears unless it’s to impress someone(*cough* you) or for work. if he doesn’t have the energy to do something that’s eye-catching, he’ll just wear a turtleneck and pair it with plaid pants to call it a day. man still gets stares from people because of how effortlessly cool he is. he’s not even trying, which is the best part. he looks so good(cue you drooling in the background because suna in a black turtleneck and green plaid pants is just wow). and if he’s actually putting in effort for a date or something, he goes all the way with the accessories. rings, necklaces, maybe even wears his reading glasses because they look good with his overcoat. olive green turtleneck and white dickies would definitely suit him. after all, he wants to look the best for you. 

— MIYA OSAMU. 

he has one of the most comforting, woody scents ever. he has two bottles—one vetiver(it gives a smoky scent and he usually wears it to work) and one patchouli(more woodland-ish kind of scent. he wears it when he’s going out with you or on special occasions). you love the way he smells, because honestly, the most comforting time of the day is when he comes back home, and the first thing you do is hug him. you’ll take the dinner he made for the two of you at the restaurant and set it up as he changes and freshens up. his aroma overcomes you as the two of you sit down an talk about your day through the meal. his tired grin and you small giggles enough to make you feel content. and man, he’s the best to cuddle with as you sleep. he smells so good, it’s kind of scary. in the mornings, it’s almost hard to let go of him so you can get to work.  

okay, we all know osamu is a sucker for food. but he’s also a pain in the ass when the two of you go to coffee shops. orders something fancy like café au lait, then continues to complain about how this particular coffee shop didn’t do the french drink justice. all the while, you’re just listening to him criticize the place(but you still love him, because he looks cute talking about the things he loves). you’ll leave the shop after an hour or so, and then just settle for a bowl of ramen from a small diner by your apartment because that seems to be the only thing that gets osamu off his high horse. by the end of the night, you’d tell him to quit acting like gordon ramsey. he’d retort by telling you that you would obviously prefer his food over gordon ramsey’s anyday(i mean, you can’t disagree with that. even if you tell him he’s being dumb, you know he’s right on the inside. osamu basically is a wizard with food).

osamu likes grey and black, and that’s about it. he’d try more stuff if you make him though. gets annoyed at the mall because you’re just picking out different colors for him to try and he’s just standing off to the side holding like ten different articles of clothing. he looks amazing in a chartreuse-green if you get him to wear it(will like how it look on his abs, he doesn’t tell you though). every canonical color suits him to be honest, just don’t go overboard with the neons or purples. he likes to keep it simple with the dark colors(black turtleneck osamu is a looker). and he definitely becomes all blushie-blushie if you tell him he looks pretty. looks away and puts his hand over his mouth a little(you should definitely take a picture of this, it looks so wrong and suggestive but it’s just him being a blushing mess). please, just hug him or something. 

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[ray-the-fanatic]

gave april, casey and karai redesigns in my au, via picrew cuz my drawing skills are still a wip, for fun vibe purposes

for april:

- made april's skin have a pink tint to fit her kraang origins (i also think it fits her character design)

- gave her heterochromia, her right eye is blue-ish gray while her left is dark green (again to fit her kraang origins), i always felt her n mikey's colors were too similar so i made her eyes more distinct

- her hair is more dark strawberry blonde-ish than red cuz i actually like the concept art of her being blonde

- i was torn between giving her braided pigtails or a pixie cut, in the end i stuck with the pixie cut as a homage to one of her concept designs and also cuz short hair april is a look™

- her clothing is more diverse, she still has her number 1 shirt but she changes styles from time to time depending on her mood (me fr)

- she's basically the plucky, fun loving big sis/aunt but will not hesitate calling out anyone's bs (esp her little bro's) and definitely wrecks any bad guys' shit. she's also kind of a snarky brat when it comes to the lesser villains and i love it lol

for casey:

- made casey's skin tone somewhat similar to his 03 incarnation but more distinct

- gave him dark brown eyes, i noticed there wasn't a lot of brown eyed characters in the 12 series so i took it as an opportunity

- poofier hair. i know casey's a rowdy boy but i feel like fluffy-messy hair fits him better both character wise and aesthetically wise

- also longer hair cuz he deserves it (he still has the bandana to keep his hair from getting in his eyes)

- he's a hockey player and a vigilante so he's got bandaged wounds along with cuts, bruises and scars galore, makes him feel scruffy y'know?

- short sleeve hoodie with flames (that still has spray paint marks) and cut jeans is this boy's clothing, he absolutely doesn't care abt his sense of style imo

- he's still a chaotic menace wanting to provide justice ™, just looks more scrappy and is an uncle now (he's also hispanic, fun hc)

for karai:

- tanner skin tone, she also has a more hooked nose shape and love it

- gave her red eyes instead of gold cuz it works for her, it also connects her with splinter (and donnie on some level)

- much like casey, her hair is bit longer n fluffier just styled somewhat similarly to her hair in canon, minus the bangs

- she has a different hair color on her streaks/to the roots instead of underneath, tho wasn't feeling the gold blonde so i made it white instead, it goes well with her eyes tbh (i made her sides and eye shadow white as a homage to her snake form but mostly cuz in my au instead of getting mutated she becomes heavily imprisoned and her sides turn white due to stress... did i mention this au gets angsty?)

- she has massive scars, she's been fighting since she was a kid so she's bound to have plenty of them, they're more visible than casey's tho and she's got a lot on her back as well

- for her non-battle ready clothes, she's mostly got a biker chick sorta style but on the clamer days she wears tank tops and black yoga pants, just a casual badass

- misguided antagonist turned big sister/aunt who's still processing her trauma just more healthier, therapy via baby turtle nephews. she's still cunning n sneaky just without the misguidedness. she also loves to spite her former villain allies, tiger claw esp

sorry this got long winded, just wanted to share my redesign n i got carried away with the explanations, i also gave everyone piecings cuz again... self indulgence 😅

Okay first off sorry for taking a bit to get to this be toed up with work and I wanted to give this a good read over when I saw the length cause I llve what you tell me for this fic ;3;

April:

I love the idea of her having some pink in her skin tone to allude to her being part krangg I loke the shorter hair as well mostly cause I enjoy the short hair style look I lole your idea for a strawberry blond in color cause in the concepts she was going to be blonde at one point. I think tje desing fits well for her personality idk but she got those cool aunt vibes to me xD

Caesy:

I love that you kept his brown eye. Maybe cause I have brown eyes but I love brown eye charayers cause brown eyes are very underrated u_u also love bringing back his skin tone from 03 ;3; and him being Hispanic yes look I'm Latina give me the rep!! I also see casey being Latino any way xD personal headcannon btws. So I enjoy when others put him as Latino or Hispanic;3; and I llve his look it fits casey has his own style and gotta stick to it uwu

Karai:

I love her;3; I like the white hair stripes though over tje blonde idk I feel it works better with her look and the homages to her snake mutation also yes give the angst I love angst 👀

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Fake - Hawks/Takami Keigo x fem!Reader

Summary: Keigo wants to be there for his struggling love.

Word count: 3232

Content/Warnings: Hurt/comfort, angst(ish), depressed feelings, mention of suicidal thoughts, self-indulgent, third-person perspective

a/n: I started writing it in March 🤡 but I felt like I couldn't abandon it, so here it is, finally! ngl kinda exposing myself here oop- idk if it's a comfort fic, but I hope you enjoy :)

During the late hours of the evening, the city below looked particularly beautiful. Colorful neon lights, emanating from dozens of advertisements and signs, illuminated the people who, without care, carried on with their evening tasks, be it a trip to a bar or the travel home from work.

Hawks stood on the roof of the building, looking down and just taking in the scenery. It was not a particularly special day, but the rain that poured earlier has left the ground wet and glistening. The lights, bouncing off the pavement and people, created a picture truly from under a hand of a masterful abstractionist. The pinks, the blues, the yellows, all the colors created the effect of a spilled paint from his point of view.

While admiring the city, Hawks’ phone vibrated in his pocket. Taking his eyes away, he took out the device and, when the screen lit up, was met with the face of his love.

It was his favorite picture in the whole world and he knew, deep down, that any professional photographer couldn’t capture anything better. Truthfully, it wasn’t really a masterpiece, just a simple selfie, but the memory connected to the photograph made it exceptional. He remembered the quiet moment (so little of them in his life) when he could take his partner away and just enjoy an ordinary day with her. A walk, a picnic, anything that made him forget about his everyday life. The smile he saw in the picture truly made him feel like the surroundings brightened a bit.

The message on his phone was simple, a request for him to come back to the office, probably to take care of the stack of papers that adorned his desk.

He put the device back into his pocket, took a last look at the city down below, and, after putting his goggles on, spread his scarlet wings to take off.

If he were being honest, he would say that, given the option, he would stay in the air, in the sky, far above the ground, forever. The wind, howling loudly in his ears, silenced the worries of his everyday life. The air flowing around his body, through every feather of his wings gave him a sense of freedom. In the sky, he was able to see the horizon and just let himself be carried.

There was just one thing missing among the clouds.

On his way back to real life, where he would need to take care of mundane work-related tasks, he took a little detour.

Maneuvering expertly over and around the buildings, he found himself in front of an ordinary apartment complex. The grey modern building had a few floors and, quickly locating the right window, Hawks flew over to where his partner’s apartment was. Some people looked at him, from the street or through their own windows, but they were used to his random visits and paid him no mind, for which he was grateful.

He stopped in place seeing the inside of his lover’s bedroom and peeked inside, as the blinds were open. Some crumpled clothes lying on the bed, along with a few books. Through the open door, he could see the light coming from the TV.

Normally, he would just knock on the glass for her to open the window, but suddenly he got a hunch that something was not right. Maybe it was the fact that her texts became drier as the day went by (just like the last few days) until they halted completely, or maybe the open blinds, usually closed soon after it got dark. Whatever the source of his uneasiness was, it made him fly down and go inside the building through the door. He climbed a few flights of stairs to get to the floor she lived on. The only sounds, keeping him company during his walk through the corridor, were faint voices from behind some of the doors and his own footsteps.

He reached his goal. The alertness in his mind only became stronger as he knocked and waited patiently for the door to open.

A few dreadful seconds later he heard the sound of the turning mechanism inside of the lock. Only for a split second was he able to see the cold numbness on the face of his love before she noticed who had visited her. Her expression changed immediately and she smiled, oh so brightly.

Moving and pulling the muscles in her face, she was always able to make Keigo’s days better. And she could do it in an instant too, and so well that others never noticed the difference between the fake and the real. But he had sharp eyes, trained from a young age to catch any irregularities around him. He noticed, every time, how she faked and he hated it, especially knowing that when he did the same, she always pushed just enough for him to give in and let her in, more and more every time. He would push a bit too, at least to let her know that, if she wanted to, she could tell him anything.

“Keigo!” she exclaimed, voice high in pitch to sound happier, “What are you doing here, baby?”

“I was on my way to the office and thought I could drop by for a moment… Can I get in?” He asked pointing to the inside of the apartment.

“Oh! Of course.” She opened the door wider. “I got back from work not long ago, so… I guess, it’s not that clean.” She added with a small laugh.

Keigo knew it was a lie. He knew when his partner worked; she finished three hours ago.

He entered her space and when he kneeled down to take off his boots, he caught the glimpse of her cheerful expression falling. Still in her work clothes, she looked like she would get crushed any second. He knew her mind could get heavy at times.

“Come here.” He outstretched his hand towards her and lightly pulled her into himself.

At first, she was slightly rigid in his arms, but relaxed a bit, feeling Keigo’s soft strokes along her back. She hid her face into the high collar of his jacket and he noticed how tightly she gripped the material with her fists.

“You should get changed… wear something comfortable.” He whispered to not disturb her too much.

“I’m so tired.” She mumbled, her face still hidden. He just held her for a little while longer, allowing her to let go of him first. When she finally straightened her back and looked at him, this time without a fake smile, he felt like his heart broke, for her. He lifted his hand and gently stroked her cheek.

Her face was virtually emotionless, but he noticed the tensed jaw. The eyes, that hypnotized him every time he gazed into them, were looking more into space than actually at him. Her spaced-out expression made it seem like she was sculpted in marble.

Keigo squeezed her arms lightly to ground her a bit into reality.

“Do you want me to help you?” He asked softly, giving her a way to back out, if she truly wanted to.

“I don’t need…” She looked down with hesitation. Being vulnerable was never easy, even with some of the closest people. Admitting the need or want for other’s presence was quite a feat. She sighed. “Yes.”

“Do you want to take a shower too? Or just change?” She saw not even a slight sliver of judgment in his eyes.

“I’ll take a shower.” She said quietly and took her arms away from Keigo’s. She turned around to go to the bathroom but stopped when he made a move behind her. “Alone, but… stay… please.”

He just nodded with understanding and watched her drag her feet to the other room. At first, nothing came out of there, but a few minutes later he could hear the water from the shower. Going into his partner’s bedroom, he looked briefly at the messy clothing laying on the bed, pushed them aside, and took the clothes he knew she used as pajamas and always put under the duvet.

After the water stopped running, he waited ten minutes before knocking on the door. After getting quiet permission to enter, he went in and saw her sitting on the toilet, wrapped in a towel, with her unseeing gaze focused on some point before her.

“Come on.” Keigo softly broke the silence in the bathroom and reached out to her with one, which she took. He pulled gently and, without saying anything more, gave her the clothes he was holding.

With no request for him to get out, he just stood in the doorway while she put on her sweatpants and T-shirt. It was strange for him to see her vulnerable because she always closed herself off in those moments. He knew it was important that she just let him be there.

“Do you feel… better?” He asked when she stood in front of the mirror slightly squinting at herself.

“Hmm…” she hummed, “Perhaps. Not any lighter, though.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” He felt like he was going through a field full of land mines. His training made him an expert at obtaining information, but he did not want to use his, masterfully crafted by the Commission, manipulation skills on her. He hoped that he was enough to bring her any semblance of comfort.

She shrugged and, after pushing him slightly out of the door, moved out of the bedroom and sat down on the couch, empty staring at the TV playing some meaningless show. Keigo took a place next to her, his wings hanging behind the backrest.

For a second, he cursed his lack of experience with human emotions. Of course, he was trained to observe and he knew when something was not right, but since he was never allowed to get close to anyone, his skills turned to nothing in the face of his love slowly getting pulled into the darkness of her own mind, all while maintaining the smile he adored so much.

After a minute of silence between them, the girl took a pilot and turned the TV off. She looked at him, the quietness becoming almost unbearable, but quickly, she broke it with a question:

“Do you really want me to… talk?”

And he just nodded.

Unable to look into his worried, gold eyes, she lowered her gaze. Leaning slightly on her elbows, she stared at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers.

“Well… I haven’t been feeling… um, really good, lately. Mentally, I mean.”

“Yeah… I’ve noticed. Should’ve said something sooner.”

She turned to him and put one hand on his knee, which he gently covered with his own and started to stroke with his thumb.

“No.” She opposed, “I’m actually grateful that you took more of a, hmm, silent-observer approach. I had space… but still knew you were there, somewhere, for me.”

“Good thing then that I’m not completely useless here.” He tried to joke with a small smile that fell quickly.

“No, but I am.” Before he could protest she took his hand, the one he’s been stroking her with, into both of hers. “Kei, Keigo… I can tell you what’s going on up here-” she pointed at her head “-but it’s just, so hard. And you have so much of your own shit going on… I don’t want to worry and burden you with my... stupid mind.”

He sighed, brought his free hand to the back of her head, and put his forehead against hers.

“You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah,” she said, “I think I do…”

She closed her eyes, letting her sense of touch be the center of her attention. She focused on the weight his head put against her own, the way his messy hair brushed her face and his slow warm breath felt against her lips. It grounded her mind, silencing (if even for just a moment) the annoying white noise constantly present in there.

“I don’t want to look at you,” she started, “when I’m talking. It’s just… I don’t want to be seen, only heard.”

Keigo shifted his head and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

She turned away from him, putting her legs on the couch to sit cross-legged. It took a few moments before she started talking. Organizing the thoughts and feelings plaguing her was not easy.

“I… I just feel so bad. And I don’t even have a good reason for these stupid feelings,” she said, sounding slightly annoyed, “Why the fuck do I feel like this? I have a home, I have friends, I have… you. I have everything I could hope for and yet… I feel so bad, so… so numb. What the fuck is wrong with me?”

Keigo looked at her hunched back and saw that she put her face into her hands. He wished he could just take all her troubles away, be the hero that he was supposed to be, but of course, he couldn’t, and that - he hated.

“I’m so fucking tired. I have no energy for almost anything. Yesterday, before bed, I sat in front of my computer for hours. Doing absolutely nothing… Why am I even telling you this? It’s so stupid. You do so much for everyone and I’m just dumping my shit on you… saying how tired I am, while you’re so much more tired than me.” She straightened her back with a dry chuckle.

He leaned slightly towards her and put his arm on her shoulder. She turned her head to the side and looked at him from the corner of the eye.

“Don’t invalidate yourself. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. Call it my… bird senses-” he smiled a little “-but I felt like you might need someone. And nothing you do or say is stupid. Not to me. Not if it’s you.”

“You… remember?” She asked with raised eyebrows, after turning her body sideways to him.

“Of course. I remember a lot of things about you,” he said with such tenderness in his eyes that, while looking into them, she felt like she could suffocate. But it was good, it wasn’t nothing. “The quote you like, how you make your coffee, what is the song you listen to on repeat… everything I see and know about you, I remember.”

Pushing away the shame and the nagging voice, saying that Keigo didn’t really care, she faced him completely and moved close enough for her knees to touch his thighs. He could see now how shiny her eyes became.

“You can cry, if you want to.”

“I wish I could… no matter how teary my eyes get, it’s just… nothing comes out of them. But on the inside, on the inside, I’m weeping.”

She talked mostly with a flat voice, little change in her tone, but he sensed the grief deep inside her. Grief for herself, grief for her crumbling mind.

“That’s okay. It will come when the time is right.” He really hoped he was doing it right. That he was able to give any comfort.

With slight hesitation, she touched his leg with her fingertips before resting her palms to play with the fabric of his pants.

“I don’t get it. Why you are so… here. You could just leave and I would be okay… in time.”

“I told you that I love you, right?”

“You did, but still…” Her eyes became unseeing again. She looked through space with a spaced-out expression. “If I wasn’t here you wouldn’t have to bother, you wouldn’t have to worry.”

“Are you saying that you’ve thought about…” He did not want to end that sentence, too scared to actually hear it.

“Death?” So she ended it for him. “Yeah, I do… from time to time. But I don’t think I’d do it. Even if I think it would be better without me taking up space, I’m too selfish to just let go of everything…”

Keigo was a bit shocked with how calm she was. Death was something that he himself contemplated in the past, but hearing it said by someone he loved was on a whole another level. Fright and relief washed over him.

He took both of her hands into his and brought them to his mouth. He put his lips on her skin, not kissing, just feeling, making sure that she was indeed there with him.

“I… am so glad. So glad that you trust me enough to let me into your mind.” He made sure to look her straight in the eyes. His (just barely) trembling fingers squeezing hers. “You are my Sun. The most important star in my galaxy, in my whole universe, even. And I will do anything in my power to prevent you from burning out. I… I just need you like flowers need the Sun.”

She did not expect such a statement from him, it wasn’t really in his nature to make proclamations of that stature. But she knew it was on purpose, another thing he remembered: her love for the stars. If he loved her like she loved the unknown universe… It was almost overwhelming. She also understood the implication of his power - he would try to help her and if she needed more, he would get anyone more suited for this particular job.

He sighed and put their hands down (never letting go).

“It sounds selfish, doesn’t it? You need me and I say that I need you.”

She gently pulled her hands away from his and changed her position to sit on her feet. Leaning forward, she cupped his face softly, fingers getting tangled in his messy blond hair.

“Do you know what is it about us, Keigo? Why do we even work?” She asked quietly.

“Hmm?”

“We’re fake. Both of us.” He knew what she meant. “We’re fake to the world. But we know the truth and need each other to tell it.”

He said nothing, instead just embracing her, the words still echoing in his mind.

The position they were in was uncomfortable. His arms around her torso, hers around his neck with her head on his shoulder, both leaning into one another a bit awkwardly. Still, they both savored the warmth the other provided.

“I will stand by you all the way, as long as you want me,” he whispered right in her ear.

“You’re betting on a losing dog…”

“A losing dog...? Then I’m losing by your side.” He felt her slight smile on the crook of his neck. “I’ll wait for the day when you sing along to songs again…”

She lifted her head to look at him from the corner of her eye.

“You know, that’s a bit cheesy.”

“Maybe,” he said with a sigh, “but when you do it, you always seem happy or content. When you stop singing, the silence is almost deafening…”

She hummed in agreement, he was right, after all.

“Hide me away, Keigo,” she whispered gripping the fabric on his back, “Just for a moment, please.”

His wings spread to the sides before enveloping tightly the two of them.

They sat in their own crimson bubble, a safe haven, while his phone lit up in his pocket with a reminder of forgotten reality.