#the vest doesn't turned out how I wanted it too but that's ok

[tadbitsilly]

A little something from twitter

(close ups + the inspiration below cut)

[cowboypigz]

HIII OMG IM YOUR BIGGEST FAN!! headcanons for malleus x female reader who is alternative and likes DIYing and going to shows!

malleus w/ an alternative!female reader * . -

OK RIGHT SO FIRST OF ALL i think malleus would be really interested in alternative fashion once he finds out you're into it.

the guy alr looks alternative so.

he'd accompany you to try on clothes to help you find your style and even offer you advice on what he thinks works and what doesn't

i can see you subjecting him to a makeshift fashion show at ramshackle where you model all your outfits and he kind of just stares and nods in approval.

like listen, he isn't especially good with words but i think he'd always try to support you no matter what.

"right, okay - so what about this one?' "you look lovely." malleus replied with a rare smile. he seriously meant it - you looked great. "malleus, you've said that about all the other ones i tried on." you folded your arms, spinning around for malleus to get a better look at the outfit. "those looked great too," he said, tapping his hand against his thigh as he kept that same smile on his face. "i liked them all, actually." "malleus.."

as for your diy hobby, i think he'd be supportive as well!!

though he'd probably question you on why you'd DIY something like that when you could just buy it yourself.

(rich kid problems..)

and when you explained the reason you did so - explaining you just like making your own clothes - he never asked again after that.

in fact, i think he'd gain a better understanding of your hobby and try his best to like bring you little trinkets that'll help spice up your already limited arsenal of sewing tools.

it'd start off small with new little pincushions that he thought you'd like till it gets to the point you wake up one day and there's a brand new sewing machine from malleus on your bedside table that lilia delivered overnight.

i also think he'd love to stand off to the side while you work and hold stuff for you so your space isn't too cluttered and overwhelm you.

"would you hold this for a second, mal?" you muttered, eyebrows knitted in concentration as you held out a random piece of fabric for the man to take. malleus hummed in agreement, taking the fabric from you and holding it in his already full hands. "what're you making this time..?" he asked, inching a bit closer as he leaned down to look over your shoulder. "just touchin' up my battle vest," you replied without breaking concentration. "...is it always this easy for you to do this?" he asked, peering to get a better look. "it gets easier over time," you murmured, turning to look at the tall man behind you. "why?" "i..wanted to learn a bit more about it."

in all honesty, i dont think malleus is a stranger to going to shows at all.

lilia has definitely dragged him out of the house to accompany him so he wouldn't spend all day bed rotting.

the experience was..well, he didn't hate it.

i think he was just a bit confused on what he was supposed to do and he didn't even know who was playing so that didn't help his experience.

i think you introduced him to a band you're really into and he warmed up to it, he'd be wayyy more inclined to go.

like i mean obv he'd still go even if he didn't know the band but still!!

it'd be more fun if you two were mutually bonding over something together.

The only downside of going to shows is the loud sounds - that'd likely turn him off.

"can you see now, (nickname)?" malleus asked, he was currently holding you up in his arms so you'd get a better glimpse of the concert stage. "i can see them - i think..!" you replied, heart swelling with excitement. malleus felt a smile creep onto his face as you gushed about the band and how much more you could see. he figured he'd be more comfortable if he was floating however, the feeling of having you in his arms proved to be a bit too much for him judging by his heart pounding in his ears. "malleus - hey, are you listening?" "hmm..?" he asked, meeting your eye reluctantly. "oh..sorry - my arms were going limp for a moment."

overall, he'd LOVE your freaking alternative fashion so much.

i think he'd even get hyper-fixated on the story behind the alternative/punk movements too.

like you'd be randomly talking and he'd drop a fact he learned about the movement a week ago out of nowhere.

great boyfriend, great attitude and much support!!

[rogueddie]

Fool / Go For It

Eddie is playful, teasing, with all of his friends. It's how he shows affection- with light nudges, light ribbing... it's all done in good faith.

A lot of the teasing he aims at Steve, however, have a sting to them. He cracks a lot of jokes about 'King Steve', about his old friends and his families wealth- all sore spots for Steve.

They don't feel like jokes, even though Steve knows that's all they are.

"I can't just tell him," Steve insists as he, once again, complains about Eddies teasing.

"Yes, you can," Robin says. Her voice is monotone, having repeated her arguments so many times that it's exhausting. "He's your boyfriend. He likes you. If he's upsetting you, he'll want to know."

"But you tease me like he does! All the time!"

"That's different. We're, like, soulmates."

"Rob," Steve groans, flopping his head down so his face is pressed into her bed sheets. His voice is muffled when he continues; "I don't want him to feel like he's second best."

"Steve, for Christs sake, he won't think that! And if he does, he's an idiot."

Lifting his head, he gives her his best puppy-dog eyes. "I can't risk that. I think I might be in love with him."

"That's just more reason to tell him."

He groans, dropping his head again. He always forgets how immune she is to his pleading looks.

"We're seeing him soon," she continues, ignoring his muffled complaints. "You'll tell him then, or I will. And I won't be nice about it, either."

Steve only groans in complaint.

"Come on, dingus," she teases, lightly slapping his shoulder. "You can help me pick out an outfit."

"You never take my advice," he reminds her, getting up to follow her to the closet anyway.

It's almost a routine for them, at this point; she'll pick an outfit, Steve will point out the things wrong with it and, when he makes his own suggestion, she'll point out how horrible his idea would look on her.

Both understand what the other is actually saying- Robin does end up trading the vest that she originally picked out for her black denim jacket, like Steve suggested.

"See?" Steve teases, bumping his shoulder into hers as they head out.

"It's ok, I guess," she ribs back. "You've had worse ideas."

"Ha," he deadpans.

Robin is practically giddy as she climbs in the car. She glances at him, pointedly, when he turns the music up as soon as she says Eddies name. She doesn't fight him on it though.

She knows him well enough, instinctively, to know that he needs the time to himself.

When they pull up, he flings the door open as soon as he can, so she's interrupted when-

"Steve!" Eddie yells in greeting. He jumps up, speedwalking to meet them half way. "You made it!"

"I said we would," Steve grins. The amount of affection they can show, in the schools parking lot, is limited- but Steve can't help but pull Eddie in for a hug. "I always keep my word."

"Unless it's about the pool," Eddie teases, patting his side before turning to his friends.

"Right," Steve forces a laugh.

He hadn't realized that Eddie would remember that- it was so long ago and probably the longest conversation they'd had, pre-Upside Down.

Steve hadn't thought it'd been that bad. He'd actually been trying to look out for Eddie, with how late in the night it was- he'd assumed that he'd been drinking, like everyone else, and going in the pool-

"Steve?" Robin asks, gently shaking him.

"Hm?"

"The pool?"

"Oh, long story. It's... it's an old story, too. It's nothing, really."

"Steve, if he-" Robin starts, hands jumping to her hips.

"Hey," Eddie calls. "Guys, come on, we're gonna set up!"

Steve takes the opportunity, jogging over. "How long does it take to set up?"

Eddie eagerly jumps into a long winded explination, which quickly devolves into explaining rules of the game- things Eddie has already told him, multiple times, but Steve loves how excited he gets.

They finish setting everything up by the time the kids start filtering in- and the door opening knocks Eddie out of his ramble about a certain NPC he's still figuring out.

"You understand any of that?" Grant raises an eyebrow at him.

It's softened with how gentle Eddie is when reaches out to hold his hand, just for a moment.

Mike snorts, loudly.

"Yeah, I did," Steve says.

"Of course you did," Eddie teases, ruffling his hair. "Such a clever big boy. Now!" Eddie claps his hands together, turning to the table.

"Say something," Robin hisses, leaning close.

"I'm trying to listen," Steve whispers back.

She grumbles, but sits back.

It's more fun that he thought it would be, watching the group of them play D&D. It's not as headache inducing as reading, but somehow more fascinating than simply watching a movie.

He groans, almost as loud as the kids, when Eddie announces that they're at a good point to stop for the day.

"That was great," Steve says, siddling up to the table, leaning against the throne Eddies sat on while they all pack up. "I'm starting to get you nerds are so obsessed with this shit."

"What, you wanna sit in on our next game?"

Eddie says it like it's absurd, like it's a joke, but Steve is serious when he replies; "if that's alright with you lot, I'd love to."

"Really?" Eddie leans back, fully turning to him.

Mike scoffs. "He just wants to impress you."

"It was interesting!" Steve defends.

"You probably didn't understand half of what was going on."

"I understand the story. That's, like, the most important part!"

"Of course it it," Eddie gently pats his shoulder. "And I'm sure it'd be fine with everyone here to have an audience, right?"

"Right," Jeff answers. He offers Steve a genuine, friendly, smile.

"On one condition," Robin pipes up. "No more jabs at Steve."

"We're just teasing," Dustin points out. "Steve knows that- don't you, Steve."

"Uh, yeah, I mean-"

"Steve-" Robin tries.

"You do know that we're just joking, right?" Eddie asks, worried. He steps close, hand resting on Steves hip so he can rub circles in his skin. "We don't think any less of you for not knowing D&D. It is just a game."

"Yeah, I know," Steve agrees easily. It's easy to forget why it's a problem when Eddie is being so careful, worried, and affectionate.

And he smiles so wide, almost blindingly. He kisses Steve on the cheek, despite the others complaints, and starts asking about what time is best for their next meeting.

Robin steps up beside him, arms crossed, eyebrow raised.

"What?"

"You're a fool."

[mcbride]

Daryl Dixon Rewatch S1E01 - L'âme perdue

i have some thoughts, but before we get to it and explore the episode, i just wanna point out that the writing is what stood out for me. after seasons of mediocre writers and writing on TWD, it felt like a breath of fresh air. that ain't saying much, but it's a big improvement. also the cinematography, plsss!!

i will digress, this will be long, boring and full of spec for s2!!! read more after the jump...

the best part of it for me was Daryl. Daryl is finally using his words, keeping some things close to the vest he ain't no longer wearing, but he is actually speaking up, telling shit how he sees it, being his observant self, and not taking that religious crap bullshit they trying to feed him. he is also done with it all, and his goal is always and will always be getting back home.

"You deserve a happy ending, too." the ep starts with Judith voiceover, which is repeated in Daryl's feverish dream, and once again by Laurent. Carol isn't mentioned directly, but you can feel her presence throughout the episode. it's sort of a quiet energy that hangs in there whenever Daryl mentions he wants to get back home, he needs to use the radio, he needs to get to that possibly active port. and of course, her smiling face in his dream, with one of the last things he said to her "it's not like we are never gonna see each other again."

"witchy shit;" "dead priest and creepy kid," "you've been fucking with me," while putting his finger in Isa's face and storming out to borrow some cool weapons will always be hilarious to me, but it also felt like genuine Daryl is back. this is the Daryl we fell in love with. he is changed by his experiences, but he is still the OBSERVANT dude with the sass and zero tolerance for bullshit. i like this Daryl, so i will thank Zabel and Norman for bringing him back to us!

NOW let's get to the spec: i think the first episode tells us all we need to know about what is really set to happen, it's so in your face, you may not even notice and just assume they are talking metaphorically - i'm talking about the nuns, the nest, the kid, the whole conspiracy you shouldn't see coming.

for some reason it will probably never be clear, they think Daryl is the one, the messenger to deliver the new Messiah, and he's got an important role delivering the kid to the Nest, like he is the only one who can do it. i mean Isabelle watched Daryl fight and lose, and now she thinks he's Messiah's protector. PLEASE, bitch! maybe he is chosen simply because he is American, he made it across the Ocean, he must be special??? ok, i'll buy that.

now when Mother is dying she agrees Daryl is the one (to protect Laurent) and says "reasons are everywhere." YES, there's a reason Daryl had to come back to protect the kid, there's a reason he doesn't get on that boat to return home, too - and that reason is CAROL is coming. he cannot leave, she's coming to him, and i believe that TOGETHER they are the ones supposed to save Laurent.

WHY Carol, you ask? Daryl just may be to close to the Nest, their people to see them for who they are - some sort of cult who believes "the kid is the cure for a sick world," Mother's words. but how are they dangerous??

they literally tell you, if you're listening. the monk, possibly Losang, says the kid is special, says the kid is the NEW Messiah. Isabelle tells Daryl they need to take the kid there cause he needs safety, teaching and nurturing UNTIL he is ready. ready for what, Daryl asks. ready to be the new Messiah and lead the REVIVAL of humanity.

now Laurent said they had walker!Father Jean there because they were waiting for him to rise again. say what, kiddo? but Father can't rise again, cause he ain't special, he ain't the new Messiah. so there you go, i think the Nest, they're planning to turn Laurent and wait for him to RISE again (be the cure) with help from praying and poetry. maybe the good guys ain't so good.

and this is exactly why the kid is also valuable to Genet. perhaps she also wants to test whether the kid is special or not, knowing his history.

i can see Carol making it to France and figuring out their nefarious plans in like the first 5 mins. and that's why she needs to come to help save Laurent. that would pretty much bring their story full circle, and allow them to deal with the guilt and the trauma of not being able to safe loved ones.

[eddieswh0r]

Hiii!

I was wanting to request a fic where eddie and femreader! are best friends and roommates, eddie is in love with her but is too afraid to tell her in case it ruins things and she doesn't feel the same. so he naturally is quite jealous when he sees her with other guys, but what he doesnt know is reader feels the same way about him. one day eddie was meant to be at band practice all day but it finished early as gareth got sick, so eddie comes home and he walks by readers room and all he hears his her making sll sorts of moans and groans, and the door is open just a little so he can see her touching herself but she also is moaning his name. maybe he walks in or she sees him either way it could end up with some sex and a confession maybe?

let's get back into it with a smutty slow burner? 😉

'Best Friends Lend a Hand'

"Y/n, c'mon. Really? He's stood outside like he's taking you to fuckin' prom" peeking through the blinds that were being held open with a thumb and index finger, just enough to see down onto the street below, Eddie stifled his laughter "Look at him, he's got a fucking flower on his blazer. Wait.. Wait.. There's not even a button hole. It's just pinned on man.. No, stop it. Wait. Is that fucking sticky tape?" The curly haired metal head threw himself back down onto the sofa, holding his stomach as he erupted into fits of roaring laughter.

"You really need to stop calling it sticky tape Eddie, you're 24 and let me guess, you'd turn up on a date in a raggedy pair of jeans and your battle vest?" with a peek through the blinds yourself, your eyes widened. A short man who looked a little older than 25 like you'd been previously told and yes, as plain as day there was a wilted flower stuck to his blazer with the so-called 'sticky tape' attaching it.

"I'm so gonna get Harrington back for this." grabbing your bag off the arm of the sofa you pointed an outstretched finger at Eddie with narrowed eyes "You too!! you're both gonna pay so fuckin' bad for this!" with a slam of the door behind you, you lingered on the stairwell for a moment then sloped off to meet the blind date. The fucking horrible idea Harrington had concocted because he just wanted you to shut the fuck up about the lack of touch you so badly wanted. The few previous dates you'd been on were ok, nothing to write home about, there was no spark, they weren't thrilling, they weren't Eddie.

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"Yeah man, she left about twenty minutes ago - ish and she did NOT look happy" passing Steve a beer Eddie leant his hip on the kitchen counter "..We're gonna pay for this, she insisted on it actually. 'You're gonna pay so fuckin' bad'" mimicking your voice in a high pitched tone he laughed taking a big gulp from the cold bottle.

"You can fuck right off Munson if you think she's getting me back for this as well. I was doing alright, firing out the best people i knew for these dates. You.. You picked this one, who the fuck is this man?"

"Michael, you remember him right? few years older than us, his brother Tommy was in Robins science classes"

"MICHAEL? MICHAEL COOPER? Eddie he's at least 30 now. A few years older? Jesus CHRIST. She's gonna go mental. How did you even ask him?

"Saw him in the 7-Eleven parking lot"

Eddie knew what he was doing though, he wasn't just being a prick to his roommate, his best friend of 20 years for no reason. Seeing Steve organize all these dates for you and watching you go off with the jock looking buff boys made Eddies insides twist. 20 years is a hell of a long time to be crushing hard on someone right? But from the age of 4, you and Eddie had been completely inseparable. Kindergarten, first school, middle, high, college, work, roommates, the full lot, together. So let's be honest a crush for 20 years? No. That boy was completely in love with you but he'd never tell you. No way. But you wouldn't tell him either, he'd never know you felt the same, fuck he could never know. Ever.

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"I swear Eddie that date was traumatizing, you and Steve are in for it, just you wait. I don't mind an older man but 30 and already balding? You're both assholes for that" placing your cereal bowl in the sink you frowned crossing your arms, the previous events from last night whirling around in your head making you cringe. Pulling on his trainers Eddie hid the smirk that spread across his face as you told him all about the disastrous date.

"So lemme get this right, the sticky tape fell off and the flower fell riiiight into his soup?"

"Eddie i was so embarrassed, he was speaking so loud and people were staring and.. and then.. he fucking ate the flower swimming round in his soup, i wanted to die" slumping down into the sofa you looked over toward Eddie who was now chuckling to himself. God, if only the man who was stood in front of you would take you on a date.

"Wait.. Where you going anyway? I thought we had a movie marathon planned?" he better not be blowing you off for a date you thought, he did that once before and it didn't end well. You didn't speak to him for days and he did a bit too much groveling after that.

"Corroded Coffin rehearsal sweetheart, fuck. I thought i told you?" Grabbing his keys off the side, he looked at you with his big ol' puppy dog eyes "I'll make it up to you, i promise.. i gotta go"

"Asshole"

Eddie swung the door open and glanced back to you "Laters princess" flashing his teeth with a grin and finishing with a wink.

Fuuuck. If only he knew what those simple words did to you. That knot in your stomach tightened.

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Hey, Doc! we better back up.

We don't have enough roads to get up to 88.

Roads?

Where we're going we don't need no roads.

"I will never get tired of that film" pressing the off button on the remote you sighed happily. You'd taken yourself to bed and curled up in your covers to watch yours and Eddies favorite film, even though he'd ditched you for band practice. The smell of his cologne wafted up to your nostrils from his band tee you wore. It's not like it was unusual for you to wear one of his t-shirts, in fact, it was more unusual for you not to be wearing one.

Boredom took over. The apartment was relatively clean, the laundry was done and you'd already picked at snacks throughout the film.

16:27 flashed on your alarm clock, Eddie had been gone for hours and he'd probably be gone a few more. Resting your hand on your stomach you tore your stare away from your ceiling toward your nightstand. A photo of you and Eddie from 2 years prior. Nancy had suggested a walk which sounded like a good idea at the time but it was a cold autumn morning and Steve did absolutely nothing but complain about the temperature the whole time. Nancy had bought her camera with her and caught the exact moment Eddie threw a big pile of golden orange and yellow leaves at you, he had his head thrown back laughing while the leaves fell around you. So as grumpy as you looked it was developed and placed in a frame for your 22nd birthday.

God, you were so in love with him. His hair, eyes, smile, neck, the dip in his chest, down towards his toned stomach which had his little trail leading towards.. towards..

"Mmm, fuck." your hand had found itself tucked inside your thin cotton panties, your finger drawing circles around what was now a wet pulsing bud of nerves as you thought about your best friend, the best friend you were absolutely madly in love with.

Closing your eyes and tilting your head back you slipped a second finger and applied more pressure wishing it was Eddie that was taking care of you, making you feel good.

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Placing his keys on the small table next to the door Eddie scanned his eyes around the living room searching for you but nothing, he thought that you'd probably gone out to meet Nancy. He'd come back much earlier than expected, Gareth wasn't feeling great so they decided to call it a day.

"Oh Eddie."

His gaze quickly turned towards your bedroom door, faint squeaks and mewls coming from inside. Eddie gingerly made his way closer to the door, the faint orange hum of light from the bedside lamp shining through the slight crack of where it was left open.

"Feels so good, Eddie"

Hearing his name a second time he peeped one eye through the ajar door, eyes widening at what he could see in front of him. Sprawled on your bed with the covers no longer on you and Eddies tee bunched up just above your chest, one hand in your panties and the other caressing your breast with your hard, sensitive nipple rolling between your finger and thumb, your back arching every time you went a little faster. Eddie automatically palmed his now painfully hard erection through his jeans. Should he be doing this? This is wrong, that's my best friend he thought to himself but another moan of his name from your lips stopped that thought abruptly. He watched you gather your own slick on your index and middle finger letting your legs fall to the side and giving him a very clear view of what he wanted needed so bad, slowly sliding your fingers into your aching cunt a moan dragged from your throat which made Eddies breath hitch and palm his erection faster.

Eddie couldn't take it any longer, watching you take care of yourself like this, he needed to help. He needed to take care of you himself.

"Need a hand sweetheart?" gently pushing your bedroom door open his eyes darkened with want as he took a slow pace towards the end of your bed. You stopped what you were doing, you weren't nervous or even embarrassed. Looking up at him with big doe eyes you gave a simple nod and that was more than enough for him. Eddie walked round to the side of your bed while unfastening his belt, letting his jeans fall down to his ankles, followed by his boxers. Your eyes widened as his hard dick slapped against his stomach on release. Holy fuck he was gifted.

"I'm gonna take care of you now, 'kay? Just relax baby. M'gonna make you feel so good" Eddie climbed on top of you, pushing your legs apart with his knees. Nuzzling his way into your neck his teeth nipped at your skin, grazing down to your collarbone. You watched his every move not wanting to miss his perfect fucking face making its way over your torso.

"You miss me princess?" his voice muffled as his mouth enveloped around your nipple, the connection rapidly sending your hands to his mass of curly hair with a soft moan flowing from your lips, Eddie pinched your nipple between his teeth as he dragged a hand across your thigh, gripping the inside. Letting your nipple go from his mouth with a pop he gave you the biggest shit-eating grin you've ever seen.

"I’ll take that as a yes?" Taking his bottom lip between his teeth he edged down toward the end of the bed, hooking his arms under your knees, pulling you towards him.

“Eddie, wait!!” You called, Eddie let go of your legs in a panic, you watched his face drop as you knew every kind of thought would be running through his head.

“I don’t think it’s fair Eddie” you pouted your lips, dropping your head ever so slightly

“W-we can stop? If that’s what you want princess? We don’t have to do this, I don’t wanna ruin our friendship”

“Well.. I just kinda mean.. like.. you still have your top on” it was your turn to wear the shit-eating grin now and watch the relief wash over Eddies face. In a flash he removed his top and flung it over to the side. His toned body in all its glory, right there in front of you, begging to be touched, every single part of it, you wanted to cover with your lips.

“Is that what you wanted, Sweetheart? Is that better now?” A breath you didn’t know you were holding escaped and Eddie leaned forward and pushed his lips on yours, snapping you from your stare. Slow, wet kisses at first switched on what felt like lightening dancing in your stomach which quickly turned to messy, open-mouthed kisses, tongues circling in unison, trying to find each other at every opportunity. Eddie pulled away breathless, leaving nothing but a string of saliva between you. Sitting up he resumed his position and hooked his arms under your legs pulling you closer. You bit your bottom lip in arousal and anticipation as Eddie looked down at you giving you a quick nod and the most beautiful smile, you nod back confirming the go ahead and be didn’t hesitate.

“Just relax sweetheart, if you wanna stop.. tell me.. ‘Kay?” He slowly pressed against your soaking wet opening with the tip of his dick, rubbing up and down gathering your wetness on his end.

“Oh f-fuck, you’re fuckin’..” cutting himself off from his own sentence he slipped inside of you, feeling your gummy walls clench around his length almost immediately. Your head threw back and a moan of his name left your lips pronto.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Eddie” gripping the sheets and throwing your head back at the bliss. Eddie pushed in to the hilt and picked up a pace rather quickly which earned groans from his direction.

“Sweetheart, you’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted this”

“Eddie, shut up and fuck me” you giggled breathless. Deep and hard, faster and faster. The fire in your stomach was unbearable and the taste of sweet release was moments away.

“Eddie. I- I’m gonna..”

“Cum for me, there’s a good girl.” Those words tipped you over the fuckin edge, as you clenched your walls around him waves of euphoria washed over you, knuckles turning white from the sheets in your grasp, your mouth hung open but no sound was audible. Your body shook as your reached your ultimate high.

“There it is, fuck. Such a good girl for me” Eddie praised as he reached his own high, burying his warm seed deep inside you. Your name and curses rolling off his tongue.

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What felt like hours passed and somehow the covers had found their way onto you both, Eddies arms wrapped around you and your head on his chest while it gently rose and fell with every breath. You didn’t know what was to happen next only that you both didn’t want this to end, you and Eddie had waited for this moment and no one was going to take it away. Your eyes slowly closed as tiredness took over as it did for Eddie.

“I love you, Sweetheart”

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Oh please I’ve been fucking working on this for months and the last few paras are SO fuckin rushed because it was just sitting in my drafts.

Love you all😩🥰

[bbyquokka]

Just saw Han’s star nails and idk why but I can imagine him letting you paint his nails and he can’t help but coo at how concentrated you are and he’s just admiring how excited you are trying out a new design 🥺

lazy days and painted nails

FLUFF BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

warnings: gn reader, idol jisung, established relationship words: 0.5k ~ (587)

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

“baby, it's time.” jisung looks up at you from his position on the bedroom floor. lay flat on his stomach in just a white vest and grey sweats pants with a manga in front of him.

it's stray kids comeback in a few weeks and jisung is taking this time to relax for a while before things start getting hectic again. he doesn't mind things being chaotic, he likes it, keeps him busy. but he hates being away from you so he wants to spend the free time he has now with you as much as possible.

“nails?” he asks as you sit down on a pillow in front of him. you nod as you put the nail polishes, file and clippers down.

“comeback is soon and i want to do your nails.”

“ok. be my guest baby.” jisung sits up, willingly giving you his right hand. you like painting his nails just as much as he likes watching you do his nails. it's like you're with him when he is away, in a weird yet beautiful way.

“what design are you thinking off?” he asks, watching you file his nails and get rid of the dead skin and cuticles.

“something to do with stars. was thinking stars on all your fingers because y'know, five star.” you giggle.

“clever. just like the album, i love it.” your cheeks turn a soft pink colour as you open the nail polishes. you start by painting his nails, careful not to flood his cuticles or get any on his skin.

jisung watches you, smiling to himself. he reaches out with his free hand to tuck your hair behind your ear gently, which causes the tips of your ears to turn red and heart to thump like crazy against your rib cage.

“you're so beautiful, yn.”

“shh. don't make me lose focus.” you mumble.

“i can't help but speak my mind when it comes to you.” you give jisung a simple “mhm”, a sign that you're half listening. you stick your tongue out in concentration, one of the many habits jisung loves about you.

“even now you're acting so cute. with your tongue sticking out and the way your cheeks are so pink because of me.”

“ji!!” you whine, sticking out your bottom lip as you mess up one of the points of the star. “now i have to start all over again.”

“don't” jisung stops you from grabbing the remover by grabbing your hand gently. he intertwines his fingers with yours, pulling you closer to him.

you stutter. your faces are getting dangerously closer and closer to each other.

he's so close. you can see the fine detail of his textured skin. the skin on his lips, the mole on his cheek. his long lashes and cute button nose.

“you don't want me to fix it up?” you whisper, as you close your eyes.

“no.”

“but why.” jisung pulls you onto his lap gently, holding your waist. his breath fans against your lips as he leans in, tilting his head to the side.

“because it shows that someone i love has done my nails. i don't want them to look perfect, i want people to know, to see that you did my nails. it feels like you're with me.”

you whimper softly as his lips press against yours in a gentle, sweet and delicate kiss. your lips move together in sync, creating a perfect rhythm that allows you both to get lost in.

“it's imperfectly perfect and i love that.”

note: anon, we must have the same mind because i too, also thought about painting his nails and just soft bf jisung. im so soft for him, more than usual and idk anymore. f u jisung /af

tags (open): @sstarryoong ; @myprwttyhan ; @fairylouist ; @septicrebel ; @bbujiikseu ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @aestheticsluut ; @xcookiemonsteer

[dr-trafalgar-law]

Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader

17

The second you opened the door you were scooped up into a bear hug.

"She's not a plushie." Law grumbled.

"I'm fine." You giggled as Rocinante set you back on your feet.

Law protested again as the blonde turned and wrapped his arms around him before losing his balance and ultimately taking them both to the floor.

"I've missed you both." He grinned, brushing himself off as he stood.

"It's only been a couple of weeks."

"He means we missed you too, Roci." You smiled, shutting the door.

"Thank you, F/N." Your soon-to-be father-in-law winked at you before looking around the room, "What a cute little space you have here."

"You're being too kind." You chuckled, "I haven't done much with it because we both work so much."

"No, it's just cozy enough. Law doesn't like cluttered spaces anyway."

Law pinched the bridge of his nose, "She's free to put up whatever decorations she wants."

"Ok,ok." Roci held his hands up, "How about a quick tour."

With that Law took his bag and showed him the room he'd be staying in for the weekend.

___________________

The suit shop was very different from where you chose your dress. The walls were painted in dark neutrals and the far right was a whiskey bar/humidor offering an array of cigars.

Suits and tuxedos hung all around you in a surprising variety of colors. You imagined Law would pick something simple and black. He often wore suits to work when he had consults and meetings so this wasn't as foreign to him as picking a fancy dress was to you.

The salesman that met you at the door ushered you back to a more private space. Much like the dress store there was a large mirror facing a pedestal and a black leather loveseat. After getting you settled with Roci on the sofa, Law and the salesman headed back to the changing rooms.

"How have things been?" The blonde asked, sipping the whiskey he was provided.

"We're getting along." Your face heated up and he smiled mischievously.

"I see."

"I...I mean -"

"Say no more," he interrupted you with a chuckle, "I'm glad the two of you are getting to know each other. The wedding is just a formality. You can go at whatever pace you're comfortable with."

"As long as there's a kid in two years." The weight of what you'd just said hit you in the gut.

He hummed, "I never liked the timeline."

You couldn't imagine that version of yourself yet. Mother to Law's child - a wife.

His wife.

That word still felt heavy, but not quite in the same way it had a few months ago. Things were ok now, sure, but would they get better? More importantly would they stay that way? Could he truly love you?

Before you could voice your next opinion your fiance rounded the corner.

His black hair was parted neatly to the left. He was in a classic black tuxedo with a black cummerbund and bowtie. You'd expected something simple, but not devoid of personality. It wasn't that he didn't look amazing - he absolutely did. This just didn't feel like the suit.

Law glanced at you in the mirror, "F/N, what do you think?"

"It's a good start, but you have suits at home that are more exciting."

He smiled softly, "We can do better."

"And maybe not a bowtie." Roci added earning an eye roll before Law stalked off to change.

There was a parade of outfits that were too flashy, too bland, too dark, too light or Roci didn't like it. Law was indifferent about the majority, but always asked for your opinion. There were a few that you liked so he'd set them aside to narrow down, but there was one last suit.

When he stepped out your stomach flipped. It was a three piece deep navy blue. The velvet jacket was paired with a champagne vest that had a vine pattern that matched the appliques on your dress. Maybe not exactly but it was close enough. He tugged a little at the navy tie while you looked him over, finally stopping at the rich dark brown spectators on his feet.

He turned from the mirror and met your gaze with a knowing smirk, "This is the one."

You nodded and stood motioning for him to lean down, "I just need to fix this."

Running your fingers through his hair, you smoothed it back earning a soft chuckle from Roci behind you.

"Much better." The blonde agreed as you stepped back.

Law straightened out and cleared his throat, "Thank you."

"It's perfect. I don't even think you need to have it tailored." You really had to work hard to not stare at him.

How had you gone months living with this ridiculously handsome man without noticing?

He smiled down at you and spoke in a low tone, "Would you like to take a picture?"

"Wh-No-hush." You looked away as your ears practically burst into flames.

"Alright, let's pack it up." Roci clapped his hands reminding the two of you that he existed, "I'm starving."

The day moved on with a quick lunch and running a few errands. You'd also taken Roci by your shop to pack up some of your more popular treats to send back to Olympia with him.

By the time the three of you arrived home it was after dark. Rocinante decided to treat you to a nice dinner in and ordered delivery.

"So, F/N, will I get to meet your parents before the wedding?"

Law glanced over watching you frown very briefly.

"They won't be making an appearance." You shrugged.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He murmured feeling he'd upset you.

"No worries," You smiled, "I expected it to come up. They aren't really present in my life. I mean, lucky for them their arrangement worked out but I was a requirement."

Law shifted next to you. He'd already known this information, but it still pissed him off.

"I was nannied and shipped off to boarding schools while they did whatever it is they do. The law is to have a kid, how you take care of them is a different story I guess."

The blonde clenched his fists, "I'd like to throttle people like that. None of this was your fault."

"It's fine. I think I turned out ok and I have a lot of chosen family and one cousin that I'm close to."

"Well, now you're part of our family." He said enthusiastically, "I couldn't be more proud."

"Thank you." You almost whispered, fighting back the urge to cry.

Roci stood abruptly to hug you, spilling his drink across the table.

After dinner the three of you sat in the living room chatting with some soju. This was a side of you Law didn't even know existed. You sat on the floor in front of the coffee table refilling the small saké cups before pushing them back to Law and Roci. Your face was slightly flushed from the alcohol and a soft smile rested on your lips.

Complete relaxation sat before him humming and giggling at the lame dad jokes he'd heard his adopted father unload a million times. He watched you in quiet appreciation while you were too distracted to notice.

Bubbly - not a word he'd associated with you before. Here you were laughing harder than he'd ever seen, appearing to not have a care in the world. Of course the soju was helping with that.

But the days were much easier and nights were comfortable.

When you were apart he thought about you, texted you, worried when you took a little too long to answer. He wanted to come home to you.

He'd gotten used to your weight in the bed, your soft snores and how you stole all the blankets at night only to kick one of your feet out to cool yourself down.

"I think this old man needs to put himself to bed." The blonde chuckled slowly pulling himself to his feet.

"G'night, sweet dreams~" You sang while he used the wall to keep himself upright and shuffled to Law's room.

"I think it's time for you to get to bed too." Law was already standing next to you offering his hand.

"Oh, how kind~." You chortled, allowing him to assist you, "You let me have all the fun tonight."

"I had a good time too." He guided you to the bed to sit down.

"It's too stuffy." You complained leaning back to wiggle out of your leggings.

"Do you need help?" He asked closing the door.

"You just want to undress me."

Law glanced away fighting to keep a neutral expression.

"I'm trying to be a good partner." He corrected.

"I was only teasing." Your pouty voice was nearly lost in the rustling sheets as you covered up.

"I know," He sighed, removing his shirt and turning out the lights, "Do you feel like you might get sick?"

"No." You yawned, "Can you come to bed already?"

Drunk you was going to be the death of him.

"Zero patience." He teased, moving the blankets back.

You only giggled and moved to face him as he settled next to you.

"Law?"

"Hm?"

"I like you."

"...I like you too F/N."

[nrdmssgs]

Darker matters (part 8)

Masterlist Previous part

Angst Pairing: Nikolai x Olga 'Zhar' Samoilova Summary: The completion of the rescue mission Warnings: Swearing, mention of kidnapping

Thanks: My very important people: @siilvan, @homicidal-slvt, @sofasoap and @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot. @pale-elysium I love you so much.

Zhar barely catches, what exactly Ghost and Krueger are growling at each other. One of them points to a now empty window frame, and Olga looks there. The lower threshold of the frame is painted with a dark scarlet, and reddening wet lines stretch from the window sill to the floor. She gathers all the strength to concentrate and remember, what happened, but two men shouting above her make it almost impossible.

Their voices echo, mix together with the noises of the battle unraveling on the lower floor. Olga can only make out something about medic evac. For a split second she's afraid, they are planning to send her off, but then Ghost shakes his head.

Krueger curses, looking from Ghost to Zhar. Then he finally leans closer to her and asks, ‘how's your pain limit, commander?’.

“Ask my burnt ass,” Olga winces. 

“She's going to be alright.” Ghost stands up and takes the gun out of the holster. “Behave, commander, and I'll bring you a gift. Served just as you wanted.”

He disappears around the corner to Krueger's displease. He doesn't hide it, frowning while he undoes Zhars vest and pulls the med bag closer. It takes him a few moments to stop the stream of frustrated thoughts regarding the outsider among them in such a critical mission and concentrate fully on his commander's wounds. 

“Ok, lets, oh fu-” He pauses, glances at Olga's paling face. “Let's make it quick - I promise to be gentle, you - to not fire me, if it hurts too much.”

***

“Affirmative, out.” Iskra flips the switch on her comms and turns back to the rest of her team. 

“Krueger got Zhar, we're not waiting for them. Once again: two people, who leave this shithole on their two,” she points at the door leading to the lowest level of the base, “are Nikolai and Sedmi. I want every other one dead by the time, we are done.”

“Which ones of you are assigned to get Sedmi?” The question sounds from the darkest corner of the hall and only the outlines of a white skull mask give away the fact, that somebody actually stands there.

Others turn their heads towards the voice, but nobody answers: they've already heard through comms, that they have a ‘guest star’ today, but none of them is sure, if the man is worth of their trust.

“Us three,” Iskra points at herself and two other soldiers. After all, if Zhar trusts him - that means something. “You with us?”

“Won't even notice me.” Ghost checks his gun and takes a step forward.

***

By the time, they descend to the subterranean level of the base, Iskra is sure: this is the place, where they keep Nikolai. They've checked every meter of the upper levels and Sedmi and Nik were not there. 

Their shadows cling to every corner and the hum of machinery reverberate through narrow passages. 

Iskras group stops right before the long dark hall and waits for their technician to work his magic. He manages to bring the lamps back to life only for a few short moments, but that's enough. The flicker of harsh fluorescent lights offers much needed glimpses of the subterranean battleground. Silhouettes of enemies materialize in the shadows, and hungry for blood Chimeras press forward.

Short, bright flashes of gunfire and dim flashing lights from cameras and alarms briefly illuminate scenes of brutality. Chimeras are trained to fight quickly and with maximum efficiency. But now the fatigue and irritation accumulated over the long weeks of preparation for the operation are making themselves felt: soldiers do not hide the pleasure with which they are slaughtering the remnants of Sedmi’s army.

Leading her men forward, Iskra loses the sight of Ghost, but that doesn't bother her anymore - she's too concentrated on her goal. Every step forward comes at the cost of sweat and grit, as the enemy, cloaked in shadows, retaliate with a relentless determination to protect their bargaining chip - Nikolai.

The moment, when her eyes meet Sedmis marks the shift in her fighting style. If Iskra was searching for anything, that could point her in the right direction before - she now was full of determination to get that man. 

Iskra sees desperation in his face, sees a cornered animal instead of a warrior, and stops holding back. She follows him, as the man runs to a door at the end of the hall, closes the gap with relentless strides, feasting upon the fear, that she catches in his eyes, each time he looks back at her.

There are not more than a few meters left between them, when bullets trace the air right above Iskras head. She drowns to the floor, distracted by enemy fire and curses, hearing, how Sedmi frantically fumbles with the lock.

In the heat of battle, out of the corner of her eye, she notices a blurry shadow gliding very close. Her gaze catches on a large silhouette, and, clinging to the wall, she turns around and sees Ghost. He appears behind Sedmi’s back so quietly that he remains unnoticed until rises to his full height. With a precisely controlled movement, he hits the enemy in the temple with his elbow, and Sedmi falls to the ground.

***

Nikolai thought of the possible scenarios of him finally meeting Olga again almost constantly. To kill time, to forget the physical pain, to remain calm, to not let intrusive thoughts with other scenarios in.

He forgets his plans for a short time, when the door to his room is opened and he sees Iskra. 

“Iskorka, spasibo, moya zolotaya.*” Nik smiles as she walks in and sets him free from the restraints. 

As if sensing the question, that eats him alive, Iskra says ‘she's here, now let's go get you to the medics, commander.’

Despite him being perfectly fit to fight the remnants of Sedmis army, Iskra leads Nikolai straight to the stairway. He doesn't protest though, sensing, how worried she is about finally getting her commander back. Nik glances around and takes a mental note about an unsettlingly great number of enemy bodies, lying on the floor.

“Chimera partnered with someone for this?”

“Chimera grew bigger, while you were away,” for the first time Iskra, always so concentrated and serious, smiles.

Nikolai doesn't have too much time to think about her answer though, because when they emerge on the first floor - they meet Zhar. 

Nik freezes, stops in his tracks and just watches her pass by, seemingly not even noticing him. She looks nothing like a month before, when they saw each other last time. She's just a wraith, a mere shadow of herself: skin pale to the point, when it looks grayish, jerky movements, cold, lifeless eyes. Olga advances forward steadily, but it doesn't escape Nikolais eyes, that she uses the wall as support to avoid falling.

Ignoring Iskras hand, clasping to his shirt, he takes a step to Olga, all the scenarios of him holding her, hiding her from any harm and finally comforting her coming back to life in his head. Iskra calls out Zhar, saying, they have Nikolai at last. Olga doesn't slow down or turn to them. The words, that she throws over her shoulder, feel like a punch in the guts, like an invisible wall, that stops Nik.

“Get him as far as possible from here.”

***

Sedmis head is killing him with a potent ache and deafening ringing noise. At first, he doesn't want to open his eyes, but the disorientation makes him feel dizzy to the point, when he has to see, if he is lying on the floor, sitting, or really being constantly swirled around, as he feels.

Blinking against the dim light, he becomes aware of the confining reality - the good news is that he's seated. Immobilized and tied to a chair, yes, but seated. You won't seat a man, unless you don't want to speak to.

The bad news is the man, dragging a table to the center of the room. Sedmi heard of this one.

“So you are the guy, the bitch assigned to kill me? How do they call you, a Phantom?”

The man ignores Sedmi and touches the light bulb flickering above his head. Blinking a couple more times, the lamp lights up with a dim but even light. As he looks right at it, Sedmi notices drips of blood running down his mask and gear. 

“How is it going to happen. You shoot me? Ain't no way, Price would let you keep me.”

His captor slowly squints, looking at him, but not turning his head from the lamp. After a few minutes of silence, he walks behind Sedmi and tightens up the knots, restraining him.

“My job here is to keep you alive.” Sedmi doesn't like, how this mans voice sounds. There is a big part of calmness there, but there is also an anticipation. 

Zhar enters the room and Sedmi relaxes: despite the coarse texture of the ropes biting into his flesh right through his clothes, despite the masked silent enigma standing somewhere behind him, Sedmi feels, he might after all regain control over the situation. When it comes to Olga - Sedmi always knows, where to push to make her do stupid things, she might regret later.

“So you bring this beast with you, and he's the good cop here?” Sedmi chokes on quiet laughter, his shoulders shake, but almost immediately feels the men hand gripping the back of his neck.

“How much did you pay him? And for what? How would he explain getting involved in an operation to save an ass in the international-class criminal?”

Zhar doesn't react to Sedmis rant - she leisurely sits down on the opposite chair and throws a folder with some papers on the table. Her captive continues to hurl insults and questions, but Olga’s unfocused gaze pierces through him, and her hands rummage through all her pockets. Finally, her face comes to life, and she takes out an inhaler in a bright children's case and places it on the table right before Sedmi.

He falls silent as soon as he sees that. The room seems to tighten its grip on him, amplifying the gravity of the situation. He swallows hard, tasting the metallic tang of fear.

“Where's he?” Sedmis first question is barely audible. None of his captors reacts to it, so he asks once again. Only this time he screams.

“Where's he? Where is my son?! What did you do, you sick fuck?!” 

“Now you're asking the right questions…” Olga answers in a calm tone, contrasting with his shouts. Then she looks up and addresses to her colleague.

“Can do it alone.”

No answer from behind, not even the slightest movement. Zhar sighs with some unhealthy hissing sound escaping her lungs and her gaze falls back on Sedmi.

“Last few weeks were quite busy, hm?” She leans forward, her fingers trace invisible lines on the desk around the inhaler. “Monitoring Chimera newest hires, cutting off our supply chains, listening to my phone calls, talking to me, sending that guy after my informants… And taking care of Nikolai, of course. Did I miss anything? Side jobs, reports to your friends?”

Her captive remains silent, catching every word, that escape her lips.

“So many things to do, so little time for your family. At first, I did believe, you were smart enough to not have one. But Chimera is a creature with many eyes and ears. While you were enjoying me failing terribly at following your orders to ruin the company - my many eyes were watching, where you send your most trusted men, my many ears were listening to your late night talks. Ada was right by the way - you should have brought more time with her and Luka. Such a beautiful wife, such a sweet little kid.”

Sedmi shudders, his hands involuntarily try to stretch forward, but his captor has tied him securely.

“My first intention was to visit your big shiny villa, the one with the million dollar view. Ada talked so much about the incredible treats that your personal chef made you there… I just had to check it.” Zhar takes a folder and drags the first paper out of it.

A photo falls on the desk before Sedmis eyes and what he sees on it makes his heart skip a beat: his and Adas bedroom burnt. Black walls, iron bed base merely peeking from a huge pile of ashes, dark pieces of fabric and plastic, empty picture frames laying on the floor.

“I have Lukas room too, have a peek.” She throws another photo before him - Sedmi doesn’t risk looking at it. 

“Where are they?” He growls at her.

“Don't you act as if I could find them in your main property. We both know, it's not like that.” Zhar seems to miss his question completely. “To be honest - I wasn't surprised either. It would be too obvious, and besides, it would take so much more men to actually guard such a place and not just make an impression. So I moved further to your other secret harbors.”

Sedmi feels that he slowly but surely becomes a helpless spectator in his own harrowing drama. Images lay bare the shattered remnants of what once were sanctuaries. His and Ada's houses, every room and every memory, are now not more than charred skeletons standing as grim reminders of Zhars wrath. The wrath, that becomes somewhat familiar to him after yet another photo.

“Nikto… That bloody merc was claiming to be incorruptible. Did you pay him, blow him? How did you convince that bastard to make a full theater play for me? Fucking beautiful…”

“You think, Nikto was your weak link?” Olga methodically flips through the photographs, each depicting the ruins of familial havens. “Nikto was your best man, Sedmi: he never betrayed you - he was assigned to scare me and Nikolai, and he did just that. I only helped him a little. But enough about him - it's Ada and Luka, we are looking for, right? So many places, they were not at.”

She picks a photo from a folder and the corners of her lips jump up for a brief moment. 

“Now this place is special. A modest one, a secluded fortress. Your mother's house,” her whisper cuts through the silence like a blade.

Sedmis heart plummets, the chill of despair seeping into every fiber of his being. He could watch Zhar taking the keys to his kingdom, his men, his property - but not the fates of those he holds dearest.

“You fucking insect.” A spasm runs through Sedmis body making him shiver. “Sitting here, jerking off at your mightiness, after you killed a defenseless boy and wom-”

“I never said, they were dead.” Zhar rises on her elbows above the desk. “What, you think, I`m making this show just to tell you, I killed your beloved ones? No Sedmi, my dear seventh friend. I have other plans. Want to know, what are they?”

He nods, and Olga continues leaning forward to him.

“You will live a long life. And I will teach you, how to do it. You see, I know, who has a grudge against me. A year ago I orchestrated an operation with one particular fixer. We closed a jar with spiders, shook it well enough, and you guys started ripping each other's heads off. There is a reason why they call you Sedmi or ‘the seventh one’. You are part of them: a union, a cartel, a friend club - I couldn't care less, how you call it. But I know, there are many of you there: ‘the first’, ‘the second’, ‘the god knows which’ one... Many spiders not happy with a jar, I and Nikolai closed a year ago.”

She pauses, looks Sedmi in the eyes and touches his face.

“You will walk out of this military base on your two. It won't be easy, but eventually you will figure, how to set yourself free. Your army will be nonexistent anymore. You won't try to contact your bodyguards, because their bodies are lying on the ground at the crashsite of Nikolais helicopter. You will spend some time searching for Ada and Luka and find them at some point. You may as well give this back to your son…”

Zhar pushes the inhaler closer to Sedmi.

“You will find new ways to fund your life, purchase new place to live in, take your kid to school, make sure, your mom is back to normal after all the stress, she had to live through, take care of Ada…”

A faint smile blooms on her lips. 

“But whatever you do - I want you to do it with one thought behind everything. When you hire new soldiers - I will know each name. When you buy a new house - I will have all the information on the deal even before you.”

Zhars whisper sounds right above his ear.

“I will know, your sons teachers names, I will choose the doctors, monitoring your mother, I will hear what your wife talks about with her friends on their kitchens while you're not around. I will see and hear and know everything, there is about your new little life. And from now on if any member of your group, I troubled a year ago, plots anything against the Chimera - it is your problem, Sedmi. If I even think, that something starts boiling up - it is your headache. And if I am not happy with your performance - I won't kill you, don't worry. You will live long enough to see your beloved ones agonies. Every last one of them, begging for a quicker death.”

Sedmi feels the masked mans grip tightening on the back of his neck once again, as Olga stops in mere inches from his face. The table creaks as she leans back, her hands never leaving the desk, as if she would fall as soon as she stops holding on to it.

“If you were waiting for a good time to say, that you got me right - this is your moment to shine.” She looks at him, not blinking, not even breathing, it seems. 

Sedmi looks around, but his gaze can't concentrate on anything: the walls are blank, sterile, the lonely lamp above them stopped swaying a while ago. It feels as if everything around him, including Olga, is dead: empty shells pretending to be rooms, furniture and people. 

And she, this half-burnt piece of meat is the very heart of this stillness. Sedmi doesn't fight the sudden urge to make her at least a bit more alive, and spits into her face. 

Immediately, his face is being slammed against the desk - the masked one doesn't say a word, but he knows well enough, what he's doing. Pain pierces through Sedmis head like red-hot needles, and the world goes dark for a moment. Once he manages to rise his head once again - Sedmi notices, that photos of his destroyed houses are now painted red. He watches his saliva slowly flowing down Olgas jawline.

Zhar asks him again, if they are clear and this time her captive is more cooperative.

“C-crysh- Crystal clear.” It hurts even to speak, after the masked one turned his mouth into a bloody mess.

Sedmi gathers all his strength, and before Olga and the masked man leave the room, he speaks again.

“Hey Phantom-boy… You think, you're the hero, saved the day, punished some criminal piece of shit?” Zhar and the masked one freeze on their way to the exit.

“Of course you do. Think, I'm a waste, bloody trash. Well, it takes one to know one. So if you're thinking, you chose the right ally - look at her once again. That bitch, you're serving so well, is not a human anymore. Shes not even a creature - this one is a mold. Stops at nothing, eats up anyone, when it gets hungry. Today she's on my walls, but who knows where you find her tomorrow. So before you put on your ‘good boy’ collar this evening - think of your family in her hands.”

An unsettling silence permeate the room, broken only by the distant echoes of indistinct sounds. Olga holds up an open palm in a wordless request, and her colleague takes his knife out of the holster and gives it to her.

“Make sure, we don't get interrupted,” commands Zhar and the masked one leaves her alone with Sedmi.

Iskorka, spasibo, moya zolotaya.* - Sparky (Iskra is Spark in russian), thank you, my golden one

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Observations on ep 11:

I missed some details last week, so I'm going to try to be more observant today...let's see how I go.

Move on? 😦 Move in?! 😲

Loving the YOLO shirt 😂 I know it's the name of the bar but still...

YO SPITTING TRUTHS 😂😭 "I think my chances of winning the first prize lottery are greater than having an ideal boyfriend". I feel so called out...

Has anyone mentioned the iconic couple shirts that Yo and Plug are wearing in the credits?!

Also, I need more April in the show. (And hello, Nonnie's tattoo!)

Yeah, I stand by what I said to @grapejuicegay in our dms -> Mew does not love Top anymore. If he thinks he does it's more that he's in love with the potential of what they had...but that's all but destroyed. Mew (and Top...and Boeing tbf) need to move on (Ah! The ep title!), I bet they won't though.

I need Dan to be happy... Where's Poppy? I need him to come in and sweep Dan off his feet.

Hello Meen! 🔥 She's gorgeous and so young. Oh oh! Dan could meet her and have a noona romance!

Khaotung Thanawat what the fuck is your face (I will forever think this when he cries, thanks kk!)

Sorry to lay down some facts but you can't guarantee that anyone will stay with you after 3 months, 6 months, or a year. It doesn't matter what you've been through together, this is something you can never predict. And so that can't be the reason for not being with someone - and this goes for Yo as well as Boeing/Mew, because Yo was afraid that Plug wouldn't stick around.

And therefore, that's the correct question Mew - "Can I trust you, Boeing?" And it's not really about trust. It's about making a choice every day to be with that person regardless of what the future might hold.

Boston, Nick, and that random extra basically did that meme 😂

ANOTHER ONE FOR THE KISSING CHARTS!!

But also, I'm loving flirtatious confident sexy Nick. Such a development from when he met Boston.

MVP NICK!!

Oh so many parallels are paralleling this ep. Boston telling Atom he can't fall in love 'just because he's the first man he slept with'...which is what Nick realises he did... Oh DELICIOUS.

I'm glad we got an explicit 'no one person can turn you gay, it's just who you are and always have been'. A+ show, A+.

Poor Atom, but I think he got enough comeuppance. Well done Nick, really.

Sand is cute with the kids but I have to just say this kind of teasing/fabricated truths messed me up as a kid. Why can we just say what really happens rather than make up a lie to make kids do what they should do? Maybe I was too impressionable (or gullible) but I used to freak out at anything that could have been bad for me if someone told me it was 'dangerous'. Anyway, back to the show...

Top what are you doing there?! You've not been invi-

IS. THAT. THE. STRIPY. LININ. SHIRT?!

Hold on.... *wheezing* I can't... I... That's nine people now, NINE, who have worn this shirt. And how has no one tagged me about it yet?!

Wait no, I'm not over it yet. I can't believe that fucking shirt has shown up again. I can't deal with it.

Yes, Top, yes I do... Because it means Top and Mew have matching couple shirts...much like Kawi and Pisaeng. smh

Ok, back to the show proper. Mew, you know you have not given Top a chance. And he's right to walk away.

What is Boeing's agenda??

Ok, I see you black and white vests...with the heart of the bed frame between you...

Yes, Force. That's what I want to see. Love the vulnerability.

If I had a nickel and all that... Another couple talking about travelling the world together.

Oh I have totally seen this t-shirt before. But dammit I don't recall where. HIVE MIND ASSEMBLE!

(And now I'm questioning if I've seen Nick's shirt somewhere as well... I take back what I said earlier, I want to be less observant).

Look, I've moved in with partners two times in my life with the main reason being 'it'll be cheaper/I'll save on the rent' and I can categorically say that I don't think its a good idea. MEW, DON'T. Move in because you want to, not because it's cheaper.

What in the Mew/Top/Boeing storyline is happening with the Ray/Sand/Boeing plot?! More parallels. Boeing is like the little leprechaun who wheedles his way into other people's relationships, casting a magic spell on one to stir shit up for the other.

Why is Ray doing this? Why is he so jealous? And did he just drink alcohol even though he's in rehab? Oh! Is he finally going to get the threesome he's been asking for?! 😂

Well...going by the preview for ep 12, I don't think so. But his jealousy escalated worryingly quick 🤔

Even though not as brilliant as last week, this show is still fantastic. However, I just can't get over how the Thai Communal Wardrobe is upstaging everything for me 😂

[jabbage]

My new dream is becoming the Victorian middle class now.

(Without the work and only the clothes and certain ways of speaking to eachother)

Do you have any tips on how I can adapt to this in a good way without interfering with my usual day to day routine? If not, then welp- do I always wear vests or is it specific occasions only?

(i hope this makes sense)

Ok full disclosure I wrote a really long answer to this and Tumblr ate it, and idk if I have the energy to write it again

I think my biggest advice would be not to worry about fitting a certain aesthetic, or following any rules - wear what you would like to wear! Speak how you would like to speak!

I think it's hard enough to figure out how to dress for any particular occasion, without trying to factor how a certain demographic of people might have done so 130+ years ago.

But if you want to add a little late Victorian flavour into your wardrobe, I guess here are some ideas?

Coats and jackets - peacoats, frock coats, capulet coats, ulster coats...

A lot of styles of woollen coat that were popular at the turn of the 20th century still work today, and are fairly unisex.

I always smile at how modern Inspector Lestrade looks in his stylish peacoat:

But I think any woolen coat in a vintage style can have the right vibes.

As for waistcoats/vests, sure go for it if you'd like!

2. Accessories

I think hats and gloves can be a lot of fun! I actually started wearing hats all the time for ADHD reasons, because I kept leaving them everywhere. I realised either I had to stop wearing hats, or I had to decide to wear them all the time. So now I tend to always wear one when out of doors.

Everyone who knows me knows I love straw boaters, which were wore by men and women.

I posted a picture a while ago of me wearing a Tam o'Shanter, which I associate more with the Edwardians than the Victorians, but hey who cares if it's cute.

Funnily enough I feel like a lot of middle class hats are the ones that would seem far too formal to wear casually these days - top hats and bowlers etc.

But hats that people would have worn in the countryside or the more working-class hats are still popular.

Like the old button top hat, or flat caps... *sigh* deerstalkers.

Patterns.

I guess another approach would be to focus on patterns that were popular at that time, rather than the clothing styles themselves?

Black and white photos can cause us to forget that the later Victorians loved maximalism. They liked paisley patterns and eye-boggling colour.

(Like oh my gosh this coat)

I keep seeing clothes with William Morris patterns on and going YESSSSSSSSSS

So yeah, I hope that's the kind of thing you wanted!

I'm going to post this now and hope Tumblr doesn't eat it again.

[kay-wren]

I'll Come Running - R.C. - Chapter 72

Rafe looked in the mirror of the master bathroom as he adjusted his black tie against his white collared shirt, making sure it was just as tight and perfectly ironed as his father taught him. The time had finally come for this damn New Year's Eve party that the shareholders— and Jessie— insisted on having. What started out as a small intimate party that would be held in their new upper west side home was now a large event that had to be held in the grand Central Park hall on the first floor of the building. That was mostly thanks to Jessie inviting her overly extended family from the Manhattan Mayhem. That was a whole new argument that carried on the day after Christmas and lasted up until this very moment. Rafe clearly wasn't happy about the arrangement, mainly for fear of mixing too much business with pleasure, but Jessie insisted it would be a good way to mix her world and his.

"Charley!" Rafe heard the thundering voice of his wife through the bedroom as she walked into the bathroom to find her earrings she had left by the sink. There she stood, putting in her gold earrings. She was wearing a white, form fitted, strapless dress with matching silk gloves. Rafe couldn't deny that she looked stunning, but he peeled his eyes away from the girl in the mirror to focus back on himself. Like she had done most of the week, she dismissed him as she fixed her jewelry and put on his favorite perfume. God, she still was playing that game oh so well. She still knew how to break him down. Despite the two still not seeing eye to eye all week, they still didn't need words to say exactly what they were thinking... good or bad.

Suddenly he heard his favorite footsteps running down the hall and into their bedroom, stopping at the bathroom door to look up at her mother, waiting for further instruction.

"Come here, baby, I've gotta fix your hair." Jessie answered as she grabbed the toddler to set her up on the sink, getting the last few curls perfect. In the meantime, Rafe went to go grab his suit jacket, but not before giving a subtle but important reminder to his girls.

"We've gotta be downstairs in five minutes." He simply said as he walked out of the bathroom, not bothering to give his wife more than a glance. He heard Jessie mumble in simple understanding as he walked to his office. Before he could get there he ran smack into a blonde boy who clearly wasn't paying attention as he came out of Charley's room.

"Woah! Dude, sorry." JJ exclaimed with a small chuckle as he bounced off the slightly taller figure, adjusting the cuffs of his white button up and the hem of his black vest. To his behest, he was dressed to the nines as well. All the Pogues were. If they wanted to be apart of a black tie event, they had to be in dress code, and that was nonnegotiable.

"Watch it." Rafe seethed as he shuffled right past his brother in law.

"Easy dude." JJ snapped back, grabbing a firm hold of Rafe's arm to turn him around to face his serious expression. "I was looking for Charley because I heard Jess call for her... do you know where she is?"

"She's in the bathroom with Jessie."

"Ok good..." JJ replied, now having let go of the man in front of him. Rafe took his first trudge forward but was stopped again by the blonde's words. "Rafe... just because Jessie's on edge about this party doesn't mean you have to be. You guys have been walking on eggshells all week... give it up dude..."

Rafe simply rolled his eyes and exhaled, blowing off the suggestion and walking away. But of course, Maybanks always got the last word.

"Rafe..." JJ said once again, causing his brother in law to look back with a locked jaw out of annoyance. "Partying... it's what you and Jess do best..." He finished with a shrug of his shoulders and a sentiment behind his voice that showed he was hoping Rafe would lighten up and let loose. Rafe could tell JJ wanted to see the couple genuinely have fun tonight. But Rafe couldn't help but feel like partying was what him Jessie used to do best. Nowadays, they were anything but carefree. Nowadays there were far more secrets, endless responsibilities... and one special little girl to consider. Still, Rafe blew him off once again and marched to his office.

The wooden door opened with a squeak as he walked in and found his suit jacket lying comfortably on the back of his chair. He quickly put she rest of his ensemble on and reached for his desk drawer. As he opened the drawer he studied the contents of it intentionally... his keys... his wallet... ah, there it was. Rafe reached down to grab the black velvet box that he had stowed away so perfectly until the time was right.

* * *

The truth was, when Rafe had sold Tanneyhill, before he had the house all packed up, he looked through his mother's old stuff once more. He knew exactly where Ward used to keep her belongings. Even though Ward of course loved Rose, he still felt it was only right to hold onto some things that belonged to his first wife. After all, she was the mother of his children. As Rafe rummaged through all of his mom's things he found exactly what he was looking for... her wedding ring. He opened the modest box to find a pristine gold band with a single, perfectly placed, four prong square diamond right in the middle. As he looked at the ring that he hadn't observed in years, he was reminded how much of a simpleton his mom was, much like his wife. Classic, timeless, and of course not a scratch or smudge on the thing.

* * * The day that Jessie walked back into Rafe's life he couldn't get the thought out of his head. Frankly, even before the Bahamas he had always dreamed of one day giving her the ring she deserved. She still had no idea where the first ring came from, but this time he had every intention of telling her from where this one originated. He just knew the timing had to be right... no, it had to be perfect. Despite the disagreements between the two of them, Rafe was confident tonight would be a perfect night for Jessie to receive the gift that he had been so anxious to give her for years. He had high hopes that this would be yet another step in the right direction. He stuck the box securely in his pocket.

As he was about to shut the desk drawer, he couldn't ignore the coke sitting there... calling to him, like it had been for months now. But Rafe was proud of himself, he hadn't used all day. He had hoped to be completely sober minded for the first time in a long time as he looked into Jessie's eyes to give her that ring. He also hoped to be that way considering all the guests he would have to impress. Being strung out, no matter how good he was at hiding, wasn't exactly the ideal state for him to be in at such a high stakes event. He wanted to be alert and ready for whatever was to come, and with known gang members mixing with ruthless business men, who knows what could occur, right?

Still, as the stress of the impending night weighed down on him more with each breath, he couldn't stop staring at the little white bag of cocaine. He narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips, and clinched his fist so tight he could feel his fingernails digging into his palms. He currently had one foot in each camp at the moment, trying to determine if he could make it through this night without at least a little hit.

Rafe grew only more frustrated with himself as he waged the war inside of him. He set his hands on the desk and hung his head and closed his eyes, looking for some relief, but he wouldn't find it considering the tension in his back was impossible to release. He popped up in an instant and smacked himself on the cheek, trying to get himself back in the mental game. He needed to stay focused.

"Come on!" He whispered to only himself as he paced behind his desk. He put his hands on his hips and exhaled as he looked one last time at the coke in front of him. Without one more thought, he snatched the coke in his hand and shoved it straight into the other pocket of his pants and walked out the door. He almost did the motions quick enough to convince himself he never did it at all, but of course, he wasn't that good at fooling himself. He grabbed his keys and his wallet as well, stuffing them into the same pocket.

Rafe slammed the desk drawer shut out of anger and determination, allowing the contents to rattle around aimlessly, still telling himself that he wouldn't use the drugs, but he'd keep them close by just in case. He cleared his throat and wiped his face as he marched out of his office, somehow even more pissed than when he walked in.

He walked down the hallway to see his wife and daughter in beautiful white dresses. He also noticed all the Pogues were dressed handsomely and ready to go. As he laid eyes on them he attempted to calm himself down and keep his composure.

"We ready to go?" Rafe asked as he close his hands together with a half smile. Everyone turned to face him with smiles of their own, each pairing off with one another. Much like during the gingerbread contest, Pope held Charley on his hip and considered her his plus one for the night, seeing as he was the only one without a date. Jessie was secretly hoping to get him a girl tonight.

"Yep!" Jessie replied with enthusiasm. Rafe simply extended his arm, allowing Jessie to wrap hers comfortably through it and walk in step out the front door and down to the grand hall.

- - -

Hours had passed and the party was finally starting to get just a little bit looser, however, not too much, considering this was still very much a game of appearances. Rafe made it very clear this wasn't supposed to turn into the midsummers after party.

However, that didn't stop Sarah Cameron from having a good time.

Jessie walked up to the open bar, where she found the teenager utterly drunk and laying her head down on the high top. She pushed her brows together in concern as she touched her sister in laws back to try and alert her that she was there.

"Sarah? Are you okay?" Jessie asked with concern laced in her voice. Sarah snapped her head up in shock, but quickly head her forehead and tried to regain her focus. Jessie could tell the room was spinning for her. She gripped her shoulders and looked a little closer at her.

"Huh? What, y-yeah, I'm fine." Sarah mumbled as she tried to lay her head back down on the bar in front of her.

"Sarah!" Jessie snapped, just barely over a whisper so as not to alarm anyone. "Where's John B?"

"I think he went to go get me some more wine."

"Sarah..." Jessie said with raised brows with clear worry across her face at how shit faced this girl was. Sarah opened her eyes just a little bit more, waiting for Jessie's next words. "You are at the bar."

Sarah looked around and suddenly was amazed.

"Huh... I guess I am... well then I don't know where John B is." Sarah replied with a slight giggle. But Jessie found the situation anything but funny.

"Sarah! You've gotta sober up! Rafe is going to kill you if you embarrass him or ruin this for anyone!" Jessie demanded, but by the time she finished her sentence Sarah was already out like a light on the table once again. "I'm going to get you some water... don't move." Jessie scoffed, knowing Sarah wouldn't dare to go anywhere. If she did she'd end up on the floor in seconds. She looked frantically around the party, trying to steer clear of her husband and stay on her mission to find some water and maybe even some carbs to get the girl grounded. Unfortunately, she was pulled out of her thoughts by stumbling into a man in front of her.

"Oh!" Jessie cried, trying to stop herself from stumbling back. Luckily, Rafe wrapped his hands around her arms to stop her.

"Woah, there, babe. Watch where you're going." Rafe joked as he held his wife steady with a beaming smile.

"Sorry." She laughed awkwardly. She really wanted to stay on task, but she knew now she couldn't.

"I feel like I haven't seen you all night..." Rafe whispered kindly as he stepped closer to brush some hair out of her face. He brought her chin up for her gaze to meet his. He had a genuine love behind them that she hadn't seen in months. He seemed... more clear headed... than usual. Jessie didn't know what to say, for she was too wrapped up in her husband's beautiful blue eyes. They seemed especially piercing tonight, and this time, not out of an anger or passiveness that was fueled behind them. "Wanna dance?" He asked with a hope in his voice. Jessie hated to cut the moment short, but all she could think about was how Rafe was sure to blow a fuse if he saw his sister splashed out at the bar.

"Uh... w-where's Charley?" Jessie asked, trying to look for any reason to go do something else.

"She's with Pope... remember?" Rafe responded, suddenly with a little confusion as he looked deeper into his wife's eyes.

"Oh, yeah." She replied with a nod of her head and looking down at the floor, feeling like she had been caught. Rafe decided to brush it off.

"So may I have this dance?" Rafe said in a feigned British accent as he cleared his throat and "fixed" his tie. The exaggerated action made Jessie laughed, and she admired the man who now had his hand extended in invitation. She took it with gratitude.

"Of course you may." She replied.

[bteezxyewriter12]

Just The Way You Are/ 8

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 3.5k

Includes- Angst

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Seonghwa POV

"Are you sure this is ok?", I ask Hongjoong, pulling on the vest

He looks over at me, "Yeah Hwa, you look really good. The rock vibe suits you"

Yeah but I feel uncomfortable

This is not my choice of clothing but I decided to try something different for his show

For her

I had Hongjoong buy me some rock clothes and boots that she would like

This is the kind of guy she goes for and I can be that for her

I also slicked my hair back how she likes

I already had the undercut, it's my normal hair cut so it was easy to do my hair

I managed to shove the daily contacts I bought yesterday in my eyes and at least they're working, although I have to blink so much as I'm so not used to them

I even let Hongjoong put eyeshadow on me

Now I asked Hongjoong to pick some of his accessories that I could wear

"Here", he says handing me a chain necklace and a spiked collar

That collar looks fucking dangerous

I'm given bracelets, fingerless gloves and a pink studded belt

"Pink belt?", I ask

"Goes with the red"

"Oh, alright", I say, heading back to my room to put this stuff on

"You don't have to do this you know"

I stop at his doorway, turning back to him, "What?"

"You don't have to dress like this to impress her", he says, "She already likes you the way you are"

I know she likes me enough to sleep with me

I want her to want to be with me

And if I have to change the way I dress to get her, I will

"Her type of guy is like you. Not me. I'm showing her I can be the kind of guy she wants", I answer

Hongjoong shakes his head, "You already got her and you don't even know it"

I start shaking my head but he just continues

"You do Seonghwa. I've never seen her spend so much time with one guy she's not officially dating. She's with you all the time. And not just to have sex. To watch TV with you. To read classic books with you. To spend time with you. Sleeping over in your bed with you. She's never done that before. She likes her space, she can find endless things to do alone and be perfectly fine. She didn't even spend as much time with me as she does with you and we were dating"

That maybe so but it's been months and I still don't know what we are or if she even has feelings for me

All the things he just said....friends could do that too

Definitely friends with benefits could do

"She smiles when she looks at you. When you're sitting with her on the couch, writing out your notes for your class, she's just looking at you, smiling. You make her happy"

"Not enough to date. I know she thinks I'm a huge dork. A loser. And if changing my style will help me get her, I'll do it"

I'll change whatever I have to for her

He shakes his head, "Maybe at first but not anymore. Trust me she likes you the way you are. Like I said, you already have her, just open your dumb mouth and tell her how you feel"

So much easier said than done

Especially for him

He has so much confidence that even if he did get rejected he wouldn't let it bother him

I'm not like that

Around a girl I like, I'm nervous, stuttering, shy

And I more than like her

I love her

And getting rejected from her would be devastating

He doesn't understand that

"Thanks for these", I tell him, heading back to my room

"Hwa", he starts

"I'll see you at the bar!", I yell, closing my door

I know he's trying to help but his opinions are just that

Opinions

Not fact

One by one, I put the accessories he gave me on

I'm extremely careful with the spiked collar, not wanting to hurt myself on it

It's not as sharp as I thought but still I don't want a puncture wound

Leaving my room, I walk to the hallway closet, open the door and, looking at myself in the full length mirror hanging on the door

I look completely different

Not like myself at all

I'm not too happy with the vest exposing my arms like this

The pants are weird, with cloth attachments to them and my feet feel so huge in theses boots

I admit I look good in the outfit but it's not me

And I would never wear this for anyone else

But for her, I'll do anything

Back in my room, I put my wallet in the back pocket as well as my keys

These pants are kinda tight and I can't fit much in the pockets

My phone barely fits in the front pocket

I force my glasses case with my glasses in other back pocket

I'm definitely taking them as I'm not sure I can handle these contacts all night

I hope this works because I don't know how much longer I can pretend not to love her

Leaving the apartment, I head to my car, hoping she likes the outfit

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J POV

I walk into the bar, pulling down on the dress I'm wearing

I fucking hate dresses

But Seonghwa likes them on his girls and I want to be his

I can't believe that I actually fell in love with him

He's just everything I could ever want and more

And I have no idea how he feels about me

I know he thinks I'm hot enough to sleep with and we are friends

But I don't think he feels like that for me

He probably thinks I'm an easy slut

I mean I did give him that impression from constantly sleeping with him

And our conversation the other day about our types of significant others confirms that he goes for the preppy girls

So I bought a dress- white lace on the bodice and yellow skirt, white flat shoes and a yellow headband so I could dress how he likes

Be the kind of girl he likes

Maybe this will make him see me as more than just a slut to bang

I hope so

I'll change anything for him

Scanning the bar, I'm looking for Hongjoong or his girlfriend, Hyeon

I've been to this bar before for Hongjoong's shows

It's a popular metal bar

There's a stage for bands to play, a floor in front of the stage for people to rock out to the music, tables and couches around the rest of the room and a sort of balcony for the second floor

The actual bar is in the back and there's pool tables near it

I used to be here all the time when I dated Hongjoong

For shows and for his band practices

"Jo, hi!"

Looking to my right, Hyeon is smiling at me

"Hi Hyeon", I greet, giving her a brief hug, "Where's Joongie?"

"Backstage. You just made it"

I know

I was running late and the Uber took forever to get here

"C'mon, we're near the front. Hwa is already here"

I swallow hard and nod, following her

We weave through the crowd to get to the front

It's a great turn out tonight

Hongjoong and his band are very popular and they're music is actually really good

We get to the front where Seonghwa is waiting

The second I see him, I gape

At his outfit

At how incredibly hot he is

Holy shit

The sleeveless vest showing his muscular arms

The black pants and the boots

His hair and the fucking collar

God the rock scene suits him so well

But while he looks so sexy and all, this isn't my Seonghwa

My Seonghwa wears button down shirts, ties, slacks

Tshirts and sweatpants when he's comfortable at home

And his glasses

He's missing his glasses

My Seonghwa is a dork, he's sexy in his own way

His eyes find me, gaping at me, "Wow"

Wow is right

For him, not me

"Hi", I say shyly

"Hi", he says

We're both staring at each other like idiots but I can't tear my eyes from him

I don't know why he's dressed so differently

He's come to Hongjoong's shows before and every time he wears his normal clothes like slacks and a button down shirt

I wonder what's the occasion

"You look...", he trails off

"You too", I say, hoping he likes the dress

I hate it but if he likes it, then it's worth it

Right then the lights dim and Hongjoong and his band come out on stage

I force my gaze away from Seonghwa, looking to the stage

Hongjoong is standing in the front, surrounded by his band members

Hongjoong's the lead singer and screamer

Jongho is to his right and he's another vocalist, his voice so high and powerful

Mingi is on his left and he's the rapper of the group, his verses seamlessly mixing into the songs

San is the lead guitarist, Yunho rhythm guitar, Wooyoung the bassist and Yeosang on drums

San starts playing the guitar and it's heavy and loud right away

As his close friend, I know all of Hongjoong's bands songs and he lets me hear their new ones early

This is a new one

Jongho starts singing as the song gets underway

The song is good but I can't concentrate

Not with Seonghwa next to me

I'm so tense

I realize I haven't been out with him in public

We're always at one of our apartments, hanging out there

We spend a lot of time in bed and I don't know how to act with him right now in front of people

Hongjoong's scream makes me jump, taking me out of my thoughts

I glance at Seonghwa, his eyes watching Hongjoong and the band

His face isn't giving away anything but I know this isn't his idea of a good time

As if he knows I'm looking at him, he glances at me

Seeing me already looking at him, he smiles

I smile back, my face on fire as I yell at myself for getting caught staring at him

Forcing my gaze back to the stage, I try to concentrate on my friend

A new song starts, this time Mingi starting it with a rap

Hyeon is rocking out, jumping and yelling Hongjoong's name

I wish I could get into the music like she is

Normally I do

But there's a glaring reason why I'm standing still that only I know why

I need to chill out

I'm here for Hongjoong and I should be paying attention to him

I keep my hands in front of me, clutching my bag tightly

Glancing around the crowd, I notice a girl a few people down from me eyeing Seonghwa, looking him up and down, like she's ready to pounce

I want to take his hand or hug him, show her somehow that he's mine

But he's not, so I keep my hands to myself

He's not even paying attention to her right now, his eyes on the stage but I know he'll eventually see her

And I don't know what will happen

If he'll go for her or not

I don't even know if he sleeps with other girls besides me

I have no idea how he acts around other girls

If he flirts

If he smiles at them

I'm jealous and I fucking hate it

I'm not a jealous person at all

I didn't care about the groupies Hongjoong's band had and I was actually dating him

But I'm jealous over someone I'm not dating?

I know why it's different though

I didn't love Hongjoong

I love Seonghwa

As I stand there freaking out, I suddenly feel an arm around me

I know it's Seonghwa

I know how his arms feel as I spend a ridiculous amount of time with them around me

I look up at him and he smiles, softly pulling me in front of him

I go willingly, leaning against his chest, his arms around my waist

I feel him kiss the top of my head and I relax against him, moving my hand over one of his and lacing our fingers

He holds on tightly and I finally feel like I can breathe

Hopefully that girl is watching and knows he's with me

I turn my attention to the band and now I feel like I can get into the concert

They play song after song, my head softly headbanging to the beat as I sing along and cheer with the rest of the crowd when each song ends

Now that I'm at ease I'm having a blast

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"I'm going to the bathroom", I tell Seonghwa

He nods, moving his arm from around my waist

I stand from the couch and make my way to the back of the bar

After Hongjoong's band played, me, Seonghwa and Hyeon went to go grab couches so we could hang out

Hongjoong and his band mates came out and all of us have been drinking and having a good time

Well I haven't drank anything yet and neither has Seonghwa

He's been by my side the whole night, sitting next to me and discreetly holding my hand or keeping his arm around me

I don't think he knows how to act with us in public either and he's taking the safer route

I don't mind and I make sure he knows what he's doing is ok with me by smiling at him or nodding

Of course there's a line for the girls bathroom

I sigh, waiting

Why is there always a line?

It's so annoying

Why can't girls just go, pee and leave instead of hanging around with their friends?

It takes ten minutes for me to get into a stall and I'm finished in less than one

Ridiculous

I wash my hands then finally leave the bathroom and head back to everyone

As I get closer, I lift my head and stop in my tracks when I catch sight of Seonghwa

Of the same girl that was eyeing him during the concert, practically in his lap, throwing herself at him

As she talks to him, she touches him, her arm around him, her other hand running along his bicep

And he just sits there, like nothing is happening

Like he wasn't just holding me

The pain that hits my chest is agonizing

'Well what the fuck did you think Joanne?", I ask myself, 'That he'd want you?"

Of course not

I'm not his type

He ate me out as a favor to me and Hongjoong and it just went into free sex for him

I'm good enough to fuck, but not good enough to be with

I didn't know seeing him with someone else would hurt so much

But I have no claim to him

He can do whatever he wants

I can't take my eyes off him, tears welling in my eyes as the girl laughs, her fingers running in the back of his hair

I know he likes that

He loves having his hair touched in anyway and I've always done it for him

Now someone else is

God I need to get a grip

"You ok Jo?", Hyeon asks, scaring the fuck out of me

I didn't know she was standing next to me

"Fine", I answers hoarsely

She looks at me then at Seonghwa then back at me and I hope she doesn't say anything

"You love him", Hyeon says

"What?", I ask, playing it off like I didn't hear her, wiping my eyes

Of course she's gonna say something because I have no fucking luck at all

"Seonghwa. You love him"

I snort, "Hyeon, come on-"

"Jo please ok? I can tell. You look like your whole world just fell apart the second you saw that girl with him. I saw it", she says, "And Joong knows. He talks about how much time you spent with Hwa and how happy you seem to be with him"

Oh god even Hongjoong noticed my feelings for Seonghwa

Have I been that obvious?

And how ironic is it that Seonghwa is the only one who doesn't see it?

"And so what if I do love him?", I snap, gesturing to him, "Clearly he doesn't feel like that for me"

"You don't know that. You just need to talk to him"

No

That's the last thing I need to do

I can't hear him reject me

I need to cut it off with him and get over him

This whole thing with him was never supposed to go this far

"No thanks. I'm just gonna go home. Tell Joong I'll see him soon"

"Jo-"

"Please Hyeon. I can't ok?", I ask

I really don't want to talk about it now

Or ever

"Ok", she sighs

I nod, then head to the couch to get my bag

"And my roommate is at her boyfriend's for tonight so we'll be alone", she's saying to Seonghwa

I swallow hard, pushing the tears back, looking for my bag

Which of course the girl is sitting on

Why?

I just wanted to make a quick escape

"Excuse me", I say to the girl

She gives me a dirty look, "What?"

Oh yeah I wanna punch her right in her mouth

"You're sitting on my bag"

"Oh"

She moves and I grab it from under her skanky ass

Seonghwa is watching me and I just give him a quick smile, then turn to leave

"Jo, uh, where are you going?", he calls

I close my eyes and breathe in before I plaster a smile to my face and turn back to him

"I'm gonna go. I'm really tired and sleepy. I'm just gonna drag the night down and be cranky so it's better if I go home"

He nods, completely ignoring the girl and standing up, "Let's go"

I raise my eyebrow, then look at the girl who's scowling at me

As much as I hate it, I'm not gonna stop him from getting some if she's willing to give it to him

"Oh no, you stay. You're busy, it's fine. I'll just Uber it"

He blinks in confusion, "I'm not busy. I'll take you home"

"Uh...", I say, my eyes darting to the girl then back to him

What's happening?

He comes closer to me, taking my hand, his thumb running across the back of my hand, "I'll bring you home"

"Seonghwa, you really don't have to"

"It's fine Jo. I don't mind", he says, tugging my hand, completely ignoring the girl as he leads me to the exit

"I'll text Joong and let him know we left", he says, pulling out his phone

I am so confused as to what's going on so I just keep quiet and let him lead me to his car

[slashingdisneypasta]

Did someone say free Disney villain gushing ticket? :D

- What do you think is under Maleficient's cowl? Like, do you think she has hair under there like the live action movie? Do you think she's bald? Do you think it's not a cowl at all and just a part of her head/horns? (I personally like the idea that it is a part of her head because... It just sounds like Mal to not have so many human features, including hair.)

(On that note; tooootally pure thought. Imagine Mal having a snake/reptilian-like tongue. This is purely for science, I swear.)

- I keep forgetting how much I love Alameda Slim! And just Home on the Range in general. But Slim is especially a fun villain! He kinda gives me 'Cowboy Ratigan' vibes with how extra he is and his musical prowess XD how do you think either of them would feel about this comparison?

- I think if you use specific things to burn, fire will change color. I'm not quite sure if I'm correct, but can you imagine Hades turning into different shades depending on what's around him? Also, also, if I'm correct, blue fire is actually hotter than red fire, which means when Hades is actually a higher temperature when completely calm! And somehow cools down when he's raging XD

- Silver and Scroop... Just... The alien husband's XD they're always on my mind. Nothing even specific, just them- wait WAIT! Imagine being in a throuple with them! You get to have your warm, affectionate, absolute lovely captain, and also your mean, dangerous (they're both equally dangerous, but Scroop is more aggressive about it), not so PDA but will still fight for you lover. The best of both worlds <3

- OK, you knew it was coming... Another Toon Patrol imagine XD imagine that you get to know them because they kept kidnapping you (not like a dark scenario, if that makes sense? Literally just them wanting to hang out, but they- especially Smartass probably- have no clue how to approach you normally, and they're all their own flavors of extra since they're villain toons, so they just 'pick you up' when they just want to play monopoly with you or something). And at this point, you just get used to it... But also tired of it. You're just like "Smarty, I get it, you guys are socially awkward, but I've used your shower and have eaten your food; I think we're past the burlap sack part of our relationship." Idk, this wouldn't leave my head and it made me chuckle so here XD

- Imagine all the side kicks start a support group in the Disney Villain House. Iago has anointed himself as the head of the group, next to Sir Hiss. Pain and Panic and Lefou are the ones who need the most help. Fidget is finally making some friends. Kaa and the hyenas are here for the food. And occasionally the weasels make an appearance since they are supposed to be Doom's henchmen. That's all I can think of at the moment XD

- OK we need Wheezy fluff/comedy, so here; imagine trying to help him with his clothes? Like, my guy here is wearing that ratty vest and that nicotine stained dress shirt everyday. He pulls it off, but for his own sake (and ours because *ahem* those Bill Moseley gifs), we gotta figure something out. It may not nearly be Goob level since he at least has some self-respect, but still. Maybe you two go clothing shopping, or you try to figure whatever concoction of detergent, bleach, and pure willpower and elbow grease will make his shirts white again. Or at least get the smell out. Your thoughts?

Ok this was more of a imagining then a gushing, but I hope you like these XD

OKAY OKAY OKAY you should know that when this came through I was making my bed- and Lotso got thrown in my effort to finish it so I could read this XD sorry lotso

Maleficent: I do think that's part of her head!! :D I agree, hair makes her a bit too human. If it was a cowl- I think she'd shave her head. She doesn't want to be seen as a beautiful fair Tinkerbell-type. Men cannot be trusted to not try and hunt her down in the woods for a glimpse, and thats just more trouble then its worth. Besides, being fair is kind of Hilda's thing XD And Gastons.

Imagine seeing her bald head for the first time; horns brown and rough, under the slick black cowl and telling her she's amazing, gently guiding her down into a kiss <3 She's very proud you're the way you are, and she found you.

She's not shy about thrusting her slimy, forked tongue carefully into your mouth and forcing you to moan for it.

(Um?? Yes to her having a reptilian tongue!! Oh my goodness! It's very in character XDD Haha)

Alameda Slim and Professor Ratigan: Ahhh, I can see that!! XDD Very eccentric, and sensitive XD I don't think either of them would be pleased at the comparison though! 😂😂😂 They're both just silent, giving eachother sideways glances, thinking... 'the rat?' / 'the fat guy?' .

'Cowboy Ratigan', though XDDD Thats so funny XDDD

Hades: Oh I have heard that too!!! I wish they would have used that in the movie, that would have just been so cool! Hades' bodily lore just gets more and more interesting XD

And- right??? I'm sure that's just a design decision (Blue is a calm colour, red passionate) but I do think they coulda made the opposite look pretty cool (Imagine he turns electric blue when furious) but the blue suits him ^^ Red woulda been a tip off XDD Haha. And besides, blue fits with his smooth talking, used car salesman vibe.

Silver and Scroop: ALIEN THROUPLE Y E S XD You get a gentleman who stands up for your honour from behind you, a hand on your shoulder, only subtly threatening people lives when they insult you or make you uncomfortable, and then immediately works to cheer you up again- and also your mean, asshole boyfriend who will get in between you and any threat and just boldly threaten their lives... descriptively (Who you have to calm down afterwards XD). Best of both worlds, haha.

Imagine some asshole at a bar getting mad when you don't react nice to his flirting, and before you even know it Scroop is hissing obscenities in that gravelly voice that make your cheeks hot at the guy. You're shocked, though you don't know why you are (Scroop is always like this), and you let Silver guide you carefully back from the two, guiding you to another seat. "We'll sit 'ere til he's done, lass. I'd step in, but... I think I'd like to keep this old hardware attached ta me." He winks. "Mr Scroop's got this under control. Lets getcha another drink, eh?"

Toon Patrol: Ahhhhh, yes perfect! XD Haha. Omg. Guys, you can- you can call them up and just invite them somewhere- *sigh*

I can totally see this XDDD

Imagine the bag gets ripped off of you and you're just deadpanned, looking at Wheezy who pulled it off of you. "... you must realise, that this has become ridiculous."

"I do... boss doesn't. And, 'sides... its amusing."

"Grrrrrrr- "

Sidekicks: I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH. I JUST LOVE IT XDDD Imagine Sir Hiss and Iago arguing over leadership and everyone else, even Smartass, is just like 'isn't this supposed to be for support??... we getta enough of this at home. XD like 'I have ssssssss-eniority, over you! Besides, more experience- ' 'well, I'm more popular than you bub so shut up and gimmie the gabble.'

Wheezy: I- I cant- I'm weak at the thought XDDD You get to choose his clothes?? Ahhhhhhh, that's absolutely a dream XD He'd be so relaxed, letting you hand him damn near anything and trying it on, staying still while you make adjustments, not making it uncomfortable at all, just looking hot, etc. Reminds me of this one scene in Gilmore Girls XD

Incorrect Quote:

Smartass, walking in on Y/N tightening Wheezy's belt: ... what in fucks name are the two of you doin'??

Y/N: Oh!- *Startled to see Smartass, hands flying away from their boyfriend* Its not what it looks like!

Wheezy: ... *Chill. Taking a drag from his cigerette*

Smartass: It looks like you're dressing 'im...

Y/N: Oh- well then. uh. It's exactly what it looks like! 😅😅😅😅😅😅😅

Smartass: well now i don't believe you-

Alternative excerpt though, with and Wheezy Y/N being an old married couple XD :

Wheezy: Stop tightening my belt, I don't wanna look like a kid goin to prom.

Y/N: You have a slim waist. You need the support!

Wheezy: *Rolling his eyes and groaning around his cig* Look if my pants fall down- just call it a bonus okay? Just let me go, woman.

Y/N: Wheezy, sweetheart, your flaccid penis is not the turn on you think it is.

Wheezy: God I could use a smoke right now.

Y/N: You're SMOKING ONE.

[thecurseisinourblood]

Grey

I took the stereotypical PA picks out boss’s tie trope to the extreme. Yes, I've come to hurt you because I love you. Ok, but for real this just popped into my head the other day. Imagine this is set not long before Frollo breaks and confesses to Esmeralda that he loves her even if he doesn't want to. This implies Frollo never bought a striped suit. A reminder that Gregory is the man pursuing Esme at the theatre for a few months. He's successful, appropriately older than Esmeralda with dark hair and has a very amiable demeanor. 

Also-- Happy Holidays everyone! ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

Gregory was suave, confident, with a gentle smile, and looked good in an array of palettes….

Mirrors at every turn, Lucy watched from an elegant sofa not far off from a shallow platform, stood upon by a notably tall and slim client. The fit of this new suit was not as precise as expected, from what was obvious by both the tailor and the minister. Unfortunate, considering this was the final product, past the final fitting.

Lucy never saw her boss in a mere dress shirt and tie except for these fittings, and if it weren’t for the tailor offering to take in the vest, she wouldn’t have scrutinized the judge’s body. Always attractively lean, he very clearly took it upon himself to maintain muscle. According to the elder judges, Claude had never just been skinny. She presumed he was always conscious of looking too thin because if he didn’t, that’s what he would be. Scrawny, even.

Watching more acutely as the tailor began remeasuring, it began to dawn on her how much the tailor was saying he must take in. Lucy’s gaze lifted back to Frollo’s face. His brow severe, his expression cold and indifferent, but she detected him bristle, even if he did not look at her.

Oh.

Staring still, Lucy perceived his frustration, not toward the tailor, but himself. It was like she could read his thoughts. He never would have brought her here if he had noticed the weight change himself. Never in the mood to be ‘talked to’, it seemed it was imperative that she did not today. The minister was terribly on edge recently, and it would be significantly worse if she mothered him.

Perhaps her eye was not as acute as she had always given herself credit for. Always trying to figure out what he needed, since he could never seem to very well trouble himself to share, she thought he just needed extra space. That is what he wanted, wasn’t it? He always came around in time. Simply having her along at the tailor was a rarer luxury than it once was. For whatever reason, her boss was even more distant than before. This entire year had been different and winter was fast approaching.

Whatever company he thought he wanted when he told her to come along seemed to turn into a decision of regret. She could almost see it, Claude chastising himself for not coming alone. ‘Just like he knew he should have.’

Disengaging, Lucy decided that it was best to remove herself. Pretending not to notice Claude’s black mood, she told them she wanted to browse the dresses since it would be longer than expected. Her eyes lingered just long enough to see him ease.

Exiting through a doorway lined with curtains, a gentleman from the shop approached her with a binder. Showing off the new styles that could be altered, he gave examples of the different fabrics they could be made with. Covering the modestly sized shop, Lucy noticed how much time had passed. Even for an alteration, the minister seemed to be taking longer than expected. Frollo was ‘one of’ this tailor’s finest patrons, but in the heart of hearts, Lucy could tell the older tailor held a fondness for ‘the boy.’

Once Claude set his eyes on the best option, there wasn’t another. He’d been coming to the same man for twenty years now.

Lucy reappeared in the private fitting room to see the judge alone. To her surprise, he was wearing a different vest, a dark, slate, neutral grey, that fit much better than the last. He was debating between two ties. One, a dark amethyst, the other, cerulean. She knew the minister had many ties like the first one, but there were subtle textures flecked across the surface, in a nearly unnoticeable pattern with diagonal lines. Looking to his right hand, she saw a sample of black suit fabrics subtle stripes of dark grey.

This grey vest looked like this one was supposed to be the commissioned and fitted one. If he had commissioned this one too? That would mean… he expected not to maintain his weight. Her heart lept. Did there always have to be something he was hiding?

“I have not seen you labor over a tie like this in years,” not since he was ambitiously attending dinner after dinner to prove himself worthy of the title of minister. Delice flitted threw her mind, but Claude had never gone too out of his way to impress her. He didn't have to do anything but be himself. She tilted her head and watched his face continue to stare at the choices as intently as if they were a ruling. Fastidious was normal, but obsessive?

“Have you been…” more anxious than usual. Lucy trailed off when he looked at her, his eyes warning and filled with an austerity that struck her with a cold gloom. “You don’t even like stripes,” she said instead.

Frowning, the minister looked back down and dropped the sample.

“I like stripes,” he said with a small sneer.

Lucy did not even want to blink. It was hard to notice his weight when she looked at him for so many hours every day-- for years. She missed the change, but she was determined not to let something else slip past. Whatever this was--

“You have not worn stripes once in your life,” Lucy pointed out.

Claude’s lips became this hard and grim line before turning back to a binder filled with lighter colors, any of which would look good with his grey ensemble. Her eyes scanned the selection, waiting for him to speak up.

“All of these would look terrible on me,” he gestured. Even his flourish was rigid as if his muscles were coiled. “And I don’t need something else aging me.”

Lucy’s eyes flew back up to his. It was the first time she ever heard him express an opinion, nonetheless distaste for his looks. Never had he been thrilled, but not once had she heard him complain about his premature aging. It suited him. He was so gloriously handsome, that even he managed to make her loins ache from time to time. Claude had always been vain, but this?

His accomplishments spoke for themselves. Lucy knew he could have looked like a balding frog and still been successful. Frollo knew that, too. The way he behaved when courting Delice was enough to tell her that he knew his worth, and although she saw his doubts, he never expressed them like this.

“The cerulean would look impeccable on you, sir.”

Peeling off the ocean tie from the counter, she threw it around his neck. She liked tying his ties. It was one intimate thing she allowed herself, despite his reluctance. After all of these years, his body still went rigid. She didn’t believe in crossing boundaries, but she believed he needed some form of physical affection. Despite being uncomfortable, he never protested. Mistaken for his wife all throughout his career, that was often how Lucy behaved. Except, he paid her. She was still an expert, even if they were family. It wouldn’t have mattered if he cared for her if she hadn’t proven herself to be a consummate professional, he would have fired her long ago.

Fixing the tie beneath his neck, she was aware of how he was watching her face, like a hawk.

Taking a small step back, she looked at him. The tie complimented his grey-blue eyes and she felt her heart skip a beat as she smiled. He didn’t look older, but he did look different. Whether that difference was good or bad was up to the minister.

He looked in the mirror, and while she was smiling, waiting for him to see himself through her eyes, his brows furrowed.

“I don’t look friendlier… I just look older... silly.” the disgust in his voice, it was like shrapnel in her chest. Her face fell in concern, a concern she knew he didn’t welcome.

But why after so many years was he looking at all of these new things? Why did he want to look… nicer? Lucy quickly recovered and squeezed his arm.

“Usually, if you want to look friendlier, you just relax your face and smile a little. It’s all about how you carry yourself.”

Claude’s frown deepened and his eyes pierced hers with an intensity that sent another chill through her. She desperately wished she understood what he was translating her words to. Why was he so upset?

“I suppose, people would rather have a shit-eating grin and pretend to enjoy each other’s company instead.”

The minister’s fingers darted between the knots of the tie, loosening the offending item quickly. Lucy continued her careful gaze, intrigued and wary of this restless behavior.

“Instead of what?” She dared to ask. “Instead of… how you act?”

There was no need for a response. The judge often displayed how adept he was with his silver tongue. Sharp and clever, he navigated social discourse like it was child’s play. Especially when it came to the prime minister, but she knew how he loathed doing it. Frollo thought everyone was a liar because that is what he was when he smiled and joked. If they weren’t lying, he didn’t understand it, because he didn’t feel the same way.

So… why did he feel the need to lie and manipulate someone’s perception of him? Who did he desperately want to lie to? Himself?

Watching in silence as Claude picked up another tie, not the purple one, but the one he had made with the vest, she saw how his eyes narrowed with scrutiny. Lucy could not deny that she preferred his usual palette. He looked regal, mature, and sharp, but he seemed even unhappier.

“Grey is just as boring and plain as people say,” he murmured, but she sensed the defeat in his voice. He wore so many dark colors, but most of them had a muted and ashy tone to them. Grey was one of the minister’s favorite colors. "And imposing.”

Lucy didn’t take her eyes off him and realized he must be looking at himself through someone else’s eyes. But whose? The public’s? If anything Claude spent his entire career orchestrating this untouchable persona. While he was outwardly proud of his titles and his status as the Marble judge, she did see cracks every once in a while. They all believed him when he said he wasn’t lonely…. But after she told him to break it off with Delice, he had given up entirely. It seemed his ambition to find a mate finally went out like a snuffed candle.

And she couldn’t help but feel somewhat responsible for it. Perhaps Remy was right, that she should have let him make his mistakes.

“I think you look even better in this color,” Lucy piped up. “You aren’t trying to make a statement with gaudy colors. This says: you are the statement, and that’s always what I’ve thought about you,” she paused, “and you like this color, don’t you? That’s why you picked this to be tailored,” her fingers pinched the grey vest at the top of his shoulders.

Those intense eyes flicked to hers on high alert because of the comment. That was the only insight she needed not to press him further. If the past was a lesson, she would have to until he was out of this fight or flight mode to figure out what he was going through. Yes, he must have expected to drop his weight, but was optimistic enough to think he could fit in the other vest. Perhaps this disappointment was the real reason he was upset. Well, and the fact that this was drawn to her attention.

As Claude turned back to preening, she saw him return to the sample of black fabric. The one with the dark stripes. A moment of long silence passed and Lucy decided she could no longer keep quiet.

“Sir… are you thinking about… courting again?”

To her surprise, he didn’t immediately get upset.

“Why?” he scoffed. “I’m already married,” he parroted what was always said about them.

Such a common misconception, but one that struck her again with that piercing kind of sadness. Her blue eyes glossed over, affected by his clear refusal to try.

“Claude… you know what we have is different.”

Although merely looking at his profile, she could see how he darkened. The room seemed cooler. The light behind his eyes dampened as he visibly left the present moment. Her heart sped up. He was shaken. Recovering quickly, he blinked and came back to her, she watched his crow's feet tighten and his lips press together in a nearly undetectable wince.

Lucy acknowledged how unwise it would be to goad him into telling her what he was feeling, but her mind was buzzing and she felt like if she didn’t reach out, he would just be gone one day. Because that is exactly how it would happen. There would be little warning larger than this. He would just decide, and she would get a call.

“Aren’t you the one who believes that people should just be themselves?” Her eyes were still glossy. “If they expect you to wear the blue tie, then they don’t deserve you in the grey one.”

A bit frenzied, Lucy felt like she was beating a dead horse as he just stood there, refusing to look at her. Each moment was an eternity as she watched his heavy, furrowed brow. Claude swallowed.

“It’s not about the tie,” his voice was so tight that his volume was quiet. “The grey tie isn’t working.” It didn’t work with Jehan, it didn’t work with Aurore, and it wasn’t going to work with Esmeralda.

Oblivious to his thoughts, a few tears slipped down Lucy’s cheeks as she wrapped her hands around his arm and squeezed, wishing to express her deep love for him.

“But it is. You have me, Remy, Jean-Pierre… we all love you. I know someone else could.”

Letting him off the hook, she stepped away from him. It was important to her that he knew she wasn’t holding him to a response. She grabbed the sample square of striped fabric.

“Monsieur,” Lucy called out to the back office, just loud enough to grab the attention of the elderly tailor. “If you have an example of this fabric prepared, Minister Frollo would love to try it on.”

“Of course,” the man smiled. “He’s always modeled the stripes well, perhaps he’ll finally order one.

Lucy’s mouth parted in shock, snapping her head back to the minister. She could see the amusement in his grey eyes and the faintest, coy smile.

[ask-tweek-and-those-guys]

Hey can u do headcanons of the main four cause you said you'd be ok with that and you're really good at headcanons I think

100%!! here you go ^^ i added butters in because i love butters 😭

STAN

-Has acne scars

-Greasy hair

-Bleached hair (done poorly with Kyle's help)

-Gets faded with Ken and Leo

-Really quiet when high

-Pierced ear (uses a regular stud when not goth)

-Plays guitar but only does covers of midwest emo bands (so angsty)

-Takes a shot every morning before school to get him prepared for bullshit

-Shaves

-Grunge

-Skateboards

-Vans kid

KYLE

-Stressed

-So so stressed

-In a band with Stan, Ken, and Leo

-They write midwest emo songs

-Doesn't wear his hat anymore

-Keeps it tied back instead

-Academia style

-Can skateboard but prefers roller skating or bike riding

-Gifted kid burnout type beat

-Had one B+ and literally had a panic attack

-On the debate team

-Converse kid

-Favorite book is LOTR

-Autistic bc I said so

-Transmasc also bc I said so

-Gets high with the guys because of stress from school

-He gets really talkative when he's high

-He hates facial hair so every time it gets more than just stubbly, he shaves

-Which is like once a week

CARTMAN

-Prefers Eric

-Is on meds

-So he's a lot better than he was when he was a kid

-Like so much better

-He's also an academic

-He and Kyle get along better

-Kyle counts his pills

-They have a study group

-Also on the debate team

-He's still very outspoken, but he's toned it down a lot

-He's always got interesting questions

-I don't really have much to say about him

-Nike's kid

-Ditched his hat

-Sweater vests

-All he wears

-And khakis

-Loves the khak

KENNY

-Always high

-He prefers Ken now that they're older

-The only one allowed to call Leo 'Butters'

-They're dating

-He gets faded with Stan

-He's like insanely smart, he just doesn't turn in assignments

-Skateboards to school with Stan

-Constantly hangs out at the ice cream shop to see Leo

-Gets high with Leo to get his mind off his parents

-Works 3 part time jobs

-He uses the money to buy stuff for Leo and Karen

-They mean the most to him

-Also grunge but like hippie grunge yknow?

-He smokes cigarettes too

-He likes the smell and taste of nicotine

-Leo tells him that he tastes like cigarettes every time they kiss

-He and Kyle help Stan with his school work (and get high)

-They have a 'study group' every Saturday and get high in Stan's garage

-Ken is the type to get all deep and philosophical when he's high

-His hair is also like really long

-Greasy too

-He wears a mask instead of his hood

-His acne is so bad bc of it

-He's just a greasy rat man and I live for it

-Has lots of piercings (bridge, snake bites, tongue, septum and both sides of his nose, ears)

-Insane amount of stick and pokes (he did them with pen ink and a needle)

-Socks with sandals kid

-Also a Converse kid

-Like his parents scraped together enough money to buy him one (1) pair of Cons and now thats all he wears

BUTTERS

-Likes Leo way better than Butters

-Has a better haircut

-Calls Ken 'Ken doll'

-Pierced his ear once when he and Ken were faded bc he wanted to piss off his dad

-Gets faded with Kenny and Stan

-Takes away the stress of his parents

-B student

-Really likes coquette style

-His favorite thing ever is to be called pretty by Ken

-Hangs out with Ken as much as possible to avoid his parents

-Parents make him shave

-Ken taught him how to rig Life360 so that his parents would think he's with Cartman or Craig

-He buys things for Ken all the time

-Ken never knows how to react so he usually just picks some wild flowers and makes a bouquet

-Loves the flowers

-Has a collection of Sanrio plushies from Ken that's what he buys when he's got money

-Loves cigarettes, the taste, the smell, all of it

-He loves when he can taste it on Ken's lips

-Vans kid

[winterandwords]

(I couldn't resist)

"Ah, shit." My head's pounding and my eyelids feel like they're made of lead. Heavily bruised lead. It's still dark even with my eyes open and my knees are crunched up against my chest, my feet against a wall that's too close for comfort. It takes me a minute, but I get it. I know where I am. The fucking vent. Last thing I remember was the alarm going off, the person in the mask, and how sure I was I could take them down. Some introduction to the job this is turning out to be.

A stirring beside me. The scrape of boots against the wall. Someone untangling their limbs and muttering under their breath, "This is it. This is what I'm getting fucking fired for."

I pull a glove off with my teeth and check for bleeding from what definitely feels like a brutal head wound, but my fingers come away dry. Whoever did this could at least have had the decency to hurt me bad enough to get some sympathy.

"Who's there?" It's the other voice again, slightly louder this time.

I slide a hand along the wall until it hits something solid. Maybe a shoulder. Maybe a knee. I don't know what way up either of us is. "Jay. Only got stationed here a couple of hours ago. Don't even know anyone's name yet. It's my first day. You OK?"

"Not sure. I'm Charlie. Been here ten years and I guess this is my last day. I was already on my second warning and-- SHIT! My head's busting. I'm gonna puke if I move. Shift your hand down about two inches and get my torch."

I walk my fingers along the strap of a vest until I find a pocket with a small flashlight in it.

"Cover the beam before you turn it on," says Charlie. "I can't handle that hitting my eyes right now."

"Alright, hang on." I point the beam into my other hand and move it slowly, carefully, until I'm sure it's aimed at the wall. My ankle's bent at a weird angle and now that I'm looking at it, it's sore.

"I see it too. Don't try to move it yet," says Charlie. "Shift the beam a few inches to your left so I can check if I'm bleeding."

The edge of the light catches against dark hair, then a trickle of blood leading from the hairline to a sharp cheekbone. "Yeah. You're bleeding."

Charlie sighs, touching the wound and wincing. "I'll deal with it when we get out of here. We need to see if you can straighten your leg. Can you turn around and slide backwards to give yourself some space?"

I do it and fuck, it hurts like hell now. I don't want to look like a newbie, even though I am one, so I suck my breath through my teeth and force it out again in the shape of, "Fine. I'm fine."

The beam flashes against Charlie's face and it's enough of a distraction that I forget about my ankle for a moment. A nose that looks like it's been broken more than its fair share of times. A few scars. A wry smile and eyes that hold a kindness I didn't expect. "Hate to tell you, kid, but you're not fine. That doesn't look right. Gimme a minute til my vision levels out and we'll get out of here."

I put on my bravest face and hold out Charlie's torch. "Here, take this. I need both hands to lean on." With my hands free, I'm able to shuffle into a slightly more comfortable position.

Charlie flicks the beam of the torch across my face. "Sorry, just wanted to get a good look." There's a hint of something almost suggestive there, but I shake it out of my mind. Couldn't possibly be, right?

An electric shock of pain fires up my leg. "FUCK. This sucks."

"I don't know." And there's a warmth in the words. "Could be worse."

meet-cute between two guards who were both knocked out and stashed in a vent by a masked assassin