#when i show up with a dish people have never even heard of they trust me enough to try it open hearted because i'm just really good

[confinesofmy]

we met one of my northern cousins at the mounds and she was pulling out all the stops trying to tempt me into coming to visit her and i brought like a full picnic spread so she mentioned b-ham's got a great food culture and i had to explain my parosmia to her and i do think i got it across but it's literally so sad to me that if i do go visit her (which i probably will) i'm just gonna keep eating my ten little things that i eat. 🥲 like i could walk into a michelin star restaurant rn and have to immediately leave because it smells like corpse stench in there. i try not to think much of it or allow it much meaning in my life but i currently associate food with disgust to the degree that in a new city i would not even try the food. 😭 that's so miserable lol.

[prongsx]

Favors in exchange for kisses

warnings: kisses, English its not my first language, small mention of blood. f!reader

1,5 K words

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You don't know exactly how you got into this situation with Jason. But you're not complaining.

It started months ago, when your long-time friend Dick Grayson heard you complaining about not having a place to live and mentioned that he knew someone you could trust to share an apartment with, with his brother, Jason Todd.

You were hesitant to accept, after all, you didn't know Jason Todd, but this was Gotham, and finding someone you could trust to share an apartment with was almost impossible. And it would only be for a while.So you went to live with Dick Grayson's brother.

Jason was kind of quiet, mysterious, and his blue eyes left you a little confused and breathless. It took you a while to be able to have meaningful conversations with him, it was hard to learn more about him, but little by little you won a small space in his life.You discovered his favorite books, learned his schedule, understood how sometimes he didn't want to talk, other times he was more open, and you learned to appreciate those moments when you both talked, laughed and smiled softly.

Then came the biggest problem.

Jason was too helpful.

You simply didn't know how to deal with someone who did so many acts of service. When he found out that banana pancakes were your favorite, he woke up early and cooked them. When you complained about that wood that was making noise in the living room, he fixed it immediately. Even when carrying your bag down the street, he would magically appear and hold it. Your coffee was always with those three drops of milk, just the way you liked it.

And when you tried to reciprocate, he seemed almost offended. Like the time you made a big meal, he was offended, you seemed tired from the effort and he didn't like that. Even when you cleaned his things he seemed irritated, you weren't supposed to do things for him.

After months of looking for ways to thank him for his helpfulness, you discovered it in an unusual way. Your room wasn't fully furnished, even months after moving in you were still buying furniture and needing to assemble it. Jason dismissed all the delivery people from the store and said he would assemble it himself, using the excuse that he didn't like strangers in his space.

"You spoil me," you joked with him, sitting on the floor as you watched Jason working on your new vanity. It wasn't a bad sight, Jason's large hands proving skillful and efficient, his t-shirt revealing his biceps that made you a little dizzy.

"I find doing manual labor relaxing." He replied, glancing at you and smiling slightly. You hummed in response, resting your chin on your knees and admiring Jason. You wanted so badly to find something to thank him for, something to show him that you were grateful for him.

When he finally finished the job, he stood up and held out his hand to help you. After gaining momentum, your hands instinctively went to his arm and gave it a squeeze.

"Thank you so much, Jay."

He was silent, you were silent. It seemed too intimate a touch, you were nervous, afraid he wouldn't like it, that he would ask you to never touch him again, which would be a shame because your hands could feel the heat of his skin. Then he smiled. He smiled, a dimple in his cheek.

"Nothing, princess."

After that, the touches became more frequent. Every time he did something adorable, you would touch his arms or his hand. Like the time he carried all your college books for meters and you held his hand in thanks (you stayed like that for longer than usual).

Another big step was when you arrived tired, from a horrible day, and you found Jason smiling shyly at you, the apartment smelling of your favorite food. As you washed dishes side by side, your hips touching, you lifted your feet and kissed his cheek, whispering a thank you. His reaction was adorable, his neck slightly red, his eyes blinking at you in a silly way that made you smile back.

So you continued, becoming a little bolder every time he did something to please you. It seemed impossible now to go back to the time when you didn't touch him, and you could swear he liked it. There were times when you could almost feel him sigh when your kiss on his cheek went all the way to his jaw.

When he came back from patrol, bruised and bleeding, he wouldn't let you help him. He would never dirty your soft hands with his blood. But he enjoyed it when you sat next to him, stroking his hair and talking to him in that calm tone, trying to make him relax with more pleasant conversations. A routine was established.

Jason was a little quiet sometimes. At first you thought he was grumpy and moody, but you soon discovered that he was just someone with poor social skills, and you managed to establish a way to show that you cared about each other.

"Hum, I stopped by the pharmacy, but your order had already been picked up." You jumped, startled by Jason's sudden arrival. For such a big guy, he had an impressive ability to be silent. Damn Batman training.

"Jay, hi." You greeted, as you leaned on the kitchen counter, casually scrolling through your phone. "Dick got it for me, he was just passing by."

He fell silent, making you look up from your phone to look at him. Jason's eyebrows were furrowed, his lips forming a frown.

"Why?" You blinked slowly.

"Why what?"

"Why Dick got it for you. I was going to get it for you." He looked almost... annoyed, frustrated that he hadn't gotten the product for you.

You blinked slowly again, tilting your head.

"He...was closer. I didn't mean to bother you."

He let out a huff, looking annoyed, like when a dog sees his owner reading a newspaper another dog brought.

"Jay?" You called out to him, almost shivering when his blue orbs stared at you.

"I'm the one who does your things. Why is that idiot Dick getting involved?"

"I don't want you to feel like you're my employee, that's all."

He huffed again, looking indignant. Another problem with Jason Todd: he didn't say what he was feeling, it was like trying to win the lottery with blurry numbers. Then he approached you, his posture looking like he was preparing to interrogate a criminal, his hands resting on the counter.

"Did you kiss him?"It certainly wasn't what you expected to hear. Your mouth fell open, your eyes wide.

"What?"

It was the only intelligent thing your lips formed.Jason still had that indignant look on his face, his blue eyes half-closed. He was too close and you felt a little cornered, the kitchen seemed small, the air harder to breathe. You stared back at him.

"Why do you think I kissed Dick?" You repeated, still that confused expression. You would be offended if your brain was working perfectly.

"You kiss me when I do favors for you!" He murmurs.

Oh. That was it.

You let out a breath, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

"Jason. Do you think I kiss the mailman every time he brings letters?"

"God, I hope not."

You both stay silent, your hands going to the hem of his shirt, unable to control yourself, squeezing it between your fingers, the weight of the unspoken words.

"Jay. You know...you don't have to do me favors to receive my affection, right?" You whispered, your eyes roaming all over his face, his beautiful features, his slightly crooked nose, his lips that looked so kissable.

"But I like it. I like taking care of you. Fuck, I want to take care of you always."

He himself seemed shocked by the intensity of the words, his eyes widening, his heart beating out of control, just like yours.

"Jay." You let out a breath, your hands rising to his face, caressing his cheekbones. You shivered when his hands held your hips, keeping you firmly against the counter. You didn't know what it would be like to kiss Jason, of course, you had already thought about it a lot, more than was healthy.

And when you finally pulled his face to you, pressing your lips, slightly chapped but still soft, against his. You dominated the kiss for a few seconds, being gentle as you held his face, but then something seemed to snap in Jason, he held you with impressive ease, pressing your hips against the counter and thrusting his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your soft moan. His hands were all over your body, hungry, as if he couldn't lose you.

"Only I can take care of you," he growled against your lips, his breathing heavy.

"Yes. yes," you said, caught in the haze of Jason's kisses, your eyes almost closing again.

"Good," he whispered, before kissing you again, fiercely, his hands gripping the back of your neck.

You were fine with this deal of favors in exchange for kisses.

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Inspired by a post I saw about Jason's love languages headcanon. Jaybean is just a guy who doesn't know how to show love in a normal way!!! But we love him anyway. I hope you liked it! I'm very happy to start posting things here, slowly gaining courage.

[michellesneptune]

HOW THE MOON SIGNS ACT WHEN THEY LOVE YOU pt. 1

disclaimer: forgive me if the series doesn’t cover all twelve signs, but i don’t think i’ve known enough people to speak about everyone’s way of loving. please be patient🤗

aries moon/1H

ooooh those little devils🔥😈 you can see the mischievous twinkle in their eyes. they’re children of Ares - the god of war! when they speak of their loved ones it feels as though they’re ready to kill for them any minute, only waiting for the right (or any😂) reason.

(just my observation, please don’t come at me) i believe that these natives are prone to being more loyal, less selfish and flaky than aries venus. aries is known to be 'the baby' of the zodiac, valuing independence and self-fulfilment greatly. however, i’ve noticed aries moons to be devoted af!! you will never catch them bad mouthing a friend or a partner.

also, from my experience, both placements like to fight, however aries venus often does it for own enjoyment, the initial chase turns them on. as for aries moons, they’re more steady. they would go to great lengths for friends and partners. you can call them in the middle of the night and ask the craziest favor, they WILL come and help.

(please keep in mind that i mean unevolved aries venuses that still have a lesson or two to learn!)

PS. they love to be treated like the center of your world, please give them attention💕

taurus moon/2H

hmmmm how do i put it… 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍! i will say that i am biased bc my boyfriend is one and the way he’s attentive, always asks about the details of my day, pays attention to my routines and shows love through acts of service🥹 you’ve probably heard the rumours and they’re true. taurus moons make the best cooks ever. and i don’t mean putting together a couple of cheap pancakes, nuh uh. their sharp senses only let them buy the best quality ingredients and cook with great care. bonus points if they prepare a dish that they know is your favourite!

i will say though, they are not the most verbal lovers. but when they’re in, they mean it. when they say they love you, it becomes a fact so obvious that they don’t feel the need to repeat it over and over. they like to settle into a routine, so don’t expect them to be flaky, send mixed signals and stir things up just to feel something/for fun (sag moons cough cough😅😅).

they also seem brutal sometimes. but i believe it’s because they see honesty as the highest form of trust. they want to feel comfortable with you. they value silence, too. they’re the type to show you their appreciation not by telling you how perfect you are but by actually putting in the work to show you your value and show that they’re worthy of being by your side.

lastly, their homes are their sanctuaries, a reflection of their feelings. usually beautiful and they look for someone worthy of letting in, to match their belongings. they get a rep for being possessive and stubborn, nevertheless with the right person they can make a sacrifice and at least try to change their ways😂😂

virgo moon/6H

okay so i know they’re said to be critical, demanding, neurotic etc but hear me out. virgo is a mutable sign, ruled by mercury and in true mutable fashion they DO get wild, fun and unhinged lol. as a virgo moon myself i am well aware of the fact that i often act like i’ve got a stick up my ass. but when i get closer to you i want it all: karaoke nights, fast car rides, spontaneous trips! sometimes i even take those things to the extreme!

they’re also said to have the highest standards. and while i imagine it’s partly true, i believe that this placement is all about accepting the biggest, weirdest quirks of your s/o (as well as 6th house synastry!).

besides, i think that we get more so insecure and self-critical in relationships, analyzing the f outta our partners, wondering whether we’re meeting their demands! we’re about the overall quality of the partnership and just want it to be perfect🥺 we’re also quite anxious and require lots of reassurance.

lastly, everyone knows it: virgo moons are like the final boss of small acts of service lol. vacuuming your flat, folding your clothes. they notice the smallest things that could improve your life and happily do them for you!

capricorn moon/10H

this one is tricky. they remind me a bit of taurus but more rough in a sense that they probably won’t pamper you with luxurious baths and gourmet food but they will do things like pay your rent, get you a job or buy a car😂. i’ve noticed them to be a bit grumpy sometimes, definitely not the softest lovers.

they’re up to giving some tough love. pushing you into a scary path that they know will be rewarding in the end. teaching you that even in the hardest lessons of saturn there is light. they’re not the most cheerful on a daily basis but - surprisingly- they are the ones that keep calm in the face of crises. they’re like okay we can’t do anything about it now let’s appreciate what we do have and focus on what we can change.

it’s because they know all to well how karma is. they had to learn it the hard way which made them so strong and resilient.

what i’ve personally noticed: they will stick by your side no. matter. what. this isn’t always a good thing as sometimes it’s best to walk away but if you’re expecting a cap moon to give up on you, don’t.

i also feel like they’re used to being the oldest sibling, the mom friend etc. please take care of them from time to time!

that is all i have for you! thank you for reading💕 i wish all of you lots and lots of love💋 see ya

~Michelle

[narcjsistx]

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 | OS

shidou ryusei x fem reader ; words: 1.0k (1086)

coming from this event, fourth day, 21/12

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

plot: during the christmas period it was normal for the association to invite the players, and their girlfriends, to organized dinners. shidou loves to show up at these dinners with you, where everyone asks you how you can be together even though you are so different

Shidou Ryusei is a beast, both on and off the field: the boy's sparkling soul is recognized by everyone in the industry, and his own fanbase boasts of having as an idol someone who is extremely unpredictable, but who always manages to shine. The beast has someone who loves him and with whom he is extremely in love, and that person is you. If he is a beast, you are an angel

If he runs, you walk. If you talk, he screams. If he shoots deadly kicks into the opponent's net, you move with unthinkable delicacy. If he has to be the beast, you are his guardian angel

The diversity between you is probably the thing that makes your relationship work, which experiences a new chemical reaction every day. When the world came to discover you, it was shocked to see someone so different next to the zesty demon, and many had bet that you would not last long, if not a few months. Evidently they were all wrong, because by now you had been together for a few years. The secret dates at the beginning of the relationship had turned into official dinners that it was the industry itself that invited you to. The association loved to invite its players, and consequently their girlfriends, to extremely endless dinners, with many special dishes and nonstop alcohol until the next morning

Christmas dinner was one of those occasions. The white suit and black tie highlighted Shidou's figure, who was forced by you to wear something more elegant than usual. Your long red dress had been chosen a few hours earlier by your boyfriend, who had the honor of being able to choose from the proposals you had proposed to him. Having got out of the car, at least an hour late, the photographers had been waiting for the scandalous couple all evening

It had become a habit to have all eyes on you, and god, you loved it now: seeing people's fascinated looks had become a priceless prize. At first, when it happened, you prayed for it to end as soon as possible, but Shidou had quickly pointed out to you that they were beautiful looks, and not bad ones: as a couple you caused a scandal, but in a good way. The glances increased your love

"Shidou, Shidou, here!"

"Y/n, a closeup for the local press"

"Look here, both of you!"

You were objectively loved, you were iconic, everything about you and your diversity was iconic. The only envious glances are from the other girlfriends of the players on the team, who have never had the same success as you. Aside from the always iconic entrance, the dinners are actually quite boring and monotonous: there is always the same group of players who are really friends, those who join but don't understand much and those who would gladly go to their house and sink into their partners' bodies. Shidou always created a category of his own, even if sometimes he was part of the last one. A few years ago he was the one who almost got arrested because he was about to beat up a butler who had been a bit too cocky touching you; in the last one he had made everyone drunk because of a game played by all the dinner guests, including the managers. And you, always at his side, tried to mediate the behavior of your beloved cockroach

"I wonder how she survives"

"They probably don't really have that much harmony, they just work"

Often, beyond the thousand compliments, you also heard these words. They were words that actually slipped by you, that occupied your mind for no more than two minutes. They were simply things that you considered false, because hell, you couldn't tell everything that happens between you. It would be too long a story and you would even have to invent terms that are still unknown, because everything that has to do with your boyfriend is yet to be discovered

The others don't know how much Ryusei is a lovesick person, and that he isn't afraid to show it. The others don't know how obsessed he is with your love, how dependent he is on it. The others don't know that for him, you seem to be his first in everything, even though he has an experience behind him that could be talked about for a whole week without getting bored. Others don't know how much he really cares about you, in a way that in the early days of the relationship seemed like who knows how many treatments before ghosting, but that is now normal and that you deeply appreciate with all your heart

Others don't know how much the situation changes when you are within the walls of your home, how he becomes the angel and you the beast of the situation: how you affectionately attack him every time he comes home or when he too has bad moments, since even though he is a demon, he remains a human, someone in reality much deeper than others might think

Others can seriously think what they want, you're fine as long as you know the truth. This is yet another trait that Ryusei has changed in you, he who has always been indifferent has taught you that you should care little about other opinions, the superfluous ones, because they are often made only out of malice. This was yet another difference, before the change

Maybe you're not really that different, or rather, you're convinced that you're not as different as everyone thinks: you balance yourselves in a way that you believe only the two of you can do for each other, alternating between heaven and hell

"Fuck everyone, as long as I have the chance to be with you I don't care about the differences. Love me as you think is best, I'll adapt to your way. We do what we think is best for each other, outside opinion is just a way to make us famous, right? If they hated us they wouldn't talk about us so much, but they obviously love us for being so interested"

There is no angel without black wings; there is no beast without a heart. There is no Y/n without Shidou Ryusei; there is no Shidou Ryusei without Y/n. As long as you had the chance to be close, to love each other, to kiss each other, you would never have cared about the differences that actually tied you together

TAG: @natmagaesp ; @kittenish0 ; @x3nafix

[literaila]

untrustworthy 

tasm!peter x reader 

summary: 

"are you mad at me?"

"did you get me bologna sandwiches?"

warnings: angst, alludes to depression, lost of interest, pushing people away, this is a pining fic because they’re not actually together, angst, fluff at the end, peter sucks but he’s also great? 

a/n: i haven’t written anything in weeks and this is so terrible but take it or leave it. i am. 

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if you've learned anything in the past year, it's that you couldn't trust peter parker. 

you couldn't trust him to finish his portion of your shared slideshow for your physics class. and you shouldn't have trusted him to tell you if he couldn't get it done before the due date--sparing you both from the wide-eyed, slightly over-amused gazes of classmates who thought peter's "the end" slide was purely a comedic stroke, and not just laziness, or a miserable attempt to pretend he hadn't cost you thirty percent of your grade. 

and even after, you couldn't trust him not to give you a look--his signature look--sending you plummeting towards forgiveness before he'd even gotten the chance to apologize. 

you couldn't trust peter parker to pick up a mutual friend's birthday cake or get himself home safely without cracking his glasses, or not to eat all of the cookies that may made for you on his way to your apartment. you wouldn't trust him to wash your dishes or sleep on your couch without burning the entire building down. 

it was a dangerous thing, you'd realized, about three months after you'd met him, to try and count on him. 

peter parker would borrow a pen from you, flicking his hair your way and smiling that charming smile, and then proceed to give it back to you at your thirty-year reunion. or never. 

you'd learned not to expect him to show up for anything on time, ask him to pick anything up for you, or let him do laundry in your apartment. 

peter parker was anything but dependable. and if you could give the past version of yourself any advice, it would be not to trust him. 

not to let that foolish hope exist before it was crumbled between strong hands like a grocery receipt, never to be seen again. 

you wouldn't let that faded, reliable version of peter exist. 

you couldn't trust peter parker to do anything or make any promise he would actually keep. 

you couldn't even trust him to stay away from you when you wanted space the most; like now. 

because as soon as you heard that knock on your door, a bitter part of you was scowling at the intrusion, cursing your friend for bothering to exist or always showing up when you didn't want him to. 

and you knew that just like every other thing peter did, he wouldn't take no for an answer. even if you didn't answer the door. even if you threw your phone down into the garbage disposal. 

you were pretty sure peter could pick a lock. and also slightly suspicious that he'd had a copy of your key made behind your back. 

so when peter walks into your living room, hair dripping from the rain, arms full of grocery bags, you aren't surprised. 

you barely even blink at him before returning your attention to your tv, where a couple was viciously debating the cost of crown molding. 

his presence is its own curse because you can feel every movement he makes, just like always. 

"hey," peter says, smiling evilly. he ignores your ignoring. doesn't even mind the fact that you haven't looked at him. "i brought you some stuff." 

he kicks his shoes off--into your living room, of course, mud sticking to your carpet--and heads to the kitchen. 

"just some basics," he continues, not bothering to listen to any reply, verbal or not. "bread, eggs, milk. i got you some disgusting orange jello and a couple of those pre-made sandwiches they make at the deli. they're a bit... flat, but they should be okay still." 

you turn the volume up. 

peter doesn't mind. "there's also some protein bars in there--chocolate--just in case you want something quick," he walks back into the room, holding a glass bottle. "and i saw this banana-flavored soda when i was walking out, for us to try and throw up together." 

he shakes the bottle around, smile on his idiotic face, not even bothering to think about the harsh reality of carbonation. 

"open that over the sink," you mumble to him, still not meeting his eyes. 

you curse your weak willpower for ruining your silent game. and peter, for knowing that he would win eventually. 

peter tilts his head, tsking at you. "not even a thank you for your very thoughtful, handsome--" he plops down next to you, moving your legs so that he can tickle your feet. "and genius best friend?" 

"thanks, peter." 

instead of looking over at the man who was definitely trying to get you to yell at him, you choose to watch the ceiling on the tv crumble over brand-new hardwood. 

you frown. 

peter runs his hand up your calf, goosebumps riding his wake. "are you mad at me?" 

"did you get me bologna sandwiches?" 

"no, turkey." 

"then no." 

peter removes his hand. "what's wrong with the bologna?" 

"they put rat poison in it." 

peter pokes your thigh. "and you've been letting me eat it? you know i love those sandwiches."

you turn even further on your side, wall going up between the two of you, forcing his hand off, mumbling, "wanted to test a theory." 

"what theory?" 

finally, your eyes meet his--stupid brown, caring, auburn, and hateful eyes. "if rat poison would kill you or not." 

peter scoffs.  

you let your lip quirk up, irritated at his perfect mouth and thoughtful grocery list, and warm hands climbing up your stomach, and then look away. back to the house infested with termites. if there's anything to hate, it's adoration. the ridiculous attachment you have to him, even now.

"are you calling me a vermin?" 

you roll your eyes. "well, you're not dead so..." 

and it was all normal. peter sitting this close and trying to mold himself into your skin, the puppy eyes he was trying to give you, and his devious smirk. his teasing and lack of common sense, his stupid jokes, and stupid thoughtfulness, ruining the silent treatment you'd meant to give him. the space you'd been forcing between the two of you.

it was all normal, but you can feel him lurking, waiting for a moment to say something. you can feel him staring at you. 

"what?" you say, sharp and rough, after thirty seconds of it being too much. of peter being too close and too quiet.

his presence is a burden on your heart. 

peter's hands began to massage your legs, forcing you to let him in closer than you want him to be. "what, what?" he repeats. 

your eyes meet his with defenses already prepared. "what are you doing here, peter?"

the words are weapons. one punch to the jaw and a knife shoved into his back. 

you're trying to get him off of you, get him out that door and back into the world where he belongs so that you could stay here and rot, just like you want to.

but peter's eyes stay soft, his hands are kind and his intent is obvious. he isn't trying to fight with you.

he blows out a breath. "what're you doing here?"

you both stare at each other for a moment and then you look away, shaking your head. "i live here." 

"you know that's not what i mean." 

"do i?" you ask, voice sarcastic and mean. and it would be fine--usually. you and peter are mean to each other for sport. 

but he wasn't being anything but easy. careful as he stretched your muscles out like he could tell that you hadn't used them in days. 

trust peter to break your only rule. 

it was silent again; only the sounds of commercials in the background, a woman swearing that aleve changed her life. 

peter clears his throat. "why haven't you been answering my calls?" 

"lost my phone." 

"and class?" 

"i've been sick." 

"you missed an exam," he pushes. "you're gonna have to make it up." 

"already emailed connaly." 

"good." peter swallows, and you can feel his pounding, his questions even when he's not asking them. 

you want to push him off of the couch. you want to push him off of you, leave bruises from the fall, and tell him to find someone who can be his friend. who can do this. 

you want to be understanding, and as careful as he is. you love him enough to not scream, even if you want to.

"peter, i really just want to be alone, so--" 

"when's the last time you ate?" 

you sigh, pulling away from him. 

but peter has a firm hold on your legs, and even if you tried, you couldn't kick him away. 

"when was the last time you showered?" 

"i've been sick, peter, it doesn't--" 

"left the house?" he prods. "or moved from the couch? when was the last time you looked in the mirror?" 

you sit up, looking at him without meeting his eyes. "you should go. i could still be contagious." the words are tense, your face is stone, unmoving, and unwilling to do any of this with him. 

peter moves closer to you, his hands lingering just inches away from your marble face. "what's going on?" he asks, so softly that you can barely feel it on your plastered skin.

his concern and care, his stupid face and stupid eyes and-- 

"i can't do this, peter." 

"you need to talk to me," he says, without even processing what you've said. "you need to tell me what's happening because it's been almost two weeks since i've seen you, and this..." he gestures around the room. 

a place that used to be your home. 

"what happened?" 

and if anyone could get it out of you--pull the secrets you have hidden in your chest, ignoring your screams of pain--it would be peter. he would be the person that you talked to. 

that is if you wanted to talk at all. 

if you wanted to move from his couch and look into his eyes like you had been for months before this. like he was more than a classmate, or friend who had stuck to you. like he was someone who you wanted to care about. 

someone with perfect lips and wonderful eyes and an addicting laugh. 

someone who you might want to tell more, share more. 

the person that you'd been a month ago would've told peter. even unsure if he could keep that secret or stay with you, you would've told him. trusted him that much. more than he deserved. 

but the person sitting on your couch staring into those same eyes doesn't want anything. 

to move or breathe or have to tell peter that you just don't care anymore. 

that whatever you have to tell him is gone, that your words and voice have been ripped from your chest, that this couch, this distance you've been trying to build is the only remedy to fix the hole that remains. 

but you don't want to see him. you don't want to tell him anything. you don't want to breathe his air and risk infecting him. 

"nothing, peter. i'm fine." 

"you look like you've spent the last month in the hospital." 

"well, you look like a goddamn swimsuit model, so i guess we're even." 

you're watching as his serious face shifts, and you can see it as he fights back a laugh, his eyes just barely flickering. 

and you wish that you didn't care. you wish so badly that it didn't matter. you look away, thinking to pretend that none of this exists. 

you've had enough nightmares like this lately. 

"hey," peter says, one fingertip turning your eyes back to his. and you know it's not a dream, because your imagination can never get those eyes just right. "i'm here to listen. whatever it is. we'll work it out. i just need you to talk to me."

"i told you, there's nothing--" 

"and you've got to stop lying to me like i can't tell." 

you scowl. 

peter's eyebrows lift, a fraction of affection appearing on his face. "c'mon, just tell me. i won't laugh." 

you look down, at his hand resting on your thigh, and the hole you've burned into the couch. 

you don't want to look at his eyes anymore. you're tired of trying to look away. and not talking to him. 

you sigh. "nothing, peter. just..." you blink, but it's not enough to push his regard off of you. to rid yourself of the toxins he's breathed into you. 

you were almost immune to them, just a few weeks ago. mithridatism only works if it's consistent. 

and his eyes are more dangerous when you haven't seen them. 

you freeze. "there's nothing," you repeat, defenses falling, hands going to push him away from your face. 

and peter knows what's going to happen before you do. "hey," he says, already soothing. "whatever it is..." 

and peter grabs you before you fall. he catches that first tear, and it's his forever. his arms fold around your shoulder, his strong hands keeping your head up. 

"there's nothing. it's all gone. everything i want, everything i--" 

his hands are tilting your face up to his but you can't look at him. you can't look into his perfect eyes and feel ashamed of yourself anymore. 

you're sick and tired of feeling sorry for yourself. 

"i can't feel anything, peter. i don't want to do anything but sit here and hope that eventually, this feeling goes away. that it all just..." you shake your head, feeling him invade you. 

and then you lean in and let peter hold you up. 

you hadn't even realized that you were crying. hadn't realized how far down you'd pushed the words until they were bubbling up. 

bile crawling up your throat. 

"i'm sorry," you whisper to him, just before he crushes you into a hug, your head buried into his neck. your tears staining his perfect skin. "i'm so sorry." 

peter shakes his head against you, holding you even closer. 

and you can't breathe with how tight he's holding you, but this sort of breathlessness is welcome. much better than the other kind. 

you laugh against him, feeling how sore your body is. how angry you are with yourself. 

"i've got you," peter whispers, into your hair, kissing your forehead. "we'll figure it out." 

you shake your head but say nothing. 

you finally breathe him in, desperate after denying yourself for so long. you don't have to worry about anything as long as peter is right there. 

"god," he says, after a few minutes pass. "i'm sorry i didn't come sooner. i thought..." 

thought you were okay, you can hear. thought that you needed space, that time was a perfect solution. 

"not your fault," you mumble into him. 

peter leans back, just so that you'll look up at him. "why didn't you tell me? you know i would've come," he says, "if you'd just called." 

"i didn't want--" you swallow, looking away. "i didn't want you to know. or see." 

peter scowls. "what did you think would happen? i would leave? or tell you to get over yourself?" 

"maybe."

"are you insane?" 

"maybe." 

peter doesn't even laugh. he makes you look at him again, not knowing how cruel those eyes of his are. "i would've stayed," he tells you, "no matter what. even if you told me that you murdered someone. or run over a squirrel with your bike. i would've been there. i'm going to be there." 

his jaw is tense and his eyes are so serious, but you sniffle, shaking your head. "even if i murdered a squirrel?" 

"i mean... it would be hard. but i'd do it." 

you laugh. 

he swallows, shaking his head. "you need to tell me what's going on, okay? instead of ghosting me for two weeks, acting like you died or something." 

"i answered a couple of your texts." 

peter glares at you. 

"okay. i'm sorry." 

he shakes his head again, almost smiling, if a little bit sad. "are you okay?" 

you fall back into him, suffocating yourself into his shoulder. you don't want to answer that, and hope that peter doesn't push. 

for once, he does what you want, wrapping his arm back around you, pulling you in closer. 

"okay," he says, and breathes with you. 

you sit with him for a few seconds, glad that he's there, and then you ask, "how'd you get in?" voice muffled by his shirt. 

"it was unlocked, you idiot." 

you frown, looking up at him. 

peter laughs. 

"no, it wasn't." 

his eyes return to normal, deviance stuck in his expression. "i used my key," he answers, innocently. 

trust peter to ruin the moment.

*

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[slickfordain]

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬.

Warning: Yandere behavior, but we all know I always write Yandere on Tumblr. No specified gender for you. Also, reader with my personality again— since some people liked it very much.

Edit: I forgot to say the kids in Genshin are all platonic 💀

Teyvat is aware of their divine using them as a vessel. Teyvat is aware Celestia cannot defeat you either… As Celestia was obviously made by you. However, you have some concerning habits… Some are very very cute in your harem’s eyes ~ While some makes them worry for your health.

You have a problem with making your Genshin self-insert insert having such a gruesome backstory, it makes them wanna cry and hug your self-insert in their world. Apparently, your insert is indeed inserted in the game— ahah, when you shut off the screen and log off of course ♡

Perhaps, let’s say Zhongli would pick up on how you eat a lot of food… It amazes him. You even have a lot of mora, that you only spend it on food and nothing else. It… Does make him worry— But Yanfei would definitely sign the chefs to make your favorite dishes, just in case ~

Xingqiu would pick up on how you write an unfamiliar word called “Fan-fictions”. It has some Japanese words such as “Yandere” and “Tsundere”. He listened further into your works, and goodness, he has never felt so called out in his entire life when you specifically explained what Yanderes are. If you liked writing about Yanderes… You wouldn’t mind him being one for you, would you?

Childe would laugh his ass off whenever he hears you talking constantly to yourself, pretending as if you’re responding to them. But this makes him think you’re trying to communicate with him and Teyvat, makes his heart sore so much. You’re so sweet and acknowledging everyone, specifically him. ♡

Characters such as Pantalone and Baizhu have a realization you love spending Primogems on wishes, and always wasting them. So what do they do? Mischievously somehow gain Primogems for you, which you didn’t complain about at all.

People also have heard about your hatred towards Albert for being a creepy stalker. Now, this made Mondstadt furious at Albert. Not only does he stalk poor Barbara, he even dared to boldly disappoint you. (Barbatos killed him ehe)

Barbara has never felt so loved this much, she wants to bawl her eyes out — to show how much she loves and adores you.

Characters like Razor and Raiden Ei have come to realization you love sleeping around so much, they’ve gotten to know you sleep in work from time to time whenever it’s break. They take this advantage to make a setup room for you, where either of them can hold you in their arms and cuddle as they sleep against you.

Beidou, Lisa and Yae Miko would often see that you especially get easily injured. I’m not saying they’re the only ones terrified— trust me, many people in Teyvat are going to kill whoever hurt you,,, but they are the ones who ends up hearing about your condition. They’re so worried when they find out you don’t scream in pain, nor do you care about it because you’ve always been clumsy since childhood. They’re so worried, they might have a heart attack someday.

The Adeptus’ pick on the fact you like listening to “8-bit” version of music… It sounds hard to play, but they can’t deny you did have taste in music. Makes the guy from Lantern lite quest more inretested with you, and wishes to know you more! Or more so… Perhaps Enjou would take interest in this.~ He’s just as silly as you, why not?

Dainsleif notices how you stare at his character with adoration and love his design oh so much, that he also knows you love drawing, just like Albedo. Hearing this, Albedo loves you to death, like… Literally.

Aether hearing you’re also unstoppable that even Unknown God can’t stop you? Goodness this boy is falling in a deep rabbit hole for falling for you~!

Paimon sees you as a mother/father figure too honestly… Paimon relates to you so much about food, and always gets so happy when you agreed by getting food. Despite your tired expression, she just wants to cry because you did not once call her an “Emergency food”.

How about your complex theories? Tighnari and Al-haitham will have a whole set of a store with written details about your theories. You did die when Teyvat was made, so makes sense why you didn’t know everything. (…. You ate popcorn and watched your show as Archon war was a thing.) Every theories, is about very interesting things.

Snezhnaya and Tsaritsa would be so happy when they find out your world was filled with snow (to those who live in a snowy weather like me), and would flex it off to other nations like cocky little bastards. They see this as a blessing, and would try getting to know your culture by just the fact you and them have snow. That would mean you wouldn’t be cold in their place, right?

How about Fontaine being in horror when they find about your Creepypasta and FnaF books? They’ll keep themselves aware of the woods and will isolate any innocent beings from anywhere that involves woods and trees. Jeff the killer and Jeffrey C. Hodek (canon Jeff) definitely traumatized numerous of the people in Fontaine, considering their skins got burned a lot.

Yelan being also surprised she and other rich people in Teyvat, are in fact not the richest people in their own world after learning that… Moras aren’t actually real money? I can see Mona laughing at their misery, even though she’s sad she doesn’t exist literally in your world. How the fuck is she supposed to kiss hug you huh?

Venti and Nahida being so drawn to your morning voice, hearing you cursing as they didn’t know what the meanings behind those languages meant. Nahida would stare at your face in awe, listening to your stories as Venti would too, making a song about it probably— only for it to go downfall when they realize you occasionally hurt yourself in work. They’re horrified. YOU FELL OFF THE STAIRS??! They’re gonna faint.

Cyno who is in love with a heated face when he learns you love jokes, hearing you making a dark humor that just has him down bad for you— and ends up laughing. Your dark humor never goes too far, and he just loves it that you can accept his jokes. He is definitely going to be very loyal towards you…

Imagine Scaramouche/Wanderer lovingly gazing at your side view as you try to do makeup real quickly before playing your game. It didn’t matter. He loved your little habit of always doing your makeup first— and then play. He’s patient, and will always try his best… Ends up killing Hilichurls under one second, oops~

With everyone in Teyvat learning about your habits, learning about your talents…

They officially are definitely in love with you. They will always love you. They know when it’s you, even if someone tries to look like you and act like you to get attention. It will never work. They don’t care what form you take, because they’re obsessed and in love with the idea of you. They will only love you, you you you. You’re genderless? They’ll love you, you’re a bully? They’ll love you. It doesn’t matter what form you take.

They will always love you, [Name].

I wanna do a small love hc with Dainsleif and Pantalone x reader because I’m in love with them ♡ but I also wanna do persona insert x canon… Man.

[theangelsheardyou]

I know I don't have much of an mha audience on here since I mostly post bsd, but fuck it, bakugou rarepair headcanons bc I cannot stop thinking about them

BakuTsuyu

As the eldest daughter, Tsuyu has some sort of power over Katsuki no one else understands. As an only child he never stood a chance

People often notice how Katsuki starts only listening to Tsu. Kaminari asks him to get him a water bottle, Kats grunts at him to do it himself. But when Tsu asks for it? He's off his feet and gives it to her without a word. Not even a grunt or sign of complaint.

Tsuyu may be calm and soft spoken, which contrasts Katsuki in every way, but that's actually what makes them work.

She's one of the only people who can counter his angry insults without even getting annoyed or upset. She has this superpower and people start calling her the "Bakugou Whisperer"

If someone wants Katsuki to do something, they ask Tsuyu to ask him to do it, bc they know he only will if she's the one asking.

When they go out to the mall with the rest of their class, Tsuyu stays by Katsuki out of instinct. He usually walks a little farther away from the rest of the group but she stays close to him like she's watching over him.

When they pass by a toy store, Katsuki can't help but play with the toys on display, and when he does Tsuyu silently waits for him to finish before they continue walking. No one else does this, and it's like some sort of unwritten rule for the two of them.

Sometimes, when the group is talking loudly and don't hear Tsu speak at all, Katsuki makes use of his big booming voice to tell them to shut up and listen to her speak. Everyone immediately quiets down and Tsuyu gets the chance to actually be heard.

While Tsu absolutely can stand up for herself, especially around Katsuki, she has trouble doing so around strangers. So if she's too meek to speak up against someone who bumped into her or cut in front of her in a line, Katsuki's there to be her guard dog and tell that person off.

Katsuki can be vulnerable around her. I feel like that's the peak when it comes to his relationships--when he can trust them enough to see him be weak.

While he doesn't show it to the rest, Tsuyu can immediately tell when he's in an off mood. And she doesn't force him to talk about it if he's not comfortable. Instead she makes sure she accompanies him, even if they're not talking, just so he knows he's not alone. She doesn't realize how much this means to Katsuki.

It's the other way around for Katsuki. He also has a sixth sense when it comes to her emotions, so he can easily tell when she's not alright. But she tends to keep that to herself as to not bother others. However he makes sure she makes her feelings heard, even if it's just to him, and listens to her when she vents. As someone who's considered the "reliable older sister" of the group, she appreciates this greatly.

Tsuyu's siblings LOVE katsuki. They used to be pretty scared of him, they have seen him on TV during the sports fest after all, but after she brings him home for family dinner, they start to love him dearly. He becomes part of rhe family right away, even if Tsuyu's father doesn't like him immediately.

Tsuyu loves that Katsuki is so gentle with her siblings and even her mom, helping with dishes and homework, and even letting Satsuki climb up his back and piggy ride him.

Samidare is also a brooding edgy boy so he was skeptical at first, but then he grew to greatly admire Katsuki, even if he doesn't want to admit it.

Ok my phones running out of battery so I gotta end it here, but pls tell me which rarepair u want to see next!!

[reidmania]

KISS IT BETTER !

miguel o’hara

PLEASE READ AN, ITS VERY IMPORTANT TO THIS STORY

summary: reader has never been good at talking about emotions, always dealing with the guilt and feeling as if a burden so it often leads to pushing people away… but miguel wants to know.

warnings: mentions of mental health, mentions of depression and depressive episodes, pushing away, self sabotage etc

I HATE the end of this, it was so rushed im so sorry

an/ i want to start a series where i write different characters comforting readers or characters with certain mental illnesses because i know a lot of people don’t get that sort of comfort and recognition and i know theres a lot that isn’t talked about and i really want to bring awareness to it. this touches on a few topics but im happy to write individual works, and they can be about any character.

this

PLEASE if there is anything you want to see written about in this series send me a message and tell me whatever it is, and any certain details you want included. it would be so so deeply appreciated.

the kiss was soft, so soft you wouldn’t have felt it if you weren’t already half awake, despite your eyes being closed. you knew it was miguel, leaving for work.

you could feel the way he lingered in the door way after whispering that he loved you. you could almost sense the worry in his posture, not even having to look at him.

you stay still, eyes closed. it was early, you had no reason to be awake, yet you were. you waited until you heard the front door close to open your eyes and stir in your position on the bed.

you missed miguel, you were asleep when he got home, from late hours, and you were asleep when he left in the morning. you no longer visited him at the HQ like you use to, purely just not having the energy to even leave the bed most days.

it seemed as if every moment, that should shine in golden colours, had been replaced by grey. the days blended together, you couldn’t remember what day it was or what time it was.

you held it well though, the house was always cleaned by the time miguel got home, his food was ready in the fridge, for when he got home. he had no idea about the constant overwhelming fear of day to day life.

you wanted to tell him, but he was dealing with so much as it was, and the last thing you wanted to do was put more pressure on him then necessary. you grew up in a house hold where talking and showing your feelings was seen as weak, and it had just stuck with you.

it wasn’t that you didn’t trust miguel, you did, more then anything. but you didn’t think it was important, of course you had gone through things like this before, you could get through it.

the day went on, eventually you got out of bed, showering, no matter how shit you felt, you’d shower, if it was just you there, you probably wouldn’t but there was that fear that if miguel saw how bad you were effected by this, he would leave.

the house didn’t need to be cleaned, miguel had cleaned his dish when he finished eating. it was late noon, miguel wouldn’t be home till later, but you preferred ered to cook earlier so you could go back to bed and wallow in self deprecation.

halfway through cooking, just basic spaghetti bolognaise, you heard keys, the front door. you furrow your eyebrows, wondering who it could be since miguel wasn’t supposed to be home till later.

until you heard his voice.

“amor, i got off early” he yelled out, you squeeze your eyes shut, as he yells out your name, eventually finding you in the kitchen, body turned to face the stove where you were making the meat.

“baby- it’s early. why are you cooking so early” he asked, walking up to stand next to you. you just shrug, not saying anything. your mind now linking with your stomach, a bubble of anxiety filling it.

“hey- talk to me” miguel said, grabbing your wrist to stop you from mixing, which was just an excuse to avoid the conversation- he knew you.

“wanted to get it done so i could finish cleaning” you mutter, miguel looks around at the already spotless house. “baby- its clean already”

you just shrug, still not looking at him. he turns the stove off. “miguel” you sigh. you were burnt out, completely burnt out, tired of everything lately, waking up, everything being so repetitive.

“talk to me” he says, his tone wasn’t quite begging yet, but wasn’t demanding either. “what am i meant to talk to you about” you run a hand through your hair as you walk away from the stove, leaning against the counter.

“whats going on with you” he says, tilting his head softly, you squint your eyes. “nothing, miguel” you say.

“obviously it’s something, its like i haven’t see you awake in days, you don’t come to the hq, the house has been spotless lately, which is a massive indication of something being up since you only clean when you’re stressed, just talk to me”

you feel anger, but you aren’t angry, youre so insanely tired and drained that everything is just pissing you off. “can you just drop it, oh my gosh” you say, leaning off of the counter to walk away, miguel only follows.

“i just want to help you, baby.”

you audibly groan. “god!! miguel you’re a superhero, you help people who are being attacked or are in danger!”

“i think you are in danger” he says softly. you scoff, miguel doesn’t take it to heart. he knows something is up, and he knows its bad. you aren’t one to yell or get angry like this.

you cant really explain how your feeling besides wanting to smash your head into a brick wall.

“miguel, can you just leave it alone!”

you walk away this time, miguel doesn’t follow. he runs a hand through his hair, beating himself up on the way he approached the situation.

you sigh as you walk into the bathroom, locking the door behind you, you slide down against it, pulling your knees to your chest, guilt eating you alive at how you reacted.

you hated how your hurt always came out in anger, it was like you had no control over it. this is why you just deal with it alone.

you don’t realise you’re crying until you open your mouth to take a shakey breath, the taste of salt filling your mouth from your tears. you know miguel deserves an explanation, he deserves better.

you want to be better, but you have never been close to anybody like you are with miguel.

its insanely scary, the fear he will leave if he finds out how truely fucked you are.

you didn’t know how to cope with having people close to you, and having people who genuinely care, it had always been a challenge to open to.

you run your hands over your face as you hear a soft knock on the door, “princessa.” miguel says softly, probably the softest you’ve ever heard him talk.

you stay silent on the other side. “you don’t have to talk to me about it, and im sorry i pushed, i just care” miguel said, you could tell he had his head against the door, because of how close his voice was.

“just come out” he says softly. you pause for a moment as you hear the slight crack in his voice, you were shocked that he hadn’t already left, your outburst was embarrassing and you shouldn’t have taken it out on him like that.

you shuffle, miguel hears it, then he hears the click of the lock, he steps back as you open the door.

“im sorry”

“im sorry”

you smile softly as you and miguel talk at the same time, “i am sorry, i shouldn’t take my feelings out on you.” you say softly.

he shakes his head, opening his arms, you shuffle towards him, letting his arms wrap around you tightly. “just want to make sure you’re okay, baby”

you frown, “im sorry-“

“i know baby, ive noticed” he cuts you off, he could sense you didn’t want to talk about everything that was going on, but he wanted you to know he was there.

“im going to have tomorrow off, an us day. lets lay in bed and cuddle all day, do whatever you need to do,” he says.

you look up at him.

“thank you”

“course, cuddles and kisses can almost fix anything” miguel says softly, kissing your forehead.

“not dead, kisses wont fix dead” you say, smiling up at him from his arms.

“yeah, but you aren’t dead, so i can kiss you till youre all better”

[lovestaysblogs]

sensitivity

pairing: lee know x reader word count: 913 genre: angst, hurt to comfort, fluff warnings: none. this is for all my sensitive crybabies. i see u. i feel u. i am u T.T!!

network: @skzstarnet

The night was quiet. Only the clanking of the plates could be heard. You stood up to clear the table when you heard Minho speak, “How much longer are going to be mad for?”

You rolled your eyes and walked over to the sink to wash the dishes.

“I said I was sorry already Y/N! What more do you want from me?,”

You kissed your teeth before returning to the task at hand. He pulled you away, made you stand in front of him.

“Y/N please, ta..talk to me. I..I don’t know what else I did wrong and you not telling me doesn’t help. I’m not purposefully trying to be obtuse, I apologized already. I don’t know how to fix it, tell me how to fix it,”

His eyes desperately searched yours. His mouth was left slightly open out of shock, desperation and maybe fear. Fear that you’ll leave him. Fear that was rightly displaced.

It angered you even more. Why is he making you seem like the difficult one? Like you were the one that ruined the night for you two.

“How long have we been dating Minho?” You simply asked.

The tears welled up in your eyes and you swore you could see his heart break at the possibility of you crying. You want the relationship to work, you don’t want to break up so easily. But what he said about you this evening. And you were to brush it over? Not let it bother you? No way.

You stand in his studio apartment, looking at him intensely, waiting for an answer.

“Three months. But I..I don’t see how that had to-”

You cut him off, “Exactly, three months. We’ve been together for three months. And in those three months I gave you my heart. Which is so hard for me to do. And you know that. I showed you every bit of insecurity I had. I told you everything. Why would you hurt me knowing how fragile I am?”

Your tears poured down, you started sniffling and your voice cracked as you tried to speak again. Minho quickly engulfed you in a hug, one you accepted. You’re mad at him, yes, but you can’t hate him. You need comfort and love specifically from him.

He brought you to his couch and placed you in his lap, gently patting your curls until you calmed down. You took a deep breath and he wiped your tears away, looked at you, waiting for you to continue.

“Why did you have to call me sensitive to your friends? I know that some people don’t see it as a big deal, but you know me and you know how people use that word to mock me. I know they are your friends and I trust that you made some great people your friends, but I don’t know them Min. I don't know if they'll use my sensitivity against me. God, now that I’m talking about this, it sounds stupid. I’m sorry,” You rolled your eyes and attempted to get up, but he held you tighter.

“No baby no. Don’t say that.” He gently tucked one of your frayed curls back into place in your puff. “You’re right. How you feel is completely right. And you’ve talked to me about it. And how you’re scared that people use it against you. I’m sorry. I said it already but I didn’t know how much it bothered you. I just played it as it wasn’t that serious and it was and is. I’m sorry,”

“Thank you,” You sniffled.

“I love your sensitivity though, it’s what makes you, you”

“You do? Really?”

“I love every part of you. I told my friends that you were sensitive because they joke around alot and I didn’t want them to overstep, but I overstepped. I’m sorry.”

Hearing this made your heart burst. He was simply trying to protect you. “I’m sorry too,” You said.

“No you don’t have anything to apologize for babe,”

You shook your head as you ran your hand through his hair, holding his face gently. “Yes I do. I should never have given you the silent treatment, making you feel confused and frustrated. I’m sorry Min,”

He gave you a quick peck. Then two. Then three. Then he started peppering your face with kisses leaving you giggling. “I accept your apology I guess,”

“You guess?” You said smiling, wrapping your hands around his neck.

“It’s that, yeah it hurt when you did that. But you’re here now. And I knew it wasn’t going to last, because no matter what I love you. And you love me too right?” He asked softly, gazing into your eyes.

“Of course I do. I love you, always, no matter what.”

He smiled big, before giving you a soft kiss. “Exactly love. Love… hurts sometimes. But I know I want to make us last, so I’m going to put in the work, even if it hurts. As long as you love me, it’s worth it,”

“Do your friends know you’re this big of a softie?” You giggled.

He quickly picked you up leaving you to yelp. “My sensitivity is reserved for you. And I’ll cherish yours and the fact that you chose to share it with me always,”

“Oh my, you are a romantic Lee Minho,”

You both laughed as he spun you around his apartment. The sound of your laughter being the representative sound of your love.

a/n hihi!! i hope u enjoyed this one 🥹 let me know if u did please!! i appreciate the likes and reblog on my college au! seungmin fic. i went a bit angsty on this one, leaning into hurt/comfort side lmao 😭 if u liked it feel free to reblog so more people can see it or just tell me 🥹 i’ll feel so happy if someone told me they liked my writing. okay okay i’ve talked enough. i hope u have a good dayyy bye <333

[blacklegsanjiii]

Some hcs about ASL x S! Of course, if you don't mind

• Even if the ASL brothers loved food, I think they just noticed how hard cooking was after seeing Sanji cook. How some recipes need hours and hours, how even a little mistake can spoil all the food, how that don't matter how good you are cooking, accidents still happen and Sanji end up with some cuts and burns. Sometimes Sanji even needing to put bandages in his hands.

• I believe most times ASL and Garp go at Baratie, the restaurant is closed or Zeff closes it when they arrive. So they never saw all the chaos that Baratie is on common days. I can perfectly see a time where the restaurant docks at Foosha and ASL go see their boyfriend, but Baratie is open and he's working. So they sit and don't have other option than just wait. It's crazy for them how Sanji manages to go between being a waiter and a cook, take down various customer orders and remember what food go at what table, carry twenty-odd dishes at once, and still having just a fifteen minutes break.

• This hc is more for Fem!Sanji, but I believe that Sanji was taught that she should be a lady, always with a smile and sweet personality. And while she IS this way naturally, she isn't just this. So I believe that, after Germa, she would still hide half of herself as a way to protect her. The more you knows her, the more she shows all of her. And I can see Sanji freely acting like a little shit while with ASL because she trusts them, even more after dating. They don't notice this until someone point this, maybe Makino, and after noticing they just start to help her show who she is in full.

ASL x S has taken over this blog in veins similar to when Warlord!Sanji first happened which is fine by me. Get this man some love!

I feel like if Sanji was dating them when he was learning how to butcher things they would see him constantly with bandages on his hands. Burns from morons not telling him hot pans as well as his own dumb mistakes. Sanji shows them some basic recipes and how to cook more effectively on a fire and burning himself. He stares dejectedly at the fire and with an 'et tu, brute' attitude as he continues on like nothing bad happened. Sanji fucks something up and sighs as he apologizes at the inedibility of it but his boyfriends scarf it down regardless. Sanji is used to his boyfriends forgoing taste for edibility on more than one occasion unless Sanji absolutely demands they do not eat something for fear of poisoning them all.

One time The Baratie is docked on Foosha with normal business hours, not closing due to the boyfriends or Garp coming to eat, ASL go to surprise their boyfriend but instead find an absolute shitshow of a rush. Waiters are scrambling and there's a lot of yelling from the back kitchen and those who know ASL tell them they don't have time for them today. Sanji will be out if he's awake after close. There's just too much happening and not enough staff and they're fucking swamped. Then Sanji joins in on waiting tables because there's not enough waiters and he's going back and forth in a chef coat from waiting tables to cooking and he's so loud. The way he yells 'behind', 'to your left/right' 'hot' with a projection they've only ever heard from Garp of all people is rattling. They sit and watch through the rush until close and join in on cleaning up, mostly Sabo makes Ace and Luffy join in because they've never cleaned a day in their life but the staff is grateful and Zeff does make them something to eat with the staff of Baratie. Of course everyone is so wiped out that Ace carries Sanji to his room and he's out before they're even halfway there. Sabo and Ace are debating on getting Sanji changed when Luffy just lays on top of him and falls asleep making it impossible to change their boyfriend, so of course they pile on top as well.

Okay now Fem!Sanji being a shit. This has to be accurate. Being raised a princess and then as Zeff's daughter has to make perfectly lady like but also...look at the men she's around on the Baratie. She's pulled some shit and always gets away with it because she's Zeff's darling daughter, she would never do anything like choke Patty with his own socks, never! ASL know what she's like though, she's a gremlin like them, not as feral but definitely a gremlin. Makino has definitely seen the attitude shift from when Zeff is gone and she's free and clear to not have to worry about getting in trouble for getting dirty and acting like a child. She's free with them. Makino probably brings it up to them at some point, the way Sanji morphs from Zeff's princess to jungle gremlin like them, she's absolutely fond of the girl and it's clear in her voice, but they pay closer attention after that, or at least try to. Sanji doesn't like getting dirty or bugs but she loves climbing and swimming in the river and doing dumb shit with her boyfriends. Maybe they try to get her to be more brash and open, but she's still theirs. Always will be.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

how do the m6 act when they're feeling petty??? and how does mc deal with it?

The Arcana HCs: M6 being petty

~ how do I begin to say how much I love writing about these lovely characters being typically human? Thanks for the prompt anon, enjoy! - brainrot ~

Julian

He acts petty about the smaller things as a way of being silly. He can hold onto a hurt, but he prefers to deal with that stuff more directly

You see it come out the most with his younger sister Pasha

She'll be rolling her eyes at him, telling him he's an idiot and she doesn't need his help

He'll be cleaning up after dinner with her and put everything away on the top shelves

She'll get annoyed and start telling him to pull them back down for her: "I know you know what you're doing wrong, Ilya!"

"What's that? I'm just your idiot older brother, Pasha, since when do I know what I'm doing?"

"I mean it! Take them down for me now, you know I can't reach up there!"

"I thought you didn't need my help."

He'll be giving her his usual rogueish grin, casually dodging her swipes at his kneecaps as he pulls everything back down

He wants to get his point across though, so he'll use the opportunity to reorganize her kitchen while she's distracted

Now the dish towels are in the oven and the sugar and salt are mixed up. He might even dose Pepi with some catnip on the way out

Asra

For someone with such a chillaxed approach to life, they are surprisingly easy to annoy

And yes, he gets petty when he's irritated

It rarely happens with you (usually when you're trying to annoy them on purpose), and then his petty retaliation prank is just for show (or to make a gentle point)

But if it's someone being genuinely maddening, maybe a Karen in the market place or a self-important jerk cutting in line?

Barely detectable spells designed to make them question reality in a decidedly unpleasant, but harmless way

The Karen screaming about the pumpkin bread being overbaked is suddenly under a 30 minute enchantment that makes her say the opposite of what she intends to

You've never heard anyone serve compliments so angrily: "Exceptional service! This bread is flawless! You're not being unreasonable, I am!" All while slowly turning purple with rage

And oh no, look at that, the guy who shouldered his way in front of you moments ago just made a beeline for the public lavatory, almost like he has sudden diarrhea

"Oh no, MC," Asra whispers quietly in your ear, dimples dancing, "Oh nooo ..."

Nadia

She gets petty when she feels like she's been insulted or underestimated

It's not her best look, but she has a lot of pent-up resentment about feeling constantly humiliated by her older sisters

So of course, that's what she does to the unfortunate nobleman who tries to mansplain his way out of taking care of his tenants in front of her court

She'll pull out the file of information she's gathered and grill him with no mercy: "You currently own 4 properties valued at ____, correct? And you charge your tenants ____ per month?"

You watch him go pale and gulp, "er, yes, Countess. But with the rain, building costs-"

"Your maintenance to date is estimated at costing you ____, leaving over 50 separate complaints unaddressed, some of which are several years old. If my numbers are correct, (and they are always correct, nobleman) you still have _____ in profits. That should easily cover the estimated ____ required to restore acceptable living conditions. I expect to receive a glowing report from your tenants next quarter. Will there be any issues?"

She usually feels guilty afterwards, but you can't blame her. It's just so gratifying

Muriel

He can hold a grudge, but his brand of petty is hard to notice until you get to know him better

It'll only happen with people he trusts, when they do something he disapproves of

For example, the time Asra visited and decided to feed the chickens some breadcrumbs soaked in mead. Just for fun

Watching tipsy poultry stagger and drunkenly cluck around your front yard was hilarious, but also a little sad

And Muriel doesn't appreciate it when someone disrespects nature. Even Asra

He'll sulk. It's a little comedic to watch a full grown man give someone the cold shoulder and huff and stomp his way around the hut, but it's surprisingly effective

Especially when Inanna joins in, skulking by his side and shooting the occasional disdainful glare

Asra crumbles when Faust sides with them, riding on Inanna's back and blepping at her master reproachfully

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have -" *giggle* "I shouldn't have intoxicated your chickens! It was very rude of me."

Really the apology is all Muriel wants, he'll stop sulking and maybe laugh about it later

Portia

She gets petty when someone comments on an insecurity of hers without meaning to

Being the younger sister of a charismatic older brother means that she *hates* being compared to him

She'll be enjoying drinks with you one evening at the Rowdy Raven, and one of the local regulars will make the wrong comment

"Hey, it's Devorak's little sister! Look at you carrying all those drinks, I bet you can hold your liquor almost as well as he can."

Uh oh. It's on.

She'll turn, smiling sweetly, and challenge him to a drinking contest in front of the whole tavern. He'll need help getting home

She won't stop there, either. After that it's arm wrestling, darts, even an insult war in which you hear some of the most creative roasts you've ever come across

All as her Nevivon accent gets thicker and thicker, curls flying and eyes sparking with triumph as she demolishes poor fool after poor fool

She'll be embarrassed about getting so carried away the next morning while she's nursing her hangover

It's worth it because Julian is now known at the Raven as "Miss Portia's older brother"

Lucio

In the same way that he only throws his tantrums cathartically, his pettiness is his other method of handling his short temper

On one hand, you're proud of him. It's a big improvement from ordering someone's execution because he didn't like what they said about him

On the other hand, it's hard to take him seriously when his response to an unwelcome comment is to mimick it back in their faces because he can't come up with a witty comeback

He'll be passing back by a merchant he tried to haggle with earlier when their shop assistant makes a friendly jab at him

"Hey, Mr Adventurer! You back for that deal, or is it still too much?"

He'll barely miss a beat spluttering before he whirls around and responds in a squeaky mocking voice at the top of his lungs:

"Hey shopkeep! You back for that deal, or am I still too much?"

Apparently, the teenaged assistant in question is gifted in both good humor and snark. There's a crowd gathering for the free entertainment and it's fueling both of them

Neither of them seem afraid of being immature in public so you wait it out at the nearby tea stand until they're satisfied

(If you liked Lucio's part, I highly recommend the meme my lovely mutual sent me based off of it here)

[shane-mc]

Be With You

A/N: Hi lovely people! My brain is not working for the new chapter of my fan fiction The Punishment so here's a one shot for now. This is a long one and contains smut. It’s my first time to write a smut so bear with me. Hope you all like it.

Warning: Swearing and Sexual Content. 18+

After Hannah has been found, MC never heard from Jake and it's already been 3 months. She decided to move to Duskwood to be near her friends. Everyday, she keeps on waiting for a message from Jake but none. It's killing her. She missed him so much. Despite of this, she remained strong because deep down she knows that he's still alive and safe. She trusts him that he will keep his promise that they will see each other. Even though it broke her heart when Richy's burnt dead body was found inside the mine, she felt happy and relieved that it was not Jake. There's no other dead body found inside the mine and there's no news about a wanted hacker being captured so these give her hope. She believes that one day, Jake will find his way to her. Even though she hasn't seen his face yet nor heard his real voice, she truly loves him and she's willing to wait for him even for a long time.

It was already 1 AM but MC still can't sleep. Jake had been occupying her mind. She kept on reading their last conversation.

Jake: I love you, MC.

MC: I love you too, Jake.

Tears fell down from her eyes. She can't stop herself from crying. She closed their chat and put her phone on the bed side table. "Jake, please come back to me. I miss you so much". She's about to close her eyes to go to sleep when suddenly she received a notification on her phone. She reached for it and when she saw the message, her heart jumped. It was from Jake.

Jake: Hello MC :)

She quickly typed to reply. Her hands were shaking.

MC: Jake! Oh my God you're alive! Why did you just reached out to me now? I'm so worried about you. You don't know how much it kills me everyday waiting for your message.

Jake: I am so sorry MC. I didn't want to worry you but I had to lay low and work hard for my pursuers to lose track on me.

MC: It's okay Jake. I'm so happy to know that you're alive. So are you safe now?

Jake: Yes I am, for now.

MC: We'll see each other here in Duskwood?

Jake: Yes, we will. :)

MC: I missed you so much Jake. See you soon.

Jake: I missed you too MC. You're my source of strength all this time. See you soon. :)

MC was so happy that Jake's back and they'll finally see each other. All the sadness and exhaustion have now been replaced with happiness and excitement. MC drifted off to sleep thinking about their first meeting.

It's already 11 AM when MC woke up. She already took a shower and headed to her kitchen to cook something to eat. Suddenly, she heard her doorbell ring. She went to her door to see who it was. When she opened it, there's a man standing in front dressed in all black. He's wearing a hoodie and a black mask so it's only showing his piercing blue eyes which were looking straight into her. It was Jake.

Jake: Hi MC.

MC: Jake? Is that you?

Jake: Yes, it's me.

MC jumped on to him to hug him. She hugged him like she never want to let go. Jake hugged her back. MC no longer bothered to ask Jake how did he find out where she lives, he's a great hacker for a reason.

MC: Jake, I am so happy that you're finally here.

Jake: Me too MC. I am so happy to finally see you.

They stayed there for a while hugging each other when Jake interrupted their moment.

Jake: Uhm MC, I would love to hug you for as long as I want but we're still outside in front of your apartment.

MC let go from their hug.

MC: Oops sorry, come on in.

Both of them went inside her apartment.

MC: It's still daytime. Is it safe for you?

Jake: Don't worry MC. I'm safe and besides I wanted to just act normal instead of sneaking here at night.

MC: You have a point. Did you eat already? I'm actually just about to cook Chicken Adobo. It's a Filipino dish I learned. It's delicious. You have to try it.

Jake: I actually haven't eaten yet and I would love to try it.

MC: Great! Just sit on the couch while waiting for me.

Jake: Do you need any help?

MC: No, you're my guest so I'll take care of you. Just stay there and relax.

Jake: All right. Thank you MC.

After MC finished cooking their food, she and Jake enjoyed eating. Jake loved it so he ate a lot and MC was so happy. After eating and washing the dishes, they both sat beside each other on the couch. They started to have small talk and enjoyed learning new things about each other. After a while, Jake took his laptop from his backpack and opened it. He checked the location of his pursuers. MC got curious and asked him about what he's doing. Jake went on to explain to MC and showed her things he's using for hacking. MC listened to Jake attentively even though she really didn't understand what he's saying. She admires him talking about his expertise. MC slowly leaned closer to Jake and kissed him on the lips. Jake was shocked with the sudden kiss.

MC: I... I am sorry. I.. I just can't help it. ( MC said embarassed. )

Jake: No, you don't have to apologize. I actually needed that.

Jake looked at her and smiled. MC smiled back after hearing what Jake said.

MC: Me too. Though it's not how I imagined. Remember, in my imagination that I told you, you're the one who kissed me.

Jake: Well, I can always do that later, right?

MC: Right.

Both Jake and MC's face were red. They can't hide how they feel about that kiss.

MC: Jake, will you be okay if I leave you for a while. I just need to buy some things.

Jake: Yes, I will be fine.

MC: I'll be right back.

Jake: All right, be safe.

Jake continued to work on his laptop while waiting for MC.

After an hour, MC's back carrying a few paper bags.

MC: Jake, these are for you. ( MC handed Jake the few paper bags and sat beside him. )

Jake: MC what are these?

MC: Those are hoodies, shirts, and pants. Don't worry, they're all black. Oh I also bought some boxers for you, I'm not sure about your size so hopefully they fit. I thought you might need them during your stay here.

Jake: MC you didn't have to. I... I won't actually be staying for long and... I won't be able to carry them with me.

MC: What do you mean you're not be staying for long? You're... you're going to leave me?

Jake: MC I have to. I can't stay with you for a long time. It's dangerous for you.

MC: Then take me with you!

Jake: No! I'm not going to do that. I won't let you leave your normal life and be on the run with me. You don't deserve that kind of life!

MC: But that's what I want!

Jake: No MC! I won't allow that. You can't!

MC was so hurt and disappointed. She stood up to go to her room.

MC: I'm going to my room to rest. If you're still going to stay, just feel at home.

Jake: MC... MC please talk to me.

MC did not respond and went straight to her room and locked the door. Jake just let her be. He thought he needed to give her some space.

After 2 hours, MC went out from her room all dressed up and wearing a make up. She then proceeded to put on her boots and leather jacket. Jake was confused.

Jake: MC, where are you going?

MC: I'm going to the Aurora bar to get some drinks and enjoy the night.

Jake: Why?

MC: Because I want to, Jake.

Jake: MC please just stay.

MC: No

Jake: Can I at least drop you off there?

MC: No, I'm fine. If you feel hungry, there are still left overs from what we ate earlier, just preheat it in the microwave. Make sure to lock the doors and don't open for anyone.

MC went out and drove her way to the Aurora.

It's already 1 AM but MC's not yet home. Jake was already so worried. He tried to text and call her but she's not answering. He decided to go to the Aurora to look for MC. After walking for a few minutes, he arrived at the Aurora and went inside. It was still full of people and a loud music was playing. Jake looked for MC. He then spotted her dancing so close with a man. When he looked clearly, he realized that it was Phil. He was holding MC's waist while she's swaying her hips along with the music. Phil then stopped her from dancing, he put his hand on her cheek. He leaned to her closer and when he's about to kiss MC, someone grabbed her away from him. Both Phil and MC was shocked. When MC looked at the man who grabbed her, she saw that it was Jake.

Phil: What the fuck man?! What is your problem?

Jake: You are my problem!

Phil: Who the fuck are you to interrupt our moment?

Jake: I am her boyfriend so back off if you don't want me to ruin your life.

Phil: Boyfriend? Really? Is that true MC?

MC did not answer Phil.

MC: Sorry Phil I have to go.

Jake then dragged MC out of the Aurora.

MC: Jake, let me go! You're hurting me!

Jake didn't realize that he had been holding MC's wrist so tight. He let her go.

Jake: Give me your keys.

MC: I can drive.

Jake: You are drunk.

MC: I'm not. I'm still sober.

Jake: Just give me your fucking keys MC!

Jake yelled at MC. She was shocked with his outburst. She gave him her keys and not argue anymore.

After a while, they arrived at MC's apartment. After they both went inside, Jake slammed the door so hard.

MC: What the fuck Jake?! Are you trying to destroy my apartment?!

Jake: What was that MC?!

MC: I don't know what you mean.

Jake: Seriously?! Just because I told you I can't be with you, you went to that womanizer?!

MC: So what Jake?! It's none of your concern!

Jake: Of course it is my concern MC! I promised to protect you!

MC: Protect me?! Protect me Jake?! You're going to fucking leave me!!! So how can you protect me?!

Jake: That's why I'm leaving! To protect you! How many times do I have to tell you that it's dangerous?!

MC: Bullshit Jake! I know it's dangerous! When I got involved with Hannah's case, I know it's dangerous but I still continued because of you! When I allowed myself to fall in love with you, I fucking know it's dangerous! But I don't care! Fuck I'll even follow you to the ends of the earth just to be with you! I don't care leaving and sacrificng my normal life Jake, as long as I'm with the one I love. With you! But I guess I'm the only one who wants that.

MC was so hurt. She had been crying all this time. It breaks Jake’s heart to see MC like this. All he just wanted is to protect her but deep down his heart, he wants her to be with him. MC turned her back to Jake but he grabbed her hand to face him. He quickly held her face and crashed his lips in to hers. He kissed her deeply and full of passion. At first, MC was not able to respond but when she realized what was happening, she kissed him back deeply with the same passion. They moaned into each other’s mouth. Their tongues danced together. MC wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Jake supported her thru her butt. They made their way to the bedroom without breaking the kiss. Jake gently placed MC in the bed. They broke the kiss to gasp for air, their foreheads pressed together.

Jake: Are you sure you want to leave this life and be on the run with me?

MC: I have never been sure so sure about anything in my life except this Jake. So please, please let me be with you.

Jake: If that’s what you want.

MC: I love you Jake.

Jake: I love you too.

Their lips crashed again together kissing each other hard. In between kisses, they tore each other’s clothes until they were both naked. Jake devoured MC’s neck while kneading her breasts with both hands. He kissed his way down and licked and sucked her already hard nipples. MC’s moans became louder. Jake’s other hand found it’s way on her wet pussy. He smiled knowing how she’s so ready for him. He massaged her clit and pushed 2 fingers inside. MC’s breathing became heavier. She loved what Jake was doing to her body. Jake replaced his fingers with his mouth. He licked MC’s wet folds and sucked her clit like it was his dessert. MC couldn’t take it any longer as she orgasmed on Jake’s mouth. He drunk all her juices sucking her dry. “You taste so good MC”. MC pulled Jake back into her mouth tasting her own. She pushed him slowly to change position. Now she’s the one on top. She did the same things Jake did to her. She devoured his neck and kissed her way down until she reached Jake’s erection. She took it with her hand and pumped him slowly. MC started to lick and suck the head making him jerk and moan from pleasure. She took all his erection into her mouth and moved her head up and down. Jake’s breathing became heavier. Before reaching his climax, he pulled MC back to his mouth and kissed her. Jake rolled them over so he’s back on top without breaking the kiss. He stopped when he realized something.

Jake: MC, I did not bring a protection with me.

MC reached thru her bedside table cabinet and took a condom.

MC: Here, use this.

Jake: Wow. Do you usually store condoms with you?

MC: No, I actually just bought it earlier when I went shopping. I expected yours is big so I think I got the right size.

Jake: So, you anticipated this to happen huh?

MC: Of course, and I’m disappointed that you didn’t.

Jake: You have no idea how much I wanted this.

MC: Then fuck me already!

Jake: Patience my love.

Jake tore the pack of condom with his mouth and wrapped it around his cock. He gently put his erection inside MC’s wet pussy. They both gasped when he entered her fully. He started to thrust slowly until he made the pace faster making MC moan wildly. He fucked her fast and hard. The heat started to build up. MC scratched Jake’s back while he’s holding MC’s waist tightly. After a few more thrusts they both reached their climax. Jake pulled out from MC and discarded the condom. He then lied beside her hugging her in a spoon position. Jake placed gentle kisses on MC’s shoulder.

Jake: So, are you ready to start your journey with me?

MC: I am so ready Jake. When do we leave?

Jake: Tomorrow, but don’t worry, we don’t need to be in a hurry. We still have time to repeat this.

MC: I would love that. Good thing I bought a few condoms with me.

Jake: Haha. I fucking love you MC!

MC: I love you too Jake, so much.

They both drifted off to sleep thinking that even though what’s waiting for them will not be easy, they have each other and together they can conquer it all.

A/N: Phew! I squeezed my brain to write this. Hopefully you all enjoyed.

[seroothincs]

Can we have headcanons of Don Vittorio please?

Oh boy, here we go I won’t say that I don’t like him but he shows up so briefly that I can’t even form a reason to like him, yeah sure he’s pretty cool and overall very interesting as a character but we barely see him involved in any of the mob’s plans.

His most recent appearance though still let us as the viewers know that he’s very much alive and working with his team, in “Many Saints of Springfield” he was eating with the others at the table and asked if that “Little matter” got taken care of.

His Personality is a mystery as well, course he seems like a serious and hard–working man but we never know what someone is really like behind closed doors. Vittorio’s debut in “Homie the clown” definitely gave him some depth, he’s shown to be a fan of Krusty so maybe he really likes humour. Forget like, he possibly adores comedy over everything seeing as he described Krusty as “A funny man of such genius”.

Though he’s a man to not mess with, he had no problem with shooting both Homer and Krusty. He seems good-hearted to me, not on the outside of course but on the inside, when he’s talking with only the people he trusts, he can be kind.

Not to everyone but maybe just his consigliere Dan Gillick and Tony, but only really AT TIMES with him because the two have never really been friends or anything, always just partners that concentrated on their business.

Headcanons:

Vittorio speaks fluent English but he chooses to talk in Italian, it’s much more simple that way and comfortable. It’s also the same with Jimmy “the Axe”.

The reason they hired someone like Dan Gillick with the perfect IQ level to solve such money crisis situations and to both help out with some office stuff is that Vittorio is very – lacking in the mathematical field because of his upbringing as a young boy. And because he doesn’t have any education in that area, and he’s supposed to give out orders as the don, he’s kind of perplexed whenever it revolves around money. He could never do equations, he didn’t even go to any schools. Vittorio was persistent that his equations made total sense even though Legs always stated that everything was wrong and his input would then start another round of pointless bickering around maths equations.

Vittorio did marry twice in his life, one time he had a lady in his 20s which didn’t last very long and now his current wife who he spent the most of his lifetime with. The two even have children of their own, two boys who are grown up and have families themselves. Both live outside of Springfield and due to some problems with Vittorio, they have promised to never ever return there.

His favourite dish is Braciola. He’s also a really big meat lover.

If you met Vittorio in the current time where he looks very old, you wouldn’t think anything big about his past but actually he was very muscular in his youth. He was street smart and knew everyone in his neighbourhood. He picked up Judo from an old French instructor who had his own dojo in Skid row.

If anybody plays “Simpsons: Tapped out” you would know that Rancho Relaxo comes with Don Vittorio, unlocking him as a playable character. That was interesting. Rancho relaxo is a very prosperous spa with many activities to do and relaxation to go under. Vittiorio himself appeared in “Home Sweet Homediddly-Dum-Doodily” though it was offscreen and only his voice was heard.

That gave me an idea.

What if Rancho Relaxo is actually Vittorio’s business, he had established it in the late 40s and continues to profit off it. Occasionally he also likes to spend some time relaxing and peace at it.

And he sometimes gifts his employees coupons. (What’s funny and adds to this is that one of the many jobs Vittorio has in the game is to “Relax at Rancho Relaxo” for 24 hours, can you blame that man? With all the stress he has with his mafia, he deserves every second of peace and quiet)

Speaking of Rancho Relaxo, Vittorio was and is more than just a simple don for his mafia. He’s a wealthy Businessman, a real Legitimate Businessman who owns a lot of hotels and clubs around Springfield and back in Italy. Some of these establishments he owns are the Glitz Carlton, The Springfield Glen Country club and Plato's Republic Casino.

Vittorio seems like a friendly animal lover, seeing as he has a cat in the tapped out game. That’s pretty cute so see that even he has a soft spot.

 I know I posted this in like a separate one but I just wanted to include this here especially since it’s a very personal headcanon and one I especially believe to be true.

We usually just describe the Springfield mafia as the D'amico mob because Tony is more involved with it than Vittorio is, even though he is the real don. This could just mean the writers often forget about Vittorio (like I do at times) or there's something else here that is left for me to discover. I wholeheartedly believe that Tony is really the don of the Springfield mafia, maybe and just maybe, Years ago Vittorio did step down as the don and passed the role onto Tony though now that HE was in charge he saw an increase of assassination attempts, not only on himself but on his whole team. The Gang that was responsible for these attacks were the Esposito's, a very old gang that has been at it with the DiMaggio's since the 30s and well the don of that family just so happened to be Vittorio's arch nemesis. Many, many times have they tried to assassinate Vittorio but he was always a step ahead. Now with Vittorio gone and the word quickly spreading on the streets, the Esposito's take their chance and try to finally eliminate the now renamed D'amico mob. They beg Vittorio to come back since the attacks are so brutal they don't know how to deal with them, even the more professional and clever capos such as Lefty and Righty are clueless.

Vittorio simply rolls his eyes, groans and comes back, announcing himself to be the don BUT only appears as an acting boss for his mob.

Tony is still in charge which he rightfully deserves but Vittorio is simply just there to remain as a shield for the D'Amicos, 'cuz now with him back the don of the Esposito's is absolutely destroyed and knows he can't go on with his attacks since Vittorio was always the clever ace and knew how to stop him each time.

And so now they're just waiting for that don to die of old age so that Tony can finally operate as the official don in peace and Vittorio can step into his much needed retirement.

And I also wanna point out someone especially curious from my earlier post.

The hat and Vittorio seem to be very close. Perhaps The hat has been friends with the don since the younger years of the mob, Vittorio wanted him to be part of the family but The hat refused every time. He did not intend on joining yet he was okay with serving as an informant to give the family all the materials and resources they needed in order to take care of some .. “Clients and other Legitimate Businessmen”.

And these should be all my headcanons for him. Like I said, Vittorio does not hold much importance for me but I will admit he’s an intriguing man.

[taylorslovesswifties]

BABYDOLL EP. 10

May 4, 2022

I wiped my lips with a napkin, careful not to smudge my lipstick. Carlos and I had met as agreed. He picked me up from my room at eight o'clock exactly as he said he would. We came to a nice restaurant, ordered the same dish and talked endlessly.

"How come you've never had mussels before? It was one of the best meals I've ever had in my life. I ate when we went to the Istanbul Grand Prix. Come on, get up, we're going for mussels." He got up from the table and held out his hand. I looked at him in amazement, at his outstretched hand and the half-eaten pasta on our plates.

"But we haven't finished eating yet?" He smiled and took my hand and made me stand up.

"Trust me, once you've had mussels, you'll never want to eat anything else again." We walked away from the table, and Carlos hurried to the cash register, refusing to even split the bill, despite my insistence. I was standing near the entrance of the restaurant so I could see people coming in, and a couple walked in hand in hand. I looked up from my phone and tried to look at the people entering the restaurant but it was too crowded. Carlos came over and put his hand on my waist.

"Are you ready to go?" I nodded and took a moment to fix my hair. We walked slowly towards the door, the crowd around us thinning as we walked and the couple walked through the door. Charles was holding Alexandra's hand tightly, waiting for their table to be ready. Their gaze fell on me and then on Carlos' hand on my back. I kept my composure, ignored him and left the place. When I got in the car with Carlos, I was thinking about Charles seeing us like this the whole trip. We parked in front of a small stall. Carlos got out of the car and ran over to open my door, offering me his arm to get out of the car. I took his arm and we walked to the man in the navy blue apron standing at the counter.

"Welcome young people. How much should I prepare, Carlos, my son?" Wow, he knows your name, I murmured. Carlos turned to me, waited a moment and then answered.

"Make it twenty. Warm-up round." I chuckled and shoved my hands in my dress pockets.

"I see you care a lot about mussels. Since everyone who's a mussel man knows you." Carlos handed me one of the mussels he'd prepared and after showing me how to eat it, I did the same and popped it into my mouth with a squeeze of lemon.

"I told you it was good." He puffed out his chest proudly and tossed the shells of the mussels we'd finished into the trash on the side.

"You told me, but I honestly didn't think it would be this good." After I put a few more mussels in my mouth, we got into the car. After putting on my belt, Carlos turned to me to talk.

"So where are we going, black swan?"

"Black swan? Did you really call me a black swan?"

"It was the first name I thought of because of your hair. "If you don't like it, we can change it. How about 'black-haired witch' or 'queen of the track'?" Carlos smiled and turned to me for a few seconds.

"I like the last one, but you're wrong, I'm not the queen of the track. Everyone says I'm the queen because I'm the only woman driver in the F1 team."

"You shouldn't think so little of yourself. You're much more than that. No one has ever finished in the top five in their first race."

"I think you're exaggerating, I could name dozens of names." He shrugged and rolled down the windows.

"I would add you to those names." I laughed and fidgeted to find a comfortable position on the sofa.

"Okay, Spanish King, you can take me to the hotel where we're staying." He must not have thought I would use that nickname again because he looked at me in surprise.

"So we're back to the Spanish king, black swan. "Attention, the black swan is being dropped back at the hotel!" he shouted sticking his head out of the window, I sat up and reached out to pull him into the car. I laughed and covered his mouth.

"Hey someone could have heard!" I wish I had met you much earlier, maybe things would have been different then. We walked around the back of the hotel, got out after Carlos parked the car in the outdoor parking lot in the garden. We walked arm in arm down the gravel path into the hotel and took the elevator. We got into the elevator and I decided to take my phone out of my bag to take a picture until we got to the floor where we pressed the button.

"How about taking a photo?" He smiled and nodded. We stood in front of the mirror, he put his hand on my waist and brought our bodies closer. I adjusted the camera so that our faces weren't visible and took a few pictures. Then I turned the camera around and made silly faces and kept taking pictures.

"I haven't had such a fun night in a very long time. Thank you, Carlos. "For tonight and for the car. And for the clams."

"You're welcome, but you really shouldn't thank me so much, it's not good for my ego. You're welcome for a wonderful night after such a long time. I got you a present because you liked the mussels. Here's the black swan." He showed me the box he had hidden behind his back and handed it to me to open. I lifted the lid of the white box, glanced briefly at the dozens of mussels inside, then raised my head to look at Carlos.

"More clams? This is one of the best gifts I have ever received, but these mussels are too many. I don't think I can finish it on my own. Can you help me with this, Your Excellency, the Spaniard king?" Suddenly a laugh rose from his throat and we continued laughing, trying to hold ourselves back. I was trying to speak, trying not to choke on my laughter and it was very difficult. We were immediately silenced by the noise coming from the room across from us and we listened.

"If you keep giggling, I won't hesitate to hit you over the head with this stick I have in my hand right now!" Carlos grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the room. I took a deep breath and realizing that I was still holding the box of mussels in my hand, I put the box on the table in the room.

"Carlos we forgot to close the door!" After closing the door, I opened the box in front of me and took out a mussel and started to eat it. If I had a stomach bug at night, Carlost was definitely responsible for it. The clock struck midnight and we were both lying on the floor, exhausted from dinner.

"I guess I won't be able to eat for two days."

"There's a good chance we'll both end up with an upset stomach." I crawled to the mini fridge and took out a bottle of red wine.

"Would you like some wine?" He nodded and sat up, leaning his back against the seat.

"The glasses are too high up, so we'll drink from the bottle." I tried to uncork the bottle without the corkscrew, but it didn't work. I reached into the drawer and pulled out a knife. After some effort, I uncapped the bottle and poured the wine over my head.

"Slow down, champ, I'm not going to keep it." I handed him the cold bottle, he reached for it and took a few sips.

"You know, I've never warmed up to a person so fast in such a short time."

"Well, well, confessions are coming. God, I don't know what to say!" He laughed and put the bottle down.

"So we're joking."

"I'm kidding, I've warmed up to you too, man." I held my hand up for him to high-five me, and he tapped my hand and ran his fingers through mine.

"I'd better go now, it's getting late. Good night, Anna." I started to walk him to the door but he told me to sit down.

"No need to get up, I know the way to the door, get some rest. "We leave in five hours." He opened the door just after we said goodbye and closed it quietly behind him. After she left, I barely picked myself up off the floor and went to the bathroom to remove my makeup. Then I put on my pajamas and lay down on my soft bed. Minutes later I fell into a deep sleep, wondering how I would get up in the morning.

[jongnorp]

WELCOME HOME, LEE HYEON!

You've got the keys, unlock your new world!

NAME. LEE HYEON. DATE OF BIRTH. 20021118. OCCUPATION. MAN RAPPER & VOCALIST OF NEWAVE. NATIONALITY. SOUTH-KOREAN.

FREE FORM.

act 1: mid-2014.

familiarity is defined by ramyeon wrappers strewn across hardwood floors and sticky-notes saying we’ll be home late, so don’t wait up. do the dishes before you go to bed. hyeon thinks he could perfectly forge his mom’s signature if he wanted to, given how she communicates with him more through handwritten notes than she does through speaking. he tests this idea for the first time when his failing math report requires a parental signature; he turns it in a day later and mr. goh doesn’t question it for a second. (“i’ll do better from now on,” hyeon assures time and time again, but the words hold no meaning. he must have some kind of genetic predisposition to falling through on his promises — god knows he isn’t the only member of the lee family who can’t be trusted.)

all in all, it’s fine. life is fine. nothing outright bad happens and the no child left behind policy at his school ensures that even after flunking not one but both semesters, hyeon still moves forward with everyone else and his parents never hear about it. he might tell them, if they asked — just to see if they’d react. if his mom would offer to find a tutor, if his dad would scold him. but he thinks it’s more likely that neither of them would do anything at all and he doesn’t want to watch his words go in one ear and out the other in real-time, so he doesn’t bother.

act 2: late 2016.

there’s a lot to be said about lee hyeon when the most interesting thing in his life is a second-degree burn left by a pot of boiling water. it’s his own fault: he’s standing barefoot in the kitchen, spending another night cooking ramyeon whilst balancing the landline between his ear and shoulder. he’s talking to his friend about some far-fetched idea of becoming rap gods, partners in crime — they’ll call themselves sweendakk and king crab. it isn’t funny in retrospect, but they’re fourteen and stupid, so they’re both laughing until they aren’t. suddenly, hyeon’s cursing under his breath, unsure of what to do as the water scalds half his leg through his jeans and seeps to his feet.

a week later, his mom stands in the dimly illuminated doorframe of his bedroom, looking in at her teenage son who refuses to look back. “i heard about your burn. why didn’t you call me or your father, hyeon? you act like we’re just people you happen to live with instead of your parents,” she says, and hyeon detects some dull concern lurking beneath the surface. a rare display. it pokes at something in his chest and in his throat, makes him feel sentimental and nauseated.

“don’t act like it matters now,” is all he can muster up in response.

he realizes that hostility festers in dim corners and he’s angrier inside than the daylight shows. he asks reddit if making his mom cry means he’s a bad person, and enough people say that his worry is enough to confirm that he isn’t, so he never apologizes.

act 3: late 2018.

he relies on the internet to fill a void. the realization comes too late, when his friends are discussing how fast the channel’s subscriber count is growing and he’s doing everything he can to suppress his grin. truth is, it feels good to be seen by someone other than the same four guys he’s been hanging out with for as long as he can remember; better still when some bullshit rap they put together under the title ‘the minor inconvenience song’ goes viral. their video & recording equipment is subpar at best, and years down the line hyeon will recall his lyrics as lacking tact; but at 17, he’s on top of the world.

confidence gets you far—for hyeon, it gets him through auditions for the third season of high school rapper. it’s the first time he turns his back on his friends, and the first time since the youtube channel’s creation that uploads come to a stand-still.

if you ask him, he has better things to worry about.

act 4: mid-2020.

high school rapper comes & goes; humbled by third place, hyeon has just settled back into the familiarity of skipping class & filming with his friends (now a little different around him, he notices—but they deny any suspicions with such confidence that hyeon ceases his questioning) when he catches wind of some company called canvas labs. a new, innovative label looking for talent; he files them away in the back of his mind as a shit-show waiting to happen.

but it’s funny, the way things work out—still chasing the high he felt when his song went viral & the thrill of being on tv, he’s particularly susceptible to sweet talk. and that’s just what he’s subjected to some summer evening on his way out of a venue in gangnam: the interaction is a blur with hazy remnants of ‘talent like you’, ‘high school rapper performances’, ‘come audition’ and ‘canvas labs’ burning a hole in his subconscious. he doesn’t want to be an idol, really. he’s always talked shit about their insincerity, but now that he’s gotten a taste of the spotlight, it doesn’t seem so bad.

he laughs about the agent with his friends, but he scours the internet for details as soon as he gets home.

within months, he’s a trainee.

act 5: mid-2023.

the practice room bears witness to every ugly moment of hyeon’s journey, so it’s only natural that he’s staring at his sweaty reflection in the mirror when his phone starts dinging. he suspects that it’s his groupmates, but it turns out that it’s an old chatroom he and his high school friends had stopped using years ago. it goes without saying that they’ve only decided to use it again to get his attention, and the messages that roll in confirm his suspicions.

> hey, what’s wrong with lee hyeon??? > but i like you... what a funny song hhaaha > gives me a fucking headache, but i listened for our hyeon > too bad he never reads our texts anymore, right? > ofc he doesn’t, he’s too busy selling his pride for attention > even so, it’s wrong to forget his friends!!!! > hyeon, are you reading? it’s not too late to come back. you don’t really want to be an idol, right?? these songs don’t suit you at all.... think!!! > tbh i didn’t even think he was telling the truth abt training til i read his profile online > i saw that it said he played soccer...... lololol we only played like seven times all throughout high school > ig it’s all he could pull out his ass since he deleted the yt account ^^ maybe he’s embarrassed abt who he really is

is he embarrassed? he figures that he must be by the way each message feels like an ice pick chipping away at his pride. layer by layer, his flaws reveal themselves. he’s hungry for attention, he’s stubborn, he’s shallow, he’s selfish: he detects these hidden call-outs in the messages as they come and he knows that they aren’t trying to hurt him, they’re just trying to get through to him. but he doesn’t want to listen and he doesn’t want to feel guilty, either, so he ignores the bubble at the bottom of the screen telling him multiple people are still typing. he goes to the chatroom settings, clicks leave.

he wonders what kind of conversation will surround the message lee hyeon has left the group.

[gaoau]

Kissing with my feelings, kissing with my thoughts

Raison d'Être warnings — none. word count — 2.9k

prev. — next.

With the days rolling by, [Name] almost lost track of herself. She tried a little harder to keep an eye out for the amount of food in Ai's bowl. She forced herself to become more attentive at her job and pitch in with those ideas she never dared bring up. She put in some more effort to gaze at the colors surrounding her for a bit longer. Sometimes all she saw was blue.

It was enough for her.

As she walked out of the building, a folder and papers in one arm, her other hand busy with her phone, she heard her name being called. She stopped in her tracks and craned her neck backwards. A co-worker caught up to her, jogging. "[Surname]-san!" she called out once more as she came to a halt before [Name]. "We're going out for some drinks, would you like to come?"

[Name] followed her pointing thumb towards the group of people by the office doors, awaiting her reply. She blanked at the opportunity, at the offer to interact with minds of her own—similar, but not the same, so different. Truthfully, she hadn't taken the time to relax and drink the night away in so long she couldn't even recall the date. And truthfully, this spontaneous invitation came out of nowhere. Maybe it wasn't a bad idea to engage with more people.

A smile grew on her face as she fully turned to address her co-worker. She didn't remember her name. She didn't remember her like how she remembered Chifuyu and Kazutora. Years of working in the same office, but she had better awareness of two men she'd met little over a month before. She wasn't fine with that; she didn't like it.

So despite it not being a bad idea, [Name] remembered Chifuyu before she thought of anything else. The painting he had commissioned, and then the dog he trusted in her hands. All the trust. Yeah, she had to get home to Ai first. "Can I take a raincheck on that one? I'm a bit busy today."

Her co-worker blinked back at her, almost surprised. "Oh. Yes, of course. Maybe next week?"

"That sounds good. I'll see you guys on Monday."

"Alright. Have a good weekend, [Surname]-san."

"You too." She wanted to reply back with her name, but it really didn't pop up in her memory no matter how hard she tried. She sent a wave towards the rest of her colleagues, receiving the same amount—if not more—enthusiasm when they waved back. It caught her off guard more than she expected. She definitely needed to try a little harder with them as well.

Through the door to her apartment, [Name] could hear the expectant excitement oozing out of Ai as he tapped his nails on the floor. He had already become conscious of the melody of her keys by the time she came home and it became a part of his own routine. When she finally opened the door, he greeted her with a dance on his hind legs while she welcomed him into her arms. He fit so snugly, so perfectly. [Name] was meant to hold him now and forever.

She placed him back on the floor after enough baby-talking. As per usual, movements already ingrained in her muscle memory, she flung her folders, her bag, and her shoes onto their designated organized messes. She browsed through her fridge to make a mental note for groceries. She had an energy bar as a snack before dinner. She changed out of her work clothes. She did the dishes from the previous night. Ai followed her around as she attempted everything in her power to show no fear.

But she was still terrified of the ginormous canvas sitting at the dinner table.

Taking a seat across from it, [Name] forced herself to think clearly. There was no way she could possibly work on something so stupidly gigantic. What was she meant to draw on it? A landscape? A portrait? A collage? Dots and lines and squares and call it abstract?

It had been running through her mind for the past few days, but she couldn't decide. She couldn't settle for an adequate measure of how bad of an idea it was. Some days she found it was fine, and others she wanted to punt herself into the moon for ever thinking she could think. Crumpled post-it notes and ripped pieces of paper littered the floor around it in a circle, ready for a ritual to summon the gods of inspiration—or the devils.

The more she stared at it, the less she understood what she was glaring at. Her thoughts circled around her head one after the other in a loop. Landscape, portrait, fruit, flowers, abstract, shapes, angles, angels, devils, animals, fish, dogs, Ai—oh, Chifuyu.

That was right. She shook her head to expel her obsessions from her mind. Chifuyu had commissioned her. If there was anything she should prioritize, it was the man with high expectations of her. It was no healthy motivation, but it was the most she could do to keep herself grounded. She found the thought of Chifuyu always grounded her.

Somehow, with the strength of a thousand dying warriors, [Name] managed to tear her eyes away from the disgustingly huge canvas waiting for dinner to be served. She caught a glimpse of Ai's pitying eyes gazing at her with curiosity. A smile crawled onto her lips. She knelt to sink her fingers into his fur. He closed his eyes in glee.

"If it weren't for you, bubs…" her voice died off into the silence. She wasn't too sure how to finish that sentence. She wasn't too sure she even could. Ai peered up at her as if he understood. Maybe he did. "Yeah, you're right," she chuckled to herself.

Another canvas waited for her in its stand. It was the right size for the wall Chifuyu wanted to decorate. She took a comfortable seat before it, her various supplies in reach as she gathered all her creativity. It didn't need to be perfect; she simply needed to start.

A cat. Chifuyu wanted a cat. A black cat. Very simple, easy, accessible, something she could work with as if she had done it a billion times before. Add black onto the white to create something, to build upon the jarring nothingness with contrasting tones of ink and acrylic. There was no need to think about values or tones or cohesion among the colors. It was just black. It was all welcoming and common.

Her eyes remained glued to the blank canvas screaming back at her. She tried picturing the cat in her head. She tried to remember the one she'd poorly drawn on a spare piece of paper that Chifuyu had given her. She tried her best to think of what a cat looked like.

She really didn't know what a cat looked like.

Which was fair. She didn't own a cat, and even if she did, it didn't guarantee she could replicate it accordingly. Only having a general idea of what the animal's features were shaped like wasn't quite enough to slap it into paint.

Finally, she gave in to her struggles and reached for her phone. If anything, she could browse the Internet for any sort of reference to actually draw a cat. The anatomy, the distance between the different elements of its face, the curves and straight lines, the reflection of the light on the fur. The eyes. The pigments in the eyes. The blue eyes Chifuyu had asked for.

"Ah, man, this is harder than I thought…" she muttered in distress, bringing her finger up to her mouth. She chewed at the skin on the corner of her nails. Image after image of different cats traveled down her screen. She hummed, "D'you think I should ask…?" It was an idea. She didn't know how good of an idea it was. She didn't know if it was an excuse as well. Her pondering hum morphed into a growl.

Before she could bite her own finger off, an incoming call startled her out of her wits. She blinked dumbfounded at the caller ID displaying on her screen out of the blue. Her eyes refused to focus out of her concentration. It was late at night on a Saturday. The kanji were blurry as she tried to read and make sense out of them.

"Oh, it's Chifuyu-san! What the—?" She shook her head without finishing her own thought. Her finger swiped on instinct to answer the call. "Hello, Chifuyu-san! How are you?!"

"Good night, [Name]-san. I'm doing good, how are you?"

"I'm…" She glanced quickly at the fuming canvas before her. A tight smile grew on her face. She laughed at herself. "I'm good, too, thanks for asking."

"Anytime. Sorry to bother you so late, but I just remembered Ai's tag."

Confusion pushed through in her questioning hum. Her eyes scanned the room to find the mentioned puppy sleeping beside her feet. The tightness of her awkward smile dissipated into endearment. He had a bed of his own but he stuck by her side, lying on the hard floor. It really felt like he understood. She slipped her phone onto her other hand, wondering out loud, "Ai's tag?"

Chifuyu chuckled through the speaker. "His nametag. Remember?"

Oh, yeah, the nametag. "Oh, yeah, the nametag."

"Yeah, we set an order for it almost two months ago. I'm sorry it took so long."

But as Chifuyu blabbered apologies [Name] didn't need nor would ever dare ask for, the gears in her brain turned at speeds they'd never reached before. Names, names, names. There was so much behind names. Matsuno Chifuyu. [Surname] [Name]. Ai. Matsuno for wilderness and a vast forest of pine trees. [Surname] for an identity so out of reach. Ai for love and pondering and the color of the sky. 

Her glower burned through the empty canvas. It held so much vigor, she should've seen herself. She would've surprised herself.

Instantly, she scrambled. She sprang onto her feet, alarming the sleeping Ai by her side. She whispered an apology to him and then remembered Chifuyu on the phone while darting across the room. "Oh, yeah. Okay, Chifuyu-san, thanks for the reminder. When would you—" She bit her tongue when she slammed her finger on a drawer. It didn't stop her from rummaging through all her belongings. "When would you like me to come get it?"

"Are you okay, [Name]-san?"

She chortled into her phone. Why the fuck couldn't she find a spare piece of paper? "Yeah, just looking for something."

"Oh, alright." He sounded so amused in the little chuckles that slipped. "Well, whenever you're free to get it, you can just give me a call and I'll wait for you."

[Name] hummed, "That wo—No, actually—Fuck, where—? Oh!" She barely caught sight of forgotten post-it notes across her shelf. "Found 'em!" Immediately, she snatched a nearby pen and began scribbling the kanjis for Chifuyu's name. "Do you think I could come snap some pictures of cats for reference? I told you cat anatomy is weird. Their heads are just… odd."

"Are they?" In his own room, Chifuyu turned to analyze the shape of Peke J's face.

[Name] creeped behind the disgustingly ginormous canvas at the dinner table. "Try drawing one." Taking a deep breath, she slapped the post-it note on it as if she were killing a bug. For later reference.

"Fair enough. Then, would you like to come a bit before I open? Since I open later than usual tomorrow."

A closed, empty shop just for the two of them. For peace and calm and pictures she needed. She shook her head. "Oh, no, I wouldn't want to take up time from your late morning. I can just drop by when you open."

"It's no problem," he reassured, and [Name] could swear she was hearing his soothing smile through each of his words. "I commissioned you, so if you need some help, it's only natural I give you a hand."

[Name] didn't agree. Not really. It wasn't only natural to help her out. Creating the painting and finding the suitable resources to bring it to completion was all part of her job, her obligation. But Chifuyu was just nice like that. He held so much genuine kindness in him; so much aid he was willing to offer to someone like her without a second thought. The moment she couldn't walk by herself, Chifuyu held out his hand for her. It was the simplest of things. She felt her chest tighten at his softness.

Noticing her silence, he let out another quiet chuckle to bring her attention back to him. "I'll be waiting for you early tomorrow, then. Don't leave me hanging, [Name]-san."

She wouldn't dare. There was no protesting. "I—Well, okay, then."

"And you can bring Ai with you."

"Oh—Okay. I—I'll see you tomorrow."

"Have a good night, [Name]-san."

"You too, Chifuyu-san."

By the time she removed her phone from her ear, she couldn't look straight at Ai pawing at her feet. He seemed so blurry. Why did he seem so blurry? Her heart felt so sore after so little use, and now it burst with how full Chifuyu's kindness made her feel. She was starting to like the sound of his name.

She settled on the floor to welcome Ai into her embrace. Her tears vanished into his fur. He didn't mind it a bit.

Chifuyu unlocked the door for her, instantly cooing at the dog in her arms. The puppy began running on thin air in an attempt to rush towards Chifuyu. [Name] dropped to the ground so she could allow Ai to break free without flinging him like a cat. He was more than welcome against Chifuyu's apron, and he allowed his tongue to run all over his face as a greeting. [Name] laughed as she fiddled with her camera.

With the bundle of energy following behind him, Chifuyu reached towards the counter for the nametag. He displayed it for both [Name] and Ai to see, as if the dog understood what it was. "We have a gift for the handsome boy." And sometimes it really felt like he understood with the way he barked in response.

Chifuyu knelt to get access to Ai's collar. He was not only a handsome boy, but also quite polite as he stood still, letting the man clasp the metal piece as jewelry. [Name] spared a glance at the window to catch the people walking the streets toward their destinations. She noticed the sunlight pouring in at a perfect angle. When she turned back to Chifuyu, the light was bathing him in a golden hue of comfort.

She snapped a picture of the two of them without thinking.

"There, all done!" Chifuyu grinned to himself, admiring his own work. Ai seemed to smile back at him as he shivered in excitement. His grin turned towards [Name] while he rose from the floor.

Simultaneously, she knelt to Ai's level. "Come here, boy, lemme see." He approached instantly at the sound of her voice. He recognized boy more than he did his own name. "You sure look handsome with this now, bubs."

She traced the strokes engraved on the metal with her fingertips. Eighteen strokes to become Ai; for self-pondering, for reflection, for the sky on a hopeless and rainy night, for ai love you, and for love itself. Ai for all the things [Name] needed to remind herself. Ai for the reason she was alive after walking aimlessly for so long. Ai for how sore her heart felt now that she was putting it to use again. Sometimes, appreciation and empathy starts with a tiny, little puppy.

She returned her attention to Chifuyu as he beamed down at her so brightly, agreeing Ai looked so handsome. She couldn't put into words or ideas just how glad she was that he forced her to drop by the shop early. "Thanks again, Chifuyu-san." Moments with nothing more than him and Ai were all she could ask for. She didn't need more, but she wouldn't settle for less—not that he would allow her. There were no disruptions and she could enjoy the peace and joy in Chifuyu's mind to the fullest.

Sometimes, appreciation starts with a puppy. Sometimes, a man is what follows.

Her eyes shot wide open at her own thoughts. Molten lava replaced the blood in her veins, rushing to her face in an eruption of embarrassment. She darted away from the puppy and Chifuyu's gaze in a split second. Her camera and the cats set up for adoption were a perfect distraction from her insides burning up.

Chifuyu's voice blended with Ai's curious paws as one chatted her ear off and the other explored. It really was a lot more lovely than she had bargained for. If the two of them would allow her selfishness, she didn't want to settle for anything less.