#who is a romantic at heart and ehy is it both of them

[ineffableaddiction]

I appreciate how formal Aziraphale is towards Crowley after the church explodes, removing his hat and thanking him.

But he wasn’t wearing a hat when the bomb hit (it was in his hands), so the real miracle he performed included having his hands free, just to remove said hat in a chivalrous gesture.

I freaking love Aziraphale.

[thewildomega]

Feral Red Dog Ch.4

The wedding had been quick, simple. There had been no one there, just the two of you and the priest. None of it surprise you, of course an asshole like him wouldn't have any friends. When it had came time for him to kiss you, to seal your marriage you had stiffened but a hard glare from him made you still and as he leaned down to press his lips to yours you closed your eyes. His lips were soft at least and warm. The kiss didn't last long, a quick peck before he was standing back to his full height and taking your hand in his. To your surprise he had organized a private dinner for the both of you afterwards. The long low table was in a room that overlooked the sea. The lighting was low and very intimate, the food delicious. Had it been under any other circumstances you were sure this would be considered a romantic night. 

Pouring her and himself a cup of sake he held hers out for her to take. She was a bit hesitant but slowly she took it from his fingers and looked down into the liquid. "Is there a problem?" he asked, attempting to keep his voice calm. 

Glancing up to him and then back down to the cup you tilted your head a bit, "I've never had sake before." 

Raising a brow he took a deep breath. "Well this is your chance." Seeing her eyes lift to his he raised his cup and saw her follow after a second. Drinking down the sake he watched her drink her own, her nose twitching a bit. Smirking he finished his meal. Once they were done he looked out to the sky and saw a storm soon to be upon them. Standing he saw her eyes lift to his as he rounded the table. Stopping in front of her he looked down at her and held out his hand for her to take. There was only a bit of hesitation as she placed her small hand in his large one but he said nothing. 

Walking with him back to his home which you supposed was now yours as well you felt your heart hammering in your chest. Remembering the events from this afternoon you swallowed hard and wished you had drank more of the sake. Stepping into the home you heard as the door was shut and locked behind you and flinched. You didn't dare move as he dropped his keys to the table or when he removed his shoes. When he came around to stand in front of you, you froze. The house was still dark, he hadn't bothered to turn on any lights. The distant flashing of lightning showed as he crouched down and then you felt his hands on your ankle. Lifting one then the other so he could remove your heels you then stood flat on your feet as he rose to full height. He had to be almost twice your size and the knowledge of what was to happen tonight made you regret being so small. You would be lucky if he didn't break you. 

Seeing her frozen he sighed and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her to their bedroom. It just now occurred to him that she had never set foot in the room and her apprehension was even more evident when he felt her tense as they went through the doorway. Standing her on floor at then end of the bed he looked down at her, her eyes lifting to his after a moment. Removing his tie and then jacket he tossed it to the chair in the corner to be put away later. 

Watching him silently as he began unbuttoning his shirt you saw him stop midway and furrowed your brows. When he grabbed your hands and brought them to the his shirt you stiffened and glanced up at him to se ehis hard eyes watching you. Knowing what he wanted you shakingly unbuttoned the white dress shirt until it hung on his wide shoulders. You had never seen him shirtless and as he pulled it out of his pants and tossed it aside you caught sight of the tattoo that decorated his left shoulder. You couldn't make out all of it in the dark but it looked to be some kind of tribal design. 

Watching as she raised her small hand up towards him he stilled when her fingers touched the lowest part of his tattoo she could reach. Raising a brow as she simply traced the line he looked back down to her face to see a very intrigued look on her face, one that looked soft and slightly wondrous. 

"Did it hurt?" you asked in a soft voice.  

Surprised by the simple question he blinked. "No." Before she could ask anything else he was reaching out to untie the sash about her waist. When the kimono was just simply hanging on her he moved to push it off but she held it in place. Huffing out through his nose he glared down at her even though her eyes were looking down. "This is going to happen, the sooner you accept that the easier your life will be." Growlign a bit she finally stopped fighting and he pushed the silk fabric from her thin shoulders. Looking down at her bare breasts and red silk panties he felt a low growl rumble in his chest, his pants tightening. 

Your face had to be the same color as your panties as he stared down at you. Becoming embarrassed after a moment you moved your arms to cover your chest but he quickly grabbed them and held them behind your back in one of his large hands while his other one moved to touch your mound. 

Groping the soft flesh he gave her tiny nipple a pinch earning himself a small cherp from his omega wife. Chuckling he leaned down and engulfed nearly her whole tit in his mouth. Hearing her gasp and feeling her struggle he smirked and let go of her arms in favor of rubbing his hand down her back to grab her ass firmly. Lifting her up easily he held her close to him while he sucked at her breast. Carrying her over to the bed he laid her down on it, feeling her hands take refuge on his shoulders. Releasing her tit he moved over to the other one and sucked at her nipple, biting down on the tiny nub with his teeth. 

Yelping out when he bit your nipple you tried pushing on him but he only pinned both of your arms down by your head. 

Letting go of th enow hardened pebble he kissed and nipped his way up to her neck, letting out a deep growl  by her ear. "You will not push me away." he demanded. When she didn't reply and he noticed her trembling slightly he grinned. Of course. Nuzzling his nose into her neck he nipped the area over her scent glands and felt her flinch. "Don't worry little one, I will not mark you... yet." Smirking when she remained silent he lapped over the sensitive skin and heard her whimper softly. Roughly kissing up her jaw and over to her mouth he placed a few chaste kisses on her soft lips but growled. Moving to hold her wrists above her head in one of his hands he grabbed her face with the other, "Kiss me back." he demanded. 

Perking your lips the next time he pushed his to yours you heard him let out a strange noise. When his fingers applied a small amount of pressure to each side of your cheeks you couldn't help but open your mouth. Your eyes quickly snapped open when something big, hot and wet pushed into your mouth. Realizing it was his tongue you sucked in a breath through your nose but before you could react you felt your body relaxing. What was that strange taste? Was it him? Feeling your head become fuzzy and warm you fluttered your eyes close. 

It took no time at all for her body to relax under his own. Feeling her suck at his tongue, her own small one moving to dance with his own he purred. So the stories were true. 

Swallowing greedily at the delicious taste filling your mouth you felt the pressure on your wrists and face leave. Placing your hands on his shoulder and bicep you barely registered anything. You could feel as he spread your legs wide, his lower body moving to lie between them. Wait, where had your panties went? Going to break away from his mouth to look down he shoved his tongue down your throat making you gasp, your eyes watering a bit. 

His cock was now painfully hard in his pants, it seems her taste did something to him as well. Breaking from her mouth he heard her suck in much needed air and watch as he kneeled over her. She looked so tiny underneath of him, like some little doll for him to play with. Smirking at how red and slightly swollen her lips were he dropped his eyes to her sex. Having removed her panties when he was kissing her and spreading her legs she was now on full show for him. Good she had listened when he had told her to shave. Rubbing her hips and then over her lower abdomen he finally moved to stroke over her lips with his thumb. When she went to try and close her legs he swiftly smacked her thigh hard enough to make her cry out. "You will not hide from me. Your body is mine. Do you understand me?" 

Refusing to answer you glared at him but that only resulted in another swift smack that hurt even more than the first one. "AHHH!"

"Do you understand me?" 

Whimpering you cried out a shaky 'yes.' 

Huffing he rubbed his hand over her no doubt burning thigh. Stroking her lips again he pushed his thumb forward, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her entrance and feeling her slick coat his digit. Chuckling he moved his finger up to circle her clit and saw her flinch. "Your body is betraying you little one." When she still refused to look at him he dipped his hand to press his forefinger to her opening and pressed in slowly. 

Gasping you felt your back arch a little as he pushed his hot finger inside of you. Feeling the thick finger start pumping in and out of you all the while curling to stroke the a spot inside of you that made a cord seem to wind up in your pelvis you whimpered. 

"Tell me my little wife have you ever touched yourself here?" Seeing her shake her head he grinned. "So that means you have never had an orgasam then." Continuing to stroke her sweet spot he felt her legs tighten on either side of his thighs and smirked. Pumping his finger in and out of her he started rubbing her clit with his thumb until she was a whimpering mess. Unbuckling his pants and shoving them down he watched her. "You feel that omega, that tight feeling in your pelvis, that is bliss. I can give you what your body needs but first you are going to tell me who I am to you. Who owns you?"

Whining and withering you tried to remove yourself from his hand but a sharp smack to your sore thigh had you quickly stilling, a hiss leaving your lips. Feeling the bed dip some you looked up to see him above you, holding himself up with his free hand while his other tortured you. 

"Say it!" 

Feeling his fingers curl and speed up you cried out, tears rolling from your eyes. 

"Who do you belong to?" he asked, kicking his pants down his legs. 

It was too much. "You." you whimpered. 

Smiling he watched her, slowly slipping another finger into her and hearing her cry out. "And who am I Omega?"

Feeling your lip tremble some you swallowed thickly. "Alpha." 

As soon as the word was out of her mouth he pressed on her sweet spots and listened to her cry out and moan in pleasure, the sound music to his ears. Refusing to let her body calm down he removed his sopping fingers and quickly replaced them with the head of his cock. Lathering up his shaft in her juices he slowly began easing into her. 

Tensing when you felt something stretching you, you opened your eyes to see him lower his massive body onto yours and felt fear fill you when it started to hurt. "No...no..." you begged but he wouldn't stop.

Instantly she panicked and tried to push him off of her. Growling he gripped her wrists in one hand and held them above her head again while he allowed a little of his weight to hold her down. Pushing his hips forward he heard her let out a cry of pain and knew he had broken through. Seeing tears roll down her temple he pushed in till his pubic bone met hers and stilled, a deep groan leaving his throat. She was so damn tight it was almost painful. 

When he was the whole way in he held still and gave you time to adjust but it didn't make the pain go away. Crying at the loss of your virtue you felt him pet the side of your head and stroke your cheek with his thumb. 

"Hush little one. The pain will fade soon enough." he told her in a purr. While he had planned on teaching her a bit of obedience tonight that didn't mean he wanted her in agony. Besides from what he had ever seen and heard a woman's virginity meant more to them than a man's did to him. Giving her the few moments to adjust he stroked her cheek with his knuckle and purred to calm her. Once he thought she was ready he pulled back and rolled forward, watching her face to make sure she wasn't in too much pain. 

Over and over he entered you and pulled back out, with every thrust his speed increased. His body was huge compared to yours and his strength showed with the way he used you. You bit your lip to keep from crying, your eyes stayed shut as your body was jolted forward with each thrust of his wide hips. Your legs had to be spread to their limit for his larger body and with every forward motion you felt like he would surely break you. Your arms were beginning to lose feeling and the tight grip he had on your wrists hurt. Pulling on them you gave a whine and felt his hand loosen enough for you to remove them from his hold. Holding onto his back you felt the stone hard muscles roll beneath your palms and slowly opened your eyes a little to look up at him. His whole body was so hot, almost stifling.

Seeing her lidded eyes on him he gave her a soft smirk and thrusted in a little harder making her cry out and dig her nails into his back. Feeling her thighs tighten around his hips he licked up her neck. Wrapping his hand around her hair he pulled to arch her neck and give him better access. Groaning when he felt his climax coming he picked up speed, snapping his hips into hers at a bruising force. She whimpered and whined as her walls fluttered around him, she was holding back. "Cum omega. Cum on your alpha's cock." His command did the trick, with her milking his shaft he roared out before sinking his teeth into her neck and filling her with his seed. 

Screaming in agony when his sharp teeth bit you and his knot stretched your sex you felt tears roll down your temples and into your hair. His hips still rolled into you, grinding you into the soft mattress and pushing his molten seed into your womb. Coming down from your high you felt exhaustion hit you like never before and you laid your head flat on the bed. 

Groaning and growling into her neck he fel ther limp body under him and gave one last thrust of his hips before stilling. Leaning up he removed his teeth from her skin and glanced down to see an angry looking bite on her neck. Watching blood run from it he felt his instincts take over and quicky lapped up the excess blood. Holding himself up as he cleaned the claiming bite he gave it one last glance over. Satisfied he pulled away to see her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling slowly as she slept. Sighing he pulled himself from her and moved to lay beside her on the bed. Kicking his pants and boxers to the floor for now he laid on his back and glanced over to the omega beside him. They were far from done but he would at least let her get a few minutes rest before they started again. 

[my-muses-in-op]

Let it blossom like a flower

@askyuivalanaki Oops my mind slipped XD

Marco loved his family, though there were times he wished they would keep their noses to themselves. They could be to noisy and asking too many prying questions. Especially when something happened, which they had never seen before. Marco in love. The Phoenix had never thought he would ever fall in love. He’d crushes, yes, but never had he felt like this before and he was not young any longer.

Maybe it was because being in love was making him vulnerable i a way he couldn’t control and if there was something he hated, it was not being in control. However, it happened. Slowly and without him realizing it this time. Yui wasn’t the beautiful, but she wasn’t the typical woman. Maybe it was that he’d been drawn to at first. She was on guard, never letting anyone too close. Marco had felt he could be himself around her, as she would never tell anyone, as she had no reason to do so.

Their relationship was still new and light unstable, a wrong step and it could go wrong for them. He didn’t want to mess it up, didn’t want to risk hurting her, so he tried his best to give her everything she wanted and needed. She gave him peace and allowed him to lower his own guard and be vulnerable, without making fun of him or forcing him to do so. With her he felt freer and alive.

His family could tell he was happier and seemed to be less burdened with everything. Not that he had less work or responsibilities, but his mental state had changed and gave him new energy. It made them happy, though it did not stop them from teasing him. Not that he cared about it, his focus was on making Yui happy and feel safe.

That was his full intention with what he’d planned for the day. He would take her out for the most memorable date ever, or at least he hoped. Dating and what to do on a date wasn’t something he had much experience with, but that was what you had a family for, right? Thatch had experience and was a romantic of heart, while Izo had great insight in what others would like to do.

With their help, he had managed to plan a whole day for him and Yui, away from the prying brothers. It would only be the two of them and he was excited. Hopefully she would enjoy the day too.

Smiling he went to find her and when he did, he greeted her with a big smileand a small kiss on the cheek, his own cheek ligthly dusted in pink. It was still giving him butterflies and making him giddy, when giving her affection in public, but he liked showing her how much he cared for her.

He took her hand and told her that he had planned a day for them alone. Seeing her smile and the her tail wagging, tld him that she very much liked the idea, even before she agreed to spend the day with him. The giddiness didn’t leave him and he was even more excited than before.

With her hand in his, he walked to the kitchen and picked up a basket, which Thatch had prepared for Marco, as he had asked him to make it. Grabbing it, he gave Yui a wink, before leaving to get a bag from the atelier.

They’d docked at an island early this morning and everyone was more or less explorin the town or the nearby jungle and beach. Marco could tell it was making Yui worry about whether they could be alone or not, but Marco gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. Then he led her away from the popular places and to an area with cliffs. When he flew over the island earlier, he’d spotted a really isolate and beautiful place, wher ehis plan could unfold.

Trusting Marco, Yui happily followed him. She was curious to see wher ehe would lead her and what he’d planned, beside a picnic. The bag on his back had her interest and she wanted to know what was in it. The fact that it’d been at the atelier, gave her an idea, but he could have placed it there to put her off.

It took some time to reach the place on foot, but Marco loved the walk with Yui and the small talk. It was intimate and filled his heart with more love and admiration for her.

They came to the cliffs and he led her to into the jungle and around the cliffs. When they emered frm the jungle again, they were on a stunning beach, with white sand. Untouched by others, it seemed, as it was surrounded by cliffs andyou had to know where to go in the jungle to get there, as there were no obvious path that led to it. It wasn’t big, but it was perfect and intimate.

A gasp told him that Yui loved the scenery too. She let go of his hand and walked to the water. The cliffs were blocking the view to the beach from sea, but you could still see it from the beach.

Marco smiled, happy that she liked the small surprise. As she turned to him, he had put a blanket on the sand.Walking to hm, she put her arms around hsi neck and gave him a soft kiss. Her cheeks were pink, as was his, but it was great that she was the one initiating the kiss and show of affection.

The kiss broke and for a while they stood there, looking into each other’s eyes, letting them speak their feelings. His hands were on her hips and he pulled her a little closer. She didn’t resist, actually she moved herself and placed her head on his chest. He closed her arms around her and placed his head on hers. It was so nice feeling the wind dance on their bodies, while they were holding each other and there wer eno other noises than the wind and the water washing over the sand.

He loved the feeling of her in his arms, loving the silence around them. As promised, it was just the two of them and they could finally show affection without anyone disturbing them or throwing comments at them. Since their relationship was rather new, it was a hot topic around the ship and caused the crew to gossip and tease them.

Marco smiled into her hair, before they broke the embrace. Taking her hand again, he made her sit on the blanket with him. It was still too soon for lunch, so they sat there, talking and enjoying the peace. Marco unconsciously caressed her, keeping physical contact between them. She too caressed him, her tails were wraed around them and he loved the feeling and for some reason, it made him feel even more safe.

Lunch was light, but consisted of all of their favorites and even a surprise for both. Thatch had made small cupcakes, heart shaped too. Marco chuckled at it and made a mental note to thank the cook for the surprise.

After lunch, Marco showed her what was in the back. She should have known it was her drawing equipment and his carving stuff. He told her that they didn’t have to use them, but it was always good to have it, if they felt inspiration coem over them. Her soft chuckle made him smile, as he placed the bag aside and pulled her in for a long, but soft kiss.

As the kiss broke, he told her that he hoped she would go hunting with him later for their dinner. He could cook it over fire, had learned a few basic cooking skills from Thatch, the cook having been demanding that every commander having some sort of basic knowledge of cooking, just in case of an emergency. Marco now felt relieved he’d been forced to do it by their captain, as it gave him an opportunnity to not rely on Thatch’s cooking when on a romantic date.

Yui liked the idea of hunting their dinner and cook it themselves. It wasn’t something that happened on the ship, unless you were a cook or helping out in the kitchen. For once - after joining the Whitebeard pirates - she could be in charge of getting food for herself and as a bonus with and for her boyfriend.

They spend a few hours, talking and setting up a campfire. It was nice spending a relaxing day without others to bother them, demand their or rather Marco’s attention. Both visible getting rid of built up stress. That was just a bonus, as his intention was to spend a day with the woman he loved.

As night approached, they sat near the campfire, snuggling and not wanting to go back at all. It was way too peaceful and quiet for them to go back to possible drunk people and noisy brothers, who wanted to know how their date had been. Marco then suggested they just stayed the night. They had fire enough and both could stay warm in each other’s arms and there was an extra blanket.

A little unsure, Yui stayed silent for a while and Marco knew it was a little too much to ask for, but then she looked at him with a soft and warm smile, saying she would love to stay the night. It was a very romantic place to stay over night and she knew Marco would never cross any of her bundaries.

It was a perfect ending for their date, which had been a day without stress and lots of love and affection.

[headoverjojo]

Hi there! Can I ask for BucciG with a Crush that is already in a relationship with a total asshole? Like, they are patient, hoping it would work out, but honestly even a pass by would see it won't, then get cheated and broke out? How they approach, etc.

Hello there, darling! :3 Uuuuh sure! It was a bit looong and maybe more saltier than intended -especially the final parts- but I just hate cheatings and cheaters and I thought this is what they deserved, lol. Hope you enjoy it!

Bruno’s gang having a crush who’s already with someone but they’re an asshole, cheat on them, break up with them and then mock them and ask them to come back together

(Under the cut for length!)

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno developed his crush when they were already in a relationship. Usually he wouldn’t have hidden his feelings, but in this case he couldn’t go and confess, not when he would have put his crush in a bad situation. He isn’t one who ruins couples. So he was content to stay their friend and nothing more.

As much as their friendship grow, Bruno finds out how his crush’s s/o is a total bastard asshole. He boils in rage: how could an asshole like that be with a caring and patient person as his crush? That person didn’t deserve them!! He can’t restrain himself from saying it to them, bluntly, even if trying not to hurt their feelings. He’s just baffled when they say, with a small smile, that things will go better, that it’s just a period… How could they say so? Bruno is more than sceptical about it, but he can’t forcefully bring them far from their s/o.

As predicted, however, they, in the end, break up and in the worst possible way: they saw their s/o romantically hanging out with another person. The moment he knows, Bruno is immediately with them, consoling them and never leaving them alone, if they need him near. He tries as much as he can to keep them in one piece, even if their heart is shattered. He can’t let them fall in a sea of sadness and guilt: they have no fault in all of this and he’s here to always remind it.

Slowly, he manages to keep them oyt of their gloomy mourning. His heart skips a beat when they smiles again. He’s so proud of their improvements! But here the asshole comes back. Bruno is at their side, protective, a hand on their back, boiling in rage, as the other person laughs at them. How dare they to laugh after breaking their heart?! He doesn’t contain himself, now, especially when they say “they want to come back with them”. How dare they?! He just takes away his crush, after muttering to the asshole not to come near them anymore, with a deadly -and frankly terrifying- voice. If asshole is a smart person, they’ll take seriously Bruno’s words; if not, they’ll taste a Caporegime’s rage.

Leone Abbacchio

When he comes to know that the person he likes is already with someone else, he’s crushed. Of course… he should have suspected it. Still, luckily for him, he’s one who’s good at hiding his feelings, so his crush never suspects anything. Still, he cares deeply for them, so he does his best to be their friend.

It doesn’t take much to find out that his crush’s s/o is a complete asshole whose hobby seems really to just hurt them. He’s deeply, deeply pissed both with the asshole and even with his crush. How could they be so foolish and blind? How could they love such a person? And he almost gets even angrier when they patiently say it’ll go better, that they’ll be happy… Bullshits, thinks Abbacchio. He knows it’ll not end well.

And indeed it ended badly. Even if his crush wanted to trust their s/o, some doubts started to root, and Moody Blues could deny them. But the stand just confirmed their fear: his s/o was cheating on them. He’s here to keep them together as they break down, perfectly understanding their rage and anguish. He’s tempted to go to his crush’s s/o and give them a piece of his mind, but his crush pleads him not to do it and, to please their wish, he doesn’t lay a finger on the asshole. But the rage is always boiling in his veins.

He can’t restrain himself anymore when, right when his crush finally was starting to heal, the bastard came back in their life. And not to apologize, as they should have done, no, but to laugh at them and call them pathetic. Abbacchio definitely snaps. Afte gently telling his crush to wait for him in a nearby café, he drags the asshole in an alley to give them a piece of his mind. After all, it’s known: he doesn’t need a stand to break some kneecaps. After finishing them, he just tells them not to ever dare to come back in G/N’s life, or they’ll not be so lucky, next time. And he means what he says.

Guido Mista

It doesn’t take a lot to Mista to fall in love. He’s a hopeless romantic and it’s enough for him to feel at ease with a person, to feel a bond with them that here his romantic side goes. However, it’s almost never serious: just bland crushes or flirts. This time, however, it’s real. It’s a strong crush, more than everything he ever felt before.

But fate is a cruel person -and loves number 4-: his crush is already taken. He’s desperate. How could it be true?! How could he be so unlucky! It’s because 4 is involved? It must be so. Really he doesn’t have even a chance? No, he hasn’t, he knows. He flirts and shit, yes, but never with girls already taken. It’d not be right. He hates who cheats and who agree to have a story with someone already taken. He finds it disgusting.

So he just stays their friend, even if, in private, he sighs in love with them. He has also to keep his Sex Pistols down, or they’d spit everything like they always do. Being their friend, he has the chance to know the person who has the lucky to be at their side. And when he does, well… he’s baffled. He can’t believe that his crush, who’s so wonderful, could stay with a… with someone like them. An irrecoverable asshole. And the way they treat their supposed s/o!! He boils in anger. It’s so disrespectful, so humiliating… .when he asks them why and how they’re still with them, they just smile, a small, even a bit tired smile, saying that it’s not the first time, that it’s a period and will pass. Mista doesn’t think so: he knows how people like his s/o’s crush are. It will not end well.

And, as he feared, the break up day arrives. They crush in his house, crying, in the middle of the night, stuttering and sobbing. He immediately makes them enter, sit them on the sofa, gives them a blanket, something warm to drink… and sits near them asking what happened. When they say that they found their s/o with another person in their bed, his rage reaches untouched peaks. He knew his crush’s s/o was a bastard, but at this level… he’s so, so tempted to go and kick the bastard’s ass right here and now, but his crush is so fragile, now… he can’t leave them alone. They are his priority number one: he and the Pistols will stay with them as long as they need them.

It takes some time, but his crush is able to get up again. And Mista is always at their side, step by step, proud of them. They’re so strong! And he’s so happy to see them finally start to feel better. They deserve all the happiness and joy in this world and they’re finally taking it back! They’re more relaxed, they smile more, laugh more… until the bastard who ruined their life decides to come back in their life. Mista is so, so pissed. How dare they, after everything they did?! And not to crawl at their feet and apologize as they should be but to laugh at them and call them pathetic and then even have the guts to say them “ehy let’s go back together”? What?! Mista is deeply indignant and disgusted. He never saw a so shitty person. And, after telling his crush not to watch, he proceeds to drag the asshole away and beat the shit out of him, while the Pistols stay with the crush and cheer them. After the asshole has to keep their eyes closed from how many beats they have taken, Mista just hisses at them not to ever, ever, come near anymore, if they want to taste not his punches but his gun, next time.

Narancia Ghirga

As Mista, Narancia doesn’t take long to fall in love, but, contrarily to his teammate, he doesn’t recognize it at first impact. At first, he thinks it’s just a deep friendship, nothing more. He thinks they’re so cool, he wants to spend time with them… just when he realizes that he wants to kiss them -and this is not so friendly- he understands that his feelings are deeper than what he thought.

He’s a bit sour, knowing they’re already with someone else. Does he not have even a chance, uh? Still, even if he’d like so, so much to try, he’s not going to steal his crush to their s/o. It’s not right, he knows it. Betrayal and cheating are never right. Even if, when he knows their s/o, his desire to “steal” them becomes even stronger. They are just… awful. He didn’t feel something like this, a revulsion so strong towards a person since the last time he saw his father. He really can’t understand how could they be with such a person…

And he tells them so, oh, he does. He never shies away from expressing his opinions and thoughts, even if sometimes -often. they may be worded in a not so polite or delicate way. Still, his crush doesn’t take it as offence: they just sweetly smile, even if there’s tiredness in their eyes, saying that it wasn’t always like this and that surely it will pass. It’s like a wheel, all in all: good period, bad period, good period and so on. This is just a bad period, they say. Narancia is so, so sceptical about it: his crush’s s/o is right like his father and his father always brought just sadness and sufference both to him and his mom. He tries to warn them, but they go on saying it’ll get better. He knows it won’t.

And he was right. One day he just receives a call: their voice, raspy and broken, announces that they broke up. Narancia grabs the first things he can -some snacks, a blanket- and crushes at their place, immediately hugging them tightly, protective. He lets them cry on his shoulder, as he caresses their hair and back, anger building up in his chest. They’re suffering so much, so much… how dared that asshole to treat them like this?! What did they do wrong to deserve it?! Narancia just wish to meet them, one day or another, to beat them as they deserve. But, for now, he focuses on his crush, cuddling them, after enveloping them in the blanket, and trying to distract them. It works, it always works with him around.

As they start to feel better, Narancia feels better too. Seeing them smiling again, laughing again… it’s like starting to live again. He lives for their smile, for their happiness… and they’re finally grasping it again, after all the time their s/o tarped their wings. Now they can fly! But, when it all seems to go finally sweet and fine, here they come back. Narancia is so, so upset. Right when his crush was starting to feel better!! And he’s even more pissed when they don’t apologize but mock them, laughing at them, and daring them to come back with them, since, alone, they’re not worthy of anything. At this, Narancia snaps and snaps bad: he doesn’t even tell them to go back, he just points at his crush’s ex’s throat his pocket knife, a deadly and dangerous look in his eyes, ordering them not to show their ass around anymore, if they want to live peacefully and nicely. Narancia’s words cannot be mistaken: even if he’s not going to kill them, he’s going to make them suffer. A lot. Using both his capacities and his Aerosmith.

Pannacotta Fugo

Fugo is a person who tends to follow more logic than anything else. He doesn’t want to have troubles -and love brings a lot of them-. He has too problems on his own, his anger issues, his stand, his trust issues… he doesn’t want to drag someone else into this hell. Still… emotions aren’t something he can control at his pleasure. He can’t help but to fall for them.

Still, he doesn’t say anything, both fearing to be rejected, both ‘cause he finds out they’re already with someone. Even if he tells he doesn’t care, since they’re just friends, he can’t help but to feel a pang of pure pain in his heart: even if he tried not to think about them in a romantic way, he couldn’t help but to think, to imagine how it would have been to be with them…  all shattered. He doesn’t even try something with them: he respects that they’re already in love with someone else.

So he resigns to be just their friend. Still, when he meets for the first time their s/o, he’s absolutely disgusted. He thought he had already met the major scum of society, but here, well… there’s a great example of it. He detests his crush’s s/o since first instant, and not because they’re together. He would have been fine, if they would have been a good person. But they’re a shitty trashy person, and Fugo can’t bear it. He can’t bear that his crush is paired with someone like this. He tries to speak to them about it, but he’s baffled when they say it’ll pass, that their s/o is not always like this… how can they say so? Love made them blind? Maybe it’s so… still, he can’t forcefully make them break up with their s/o. He just hopes to be wrong.

Unfortunately, he’s not wrong. Not even after much time, he sees his crush all slumped and depressed. Asking what happened, they answer telling him everything, that they broke up with their partner, about the cheating… Fugo is so disgusted to be almost nauseated. How could that asshole cheat on someone so wonderful as his crush?! They, who deserve just happiness and love?! He votes his time, now, to stay with them, to protect them from the pain that threatens to swallow them down. He knows how it is to be betrayed in a so deep way, so he’ll not leave them alone, he’ll be their shoulder to cry on, he’ll be here to hug them when they need, to listen to them when they need to vent. He wants them to feel better, before actually going to search for the asshole and make them pay for the pain they inflicted to his crush.

Finally, they seem to start to feel better. They eat properly again, they smile, they started to live normally again and not in an eternal state of anguish… it all seems to get better. Until, while they’re walking together, his crush’s ex don’t bump on them. Fugo is deadly serious, trembling in rage, as he keeps his crush near him, as to protect them from their ex’s words. How dare they to come and laugh at them?! To mock them for how they look, to make jokes on them?! And to say they’re pathetic and they should go back with them not to be like this anymore?! He’s so, so tempted to call out Purple Haze. Not to kill them, just to scare them a little… maybe. If he can. Still, he manages to contain himself and to take his crush away. But, that evening, oh, he goes to find his crush’s ex and he doesn’t need Purple Haze to beat the shit out of them. He uses all his rage and fury, leaving them as a pulp. Alive, sure, but with more than one broken bones. As to warning not to bother his crush ever again.

Giorno Giovanna

It was the first time he actually fell in love. He never had time, before, between his dream and taking off the mafia boss and being a boss himself, neither he was interested. But now… they were different. They were special and managed to make their way in his heart. He was totally enchanted by them. So this is love…

However, nothing, not his position, not his power, can obtain someone else’s love. And his crush’s love is already dedicated to someone else. It hurts… Giorno never had his heart broken. He accepts it, anyway: love means also letting go, right? And he lets them go. They don’t belong to him; they belong to themselves and if they love someone else, then so be it. He’ll still be their friend anyway.

Finally, he has the chance to meet the person who his crush loves. He thinks it’s someone worthy, someone who’s more than a good person, but… they’re not. They are a horrible living scum and Giorno can’t sincerely understand how such a person deserves his crush’s love. He’s sincerely baffled. When he sincerely tells them his opinion, of course in a polite way, they just smile, telling him not to worry, that at a first impression their s/o is always a bit… misunderstood, they say. Still, Giorno doesn’t think so. They’re not misunderstood, they’re a shit! However, he sincerely hopes to be wrong, for his crush’s happiness.

Just that… his instinct is never wrong. As he feared, his crush’s love story doesn’t end well, absolutely not well. He receives a call from them, asking him if they can stay at his place for a while, since their s/o threw them out of home. He’s immediately out on his car to go to pick them up and, once they’re safely in his house, he asks them what happened. When he hears about the whole thing -the cheating, the fight, they thrown out of their own home- his face is plain and almost emotionless. This is how he expresses his deepest rage. How could someone be so cruel and horrid… he offers them his house and his friendship. They can stay at his place as much as they need, they’ll be safe here. From everyone and everything.

He reschedules all his appointments and meetings to stay more time with them. He helps them to recover, to start to live again. He’s the best friend they could ever imagine and desire, present, attentive, always ready to hug them when they need it, always ready to listen to them and dry their tears. Thanks to him, they start a new, happier life without their s/o. Still, when things seem to go all well, here they come back, both to Giorno and his crush’s complete dismay: and he’s not even ashamed for what he has done, no, he laughs on their face, calling them weak, pathetic, telling them that they’ll never be happy far from them, that they have to go back together… Giorno doesn’t take even a word of these bullshits. He gently ushers them inside of his house, before turning around and meeting the asshole with his coldest and most dangerous gaze, the Don’s one. He doesn’t even need to call out Gold Experience: his look is enough to make the asshole shiver and tremble in fear, as they finally realize who is in front of them. Giorno has just to say not to come near ever again: it’s more than enough to make them understand that, in case, their fate will not be pleasant.

[imfreefallinall]

(im)perfections

I’ve received a request about Shawn’s girl being insecure about her lazy eye. I answered it, but I had problems with tumblr so I’m trying to post it as a normal post.

I hope you’ll enjoy.

With love,

B.

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Y/N was an ordinary girl, beautiful in her own way. She wasn’t a  breathtaking beauty, but she was charming and interesting, someone everyone could be attracted by.

Shawn was that someone, in particular. Their relationship was quite new, but the Canadian boy was so fond of her, of the way she moved while cooking in his kitchen or of the way she spoke about her favourite book or song. She wasn’t extraordinary, but an angel to his eyes.

She felt the same way about him. Y/N loved his passion for music, the dedication he put into his job, those moments when his mind shut down and beautiful lyrics followed the notes coming from his guitar. His look, well, that was a bonus. How could she not appreciate his sculptured body, his broad shoulders and chest, perfect to lay her head to sleep? Or how could she not caress his rosy cheeks and stroke his soft, chocolate curls? How could she not melt under his loving gaze, under those looks he reserved for the moments they spent loving on each other?

In particular, she loved his lazy eye, not because she found it beautiful but because of the moments when it showed up the most. Most of the times it arrived when Shawn was tired: after the adrenaline of a show died out or after a long day in the studio, when he was laid on the bed with his head on her lap and he would look up at her through his long lashes, pretending to listen to her conspiracy theories while she was just trying to get him to sleep. (It always worked).

His lazy eye also showed up when he was relaxed, like those few minutes after he woke up with the soft light of the sun shining in her pink room or it could appear when he started to think about how much he loved her, how lucky he was to have her in his life and how he wanted to put a ring on her finger, one day.

Every time she saw his lazy eye, she knew she’d be in for romantic, open-heart moments that she’d remember forever.

She started to cherish it, to shower Shawn with kisses every time his lazy eye softened his gaze, to look right into that eye and not into the other one.

He didn’t really give it much attention anymore, but Y/N loved it with all her heart.

She just couldn’t get to appreciate her own lazy eye the same way.

She thought it was worse than Shawn’s, that it made her look always tired or dizzy or, in general, ugly.

She never told Shawn about her insecurity, and he, being fine with his own, had never imagined it could have been an issue to her.

However, a few months into their relationship, once they started to sleep together more often, Shawn realized how she would always shy away when he watched her more attentively. He’d do it because he loved her pretty face and her expressions, but she would hide her face in the crook of his neck and pretend to fall asleep.

One night, after some amazing and passionate sex (he’d underline passionate), Shawn felt so full of love for the girl laying in  his arms that all he wanted was to look at her in her beautiful, big eyes and confess her how deep in love he was and how serious he wanted their relationship to be. He tried to get her to move nicely, smoothly, but once he realized she was hiding again, he called her softly.

“Ehi baby, c'mere.” His voice was a mere whisper, too low to be heard on the other side of the room, but he knew she heard him clearly.

“Mmmm I’m too comfy to move.” She replied, her voice muffled from his silky skin. He giggled lightly.

“I promise you’ll be even better if you move just a bit so I can hold you and kiss you properly.” He convinced her and helped her, lifting his arm to let her slide out of his embrace to find a new position. She rested her head on his bicep, her eyes still closed as he left a loving kiss on her pink lips.

“Can you open those pretty eyes for me? I wanna look at you.” Shawn beamed, caressing her cheek with his callous fingers. She shook her head, shifting almost uncomfortably between the sheets.

“Too tired to keep them open.”

“But I wanna look at you while we talk.” He pouted starting to play with her hair, something he knew made her relax.

“Well, you shouldn’t have fucked me that good then.” She tried to change the subject, hoping he’d never refuse the chance to joke about his talent in bed. He knew better, though.

“Y/N, baby, look at me.” He requested this time, voice still calm but more demanding as he got worried. His touch was no longer a caress, his hand taking her and lifting it to his lips to kiss it. She shook her head again, this time no words coming from her mouth.

“What’s wrong?” Shawn started to over analyze his behaviour, trying to figure if he did anything wrong during their night. Maybe she was uncomfortable during sex and he didn’t notice? She seemed calm though. Maybe she wasn’t satisfied, but the three orgasms he gave her seemed enough when she was whimpering under him. Maybe she didn’t like dinner? Or maybe she didn’t want to look at him in the eyes because she knew he wanted to talk seriously about their relationship and she didn’t want the same thing. Was it something simple to her? But she said she loved him. She wouldn’t be in his bed if she didn’t want the same thing as him.

“It’s nothing, really. I just want to sleep.” She muttered, trying to cover her face with the black duvet. The boy stopped her actions, taking her again in his arms and putting her face right in front of his.

“Just a few seconds, baby, there’s something important I want to tell you and I want to look at you in the eyes while I do it.” He sounded almost desperate and she sighed, opening her eyes and looking at him with a hesitant look.

“What’s going on?” Shawn asked again.

“Don’t you find it ugly?” She questioned, her hand playing nervously with the silver chain attached around his neck, guiding her gaze on his chest and not on his eyes, where he wanted it.

Shawn started to panic, thinking she might have been talking about their time together or his feelings for her.

“What is ugly?” He said and his heart missed a bit when he heard her choke a whimper.

“The lazy eye.” She murmured and he relaxed, relieved by the fact that it was something simple and not a big issue about their bond.

“I dunno babe, it’s not that bad to me. Plus, you always say you find it cute.”

“I’m talking about mine…” She sighed again while he frowned. His movements came to a halt for a few seconds, sliding two fingers under her chin to get her to lift her face and gaze to him. His heart broke a little when he saw tears in her eyes, not understanding where her sadness was coming from.

“It’s not ugly, why do you think that?” He asked, curiosity and concern leaking from his voice.

“It makes me look ugly and stupid! I can’t even look at myself in the mirror or take a picture without looking straight at it.” She whispered, silent tears falling on her cheeks.

“Baby that is not true..” Shawn started but she looked away again, interrupting his phrase to express her feelings.

“It is. I have been bullied for it for ages, boys telling me I’d never find someone who thinks I’m beautiful because of it. I don’t think I am beautiful because of it.” Shawn held her closer to his chest, this time sitting on the bed with her on his lap, his hands holding her face to force her to look at him.

“What about mine then? It’s not different from yours and some people actually find it cute. You like it too, always saying how you find me softer when it shows a lot.”

“But you are perfect and your lazy eye is that imperfection that makes you human! If not, you’d be a god or whatever.” She cried and he couldn’t resist a giggle from rumbling in his chest.

“Y/N, honestly. First of all, I’m not perfect. Second, I love your lazy eye. Not only because I find it cute, or, as you say, I think you’re relaxed when it shows more and I love having those moments with you. I like your lazy eye because it’s particular. Not many people have it, and look at us, we ended up together!

It is something that makes you stand out, it’s a little peculiarity that makes you who you are and you should appreciate it for this exact reason. I don’t think it’s an imperfection, nor that it makes you ugly. You are so beautiful, and the lazy eye adds a little spice to your beauty, you know. Just like the soy sauce on sushi: it’d be perfect without it, but the sauce adds that different taste that makes the rice and the fish super tasty.” He explained, trying to get her to laugh a bit to ease the situation. She relaxed a bit but she still wasn’t convinced.

“You like soy sauce though.”

“Yes! And I like your lazy eye, or better, I love it because it’s a peculiar part of the girl I fell in love with. And who cares if a kid in 7 grade made fun of you for it, he was a kid. In general, who cares if other people find it unpleasant or annoying. If you understand that it makes you special and if you get to like it, then we’re fine.  ” He responded lovingly, showering her face with little kisses to feel her little smile under his lips. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and he kissed them both, paying more attention to the one she seemed to hate so much.

“You’re right..” She admitted as soon as she opened her eyes, hands imitating the ones of her boyfriend, going to cup his face and looking straight into his lazy eye.

“I know I am.” He joked and she rolled her big eyes before looking back at his.

“Don’t you see how we complete each other? Left lazy eye looking straight into a right lazy eye.” He smiled like a kid with a new gift, proud to have found a way to make her love herself a bit more. She just nodded, sleep really overcoming her this time.

“On that note..” He started, laying back to bed with her in his arms, giving a quick peck to her lips before opening his mouth again.

“Shawn!” She complained jokingly. He laughed, kissing her closed eyes again, making Y/N open them.

“Just a few seconds, honey. I wanted to tell you that I couldn’t be happier to have you by my side, that I love all of your weird habits and I’d make them mine if that meant getting to live with you every single day, and that I know that our relationship is still fresh but I love you and all your singularities with all my heart, and I promise I’ll work with you every step of the way to help you overcome your insecurities, just like I did tonight. You just have to talk to me, because I intend to stay here for the long run. Lazy eyes included.” He confessed, making her smile and kiss him again.

She felt better then because she knew that there’d always be someone who loved her and who loved all the little things she didn’t appreciate.

With time and patience, she learnt to love herself and her (im)perfections too.

[codename-bewareofthefangirl]

Hi!! Can I make a request with Haizaki please?? Wanting to propose to his gf of four years but he's afraid because she might turn him down because of who he is as a person, buut she accepts anyway. Fluff! :D Btw that AoKise zombie!Au is so /3 *burst into tears* asdfghjkl;whyyoudothatdoyouhatemewhykillmypreciousbabykiseT~T i'm dying already~ TT_TT no but really, that was amazing and so is your blog and so are you. Thank you. *sends you lots of love*

Hi dear! I’veyour Haizaki finally! Now, let’s be honest, in the anime this boy isn’t apositive character. BUT everyone is worth a second chance and everyone canmature, so here, since he has been in a relationship for four years, we have amore mature and positive Haizaki. I’ve still tried to keep him IC, but redeeminghim a bit. Thanks a lot for all your compliments (iknowI’mstillcryingaboutitpoorlovelyKise),your such a sweet heart!!

Hope you enjoyit!

 Lame Proposal

 It was a normal, calm night. You and Haizaki wereeating together in your shared apartment, not that much of an apartmentactually. Just one bedroom for each of you, because you needed your space andhis bed was big enough for two either way, a bathroom and a room that was bothkitchen and living room. You had bought it during university and stayed there,even if Haizaki had started to work while you still studied.

You were exchanging comments about the day and jokeslike usual, yet you felt something was different. Your boyfriend seemed…restless.He continued to shift on his chair and steal quick glances at you, like a cagedbeast. You really didn’t understand what was going on but, if he didn’t want totalk about it, for now you were going to leave him alone.

When you finally finished eating, you stretchedyawning like a cat and jumped up.

“Alright!” you smirked playfully, “Your turn to washthe dishes!” reminded him, before walking to the near couch and sprawling on it,tablet in your hands.

Haizaki blinked and lifted a hand to stop you, but youwere already in your world.

“Oi S/o!” he called stuttering, but you didn’t payattention.

“Your turn.” You stated firmly, “You know today comesout the episode of my favorite series!” accused him searching for yourearphones.

Haizaki remained there, lost in himself, until herealized he had lost his occasion, and cursed under his breath. He roughly gotup and took the dishes, walking to the sink with a pout.

Damn.

He had promised to himself he was going to do it thatnight, yet he didn’t know how. To say he was practically desperate it was aeuphemism. He had asked other people for help. He had watched your stupidromantic films. He had lowered himself to watch video on YouTube like “How topropose” or “The Top Ten Proposal Of The Year” that suggested thing likebooking airplanes, singing in public places or other embarrassing shit. And yet,nothing.

It wasn’t like he wanted to do it in a very romanticand sweet way. Nothing of your relationship had ever been romantic, not even yourfirst encounter: he tried to hit on you during a party, touching your butt, andyou punched him square in the face breaking his bottom lip. Yet, he fell hardfor you (in every sense).

However, he wanted you to say yes. He wanted you tosay yes and be truly happy and convinced about it. Because he knew, he wasn’tthe type good girl married with and you were a strong, independent, wild goodgirl. His only woman, who his past self didn’t deserved at all.

Fuck!

Why did he have to be such a fuckboy in the past? He wouldhave liked to go back in time and slap himself, because if you were going tosay no, it was only his own fault. He was so afraid of you refusing him that hewas losing his mind. He wasn’t even used to reason about things that much, butyou had made him change. A lot. Mostly, for the better.

 He sighed again and looked again at you, enjoying yourepisode, curled on the sofa in his t-shirt and short pants.

Then fuck it. If he was gonna fail either way, betterthen than later. He was tired of waiting and he knew you were perfectly awareof how shitty his personality was and how rough his ways were.

Drying his hands on his pants, he opened the highercupboard, where he was sure you weren’t able to reach and for that reason hehad hidden everything. Silently and eyeing you to be sure you weren’t going tosee him, he took them down.

You were laughing at a particularly funny joke, whensomething pig and soft hit your head. You blinked, founding between your arms abouquet of red roses wrapped in light pearl gray bow. Confused you pulled outyour earphones and examined the beautiful flowers.

You were still looking at it dumbfounded, when somethingelse, smaller and harder, hit you again. This time, on top of the bouquet, fella small circular box of the same hue of the bow. You felt your heartbeat acceleratingand your mind went numb.

It wasn’t possible.

With trembling fingers, you lift the lid.

On top of the gray tuft of tulle, shined a small,elegant ring. It was a simple circle of white gold, with a tiny diamond in themiddle.

“Marry me, if you want.”

You, waking from your paralysis, turned slowly andfound Haizaki showing you his broad back, resting against the sink and hishands clenching so hard against the border his knuckles were white. Only whenhe didn’t hear any kind of answer or reaction, he dared to give a small glanceupon his shoulder, and his eyes widened.

“Oh fuck!” he cursed horrified, running to you, “OiS/o! I didn’t want to make you cry! Ehi babe! Come one it’s okay!” called youpanicking and stopping in front of the couch on his knees, without knowing whatto do.

Seeing him like that, completely desperate, youstarted laughing between tears.

“Yes!” you cried covering your mouth and blushinghard, “Yes, yes, yes! You idiot!” you screamed hugging both the bouquet and theprecious box. “What a lame proposal!” you laughed again, loving every bit ofit.

He opened his mouth without emitting any sound. Thenclosed it. Then opened it again.

“Are you sure?” he stuttered finally and you laughedagain, drying your tears amused.

“I wouldn’t  have put up with you for four year if I didn’twant to marry you.” You joked leaning to give him a peck on his lips andputting in his hands the box. “Do your job, man.” You ordered raising your handlike a queen.

He, still awe struck, put the ring at the right place.

Only then, only then realization kicked in and hefinally smirked with the grin that characterized him so much.

“Oh babe.” He mused fondly, grabbing your arm andpulling you down from the couch right against his chest. “You’re my woman now.Too late to escape.” Grinned and fell on the floor on his back, showering youwith kisses and hugging you tightly.

Ah, he knew it, all those videos were really useless.