#i had a lot of fun with summer's clothes and the hair and face especially ❤️

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Happy birthday my sweetheart @bluepriestess!! Ilysm!! ❤️

I hope you're going to love this!! ❤️❤️ Mdhm!Summer was a lot of fun to draw! x3 (the sunglasses came free with the chill girlboss pose xD)

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

the taste

buttercup, chapter four

a/n: the smutty smut has arrived, folks!

summary: “look, all I’m saying is that he likes you, a lot. He’s never let himself be with anyone like you, anyone who truly made him happy, anyone he actually had a fighting chance of getting a stable and healthy relationship out of.”

warnings: matt murdock x baker!reader, smut, neighbours to lovers, rape recovery, ptsd, kissing, over the clothes fun, dry humping, fingering, dirty talk

word count: 2419

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It had been the end of June when your parents passed. You didn’t recall much from that summer, most of your memories had just kind of faded away as the brain occasionally does when it’s faced with trauma, but one thing that you’d never forget was the feeling of Howard, each and every morning, gently lifted you out of bed and attempted to let you sleep a little longer, holding you like a tiny baby bear against him, as they went to open up the bakery. 

School was out, and at only nine years old, you couldn’t just stay at home all alone, not with their long hours and especially not with the overwhelming grief you were dealing with. So, they brought you with them.

It didn’t take very long before you forgot about your toys and activity books in favour of just watching the magic that went on in the kitchen. Soon you were running around the place doing all matter of little tasks they could come up with for you and when they noticed the missing glint it brought back to your eye, they began to teach you and truly made you fall in love with the meditative craft. 

At the end of that summer when the next school year rolled around, you didn’t wanna leave. You’d grown up here, you’d healed here, the doorframe into the small lavatory in the back even had little chicken scratches documenting your height. This place was your home.

Sweeping a damp cloth over the steel tabletops, the music emanating from your phone that rested on the dark windowsill suddenly stopped as it buzzed with your ringtone. Putting it on speaker, you kept on wiping the surface down. 

“Matt, hi!”

“Hey,” his deep timbre filled the dim kitchen of the bakery. 

“I’m just about to lock up, if you’re still up for a little company.” 

“Yeah, about that,” he puffed out a heavy breath, “I’m still at the office.”

“Oh,” your moments froze a moment, “is everything alright?”

“Yeah, just swamped with this case prep.”

“Is it just you there?”

“No, the others are here too.”

“Well,” you exhaled a smile, “if you’re gonna burn the midnight oil, maybe I could come over with some of the leftovers from today to keep you guys going?”

Still in the doorway, your arms enclosed around Matt and the stuffed brown paper bag in your hand hung over his shoulder. 

Eyeing the goods, Foggy’s voice found your ears, “is that the–”

“Yeah,” you simply extended your arm in his direction, “here you go, take it.”

“Oh my god,” he snatched it out of your grasp and opened the crinkly bag up, nearly drooling as he glanced through the selections, “Karen, could you–”

“Get some plates? Yep,” the honey-haired woman then moved into the small kitchenette and grabbed some paper plates and napkins. 

Drawing back from the fleeting embrace, Matt then asked, “how was your day?” 

“It was fine,” you shrugged, your eyes briefly flickering over his attire, the tie tugged loose around his unbuttoned collar and his sleeves were rolled up past his burly forearms, “I kinda like it when I get to do the night shifts all alone. It’s so quiet–, oh, and I get to have full control over the music choice. It’s great,” a slight grin brightened your features, “how about you, huh?” you grabbed his hand in yours, “what’s this wild case about?”

A deep sigh flowed from his lips as he squeezed your hand, “uh, it’s this kid who–,” his phone then abruptly began to buzz in his pocket, “oh, sorry,” he fished it out, “I gotta take this.”

Letting go of his fingers, you said, “of course,” and watched as he ducked into his own office and answered the call. 

As you gazed at his visage still visible through the glass, Foggy’s words stirred you from your daydream.

“He’s happy.” 

Turning to blink back at him, you hummed, “huh?”

“You make him happy,” Foggy smiled from the humble conference room, “I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him smile that much with anyone else, but then again, you are quite different from his usual type.”

Passing over the threshold into the space, your brows furrowed, “I’m not his type?”

“No! Oh, that came out wrong,” he winced, “Matt just has a tendency to get involved with the wrong kind of girls. You’re just different,” hastily adding, “in a good way.” 

“Oh…” you sank down into one of the chairs, wondering tensely if he was still dating others since you’d never had a conversation about how exclusive you were or how serious this thing between you even was, “does Matt date a lot?” 

“I wouldn’t exactly call it that, since it never really lasts that long,” Foggy said, though when he noticed the look on your face, his features soured in regret, “wow, I’m really screwing all of this up, aren’t I… look, all I’m saying is that he likes you, a lot. He’s never let himself be with anyone like you, anyone who truly made him happy, anyone he actually had a fighting chance of getting a stable and healthy relationship out of.”

Just then, you heard Matt’s footsteps entering the room from behind you, “hey,” he called Foggy’s attention, “you mind going down to the station tomorrow morning, check if Brett can get us any files that might help?” coming to a stop just behind where you were seated, his touch grazed the back of the chair. Reaching back, you caught one of his hands and briefly craned your neck, bringing his palm up to your lips to press a small peck to his calloused skin. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll go buy some more cigars,” Foggy sighed, briefly turning his attention back to the computer before him, slumping slightly as the intimidating and tangled laws still flashed back at him on the screen from when he’d looked them up earlier, he then blinked back up at you, “hey, Y/n?”

“Hm?” you hummed, meeting his eye as you weaved your fingers with Matt’s. 

“Have I ever told you that my mom wanted me to be a butcher?” 

“Oh,” you heard Matt sigh dramatically behind you as Karen too bit down on her lip to suppress a smile, “not the butcher story.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m sorry to break the news,” you said light-heartedly as you chewed on the taste Matt had offered you of his curry, “but I definitely picked the better one.”

With his tinted glasses resting on the coffee table beside where your takeout container of Thai food rested, a smile twitched on Matt’s lips, “well, you do work in food, so it does make sense that you’re better at ordering.”

“Here,” you filled your spoon up with the red soup, catching one of the floating pieces of tofu, before bringing it up to his lips, “give it a taste.” 

An airy giggle bubbled out of you as a drop of soup clung to the corner of his lip and you instinctively reached out to wipe it clean, his chuckle swiftly mirroring your own. Though when you then froze, fingers staying close, your laughter faded. The fluorescent light that streamed in through the tall windows of his apartment illuminated his features as you watched him swallow the small taste. Ghosting your thumb across his skin, you traced his bottom lip. You weren’t sure who moved first, but the next thing you knew, you were locked in a kiss. 

You faintly heard him place his dinner down on the coffee table before his palms came up to cup your cheeks. You fumbled a bit, trying not to tip anything as you laid down the spoon in your grasp. 

A yearning whimper seeped from deep within your chest when you felt his tongue faintly ghost against your own before he breathlessly eased back a bit to utter, “you’re right,” stealing a soft peck before he went on, “It does taste really good.” 

Tilting your chin, you fervently captured his lips once more, your touch crumbled up his shirt till it found purchase in his already loosened tie, playing with it as your tongue danced against his. 

When he buried his hands in your hair, his short nails soothingly scraped over your scalp and a small moan flowed from you and vibrated against his kiss. 

The clear pulse that rocked throughout your body accumulated between your legs in a dizzying throb, an enchanting sensation that swayed you to get even closer and crawl into his lap. His wide palms dragged down the length of your spine in a way that caused a shiver to follow along.

Tangling your fingers in his hair as you kissed him back, your hips then instinctively sought to scratch and satisfy the itch that had grown so immense by rocking down against him and the noticeable hardness that tented his pants. 

Breathlessly in between kisses, Matt said, “you wanna enjoy the food before it gets cold?” offering you a gentle escape in case you needed it.

Ghosting the tip of your nose against his, you uttered, “I don’t mind popping it in the microwave,” deliberately rolling your hips against his once more, “do you?”

Sharing his hot breath, you were so close that your lips nearly crashed into one another once more, but they didn’t as your pelvis kept up their slow and teasing grinding. Matt’s eyes fluttered shut a moment as he let out a low groan, “no,” his touch slid further down and dug into the softness of your bottom, “no, I don’t mind.” 

Capturing your lips once more, he slowly began to grow more confident in his touch, though some weariness still lingered as he began to aid your movements. 

As his lips migrated down the length of your neck, you let out a moan, “fuck,” your frame shivering from the pleasure, “oh my god,” yet also out of a deep desire for more, “Matt…” 

“Yeah?” his low voice vibrated against your throbbing pulse on the side of your neck. 

“M-Matt–,” your eyes fluttered shut as he rocked you down harder against him, “oh, holy fuck… could you–, would you–”

“What?” the sound of his words made you feel dizzy, “what do you need?”

“Touch me,” you uttered hazily, head enchantingly tilted back. 

“Yeah?” he reeled back a bit as one of his hands scooped up to find your cheek. 

“Please,” you downright whined, “please, Matt.”

Keeping one hand fast in your hair, the other one moved to caress the soft peaks of your tits. 

“Here?” 

You let out a filthy whimper as he palmed you, “uhh, ngah–, lower–…” his hand teasingly complied, “lower…” till he finally cupped you through your pants. 

“Here?” he pressed down against the seam, “huh? Is it here, Y/n?

“Y-yes!” you shuttered on top of him as he rubbed your thrumming clit so perfectly through your clothing, “oh, f-fuck, you’re good at that–”

He stole a short, yet sloppy kiss from your lips before your head tilted down and buried itself in his neck. Your moans were muffled against the crook of his shoulder as you then glided your own fingers down along the length of his arm, feeling the muscles of his forearm tense beneath your touch as he worked you. Eventually, your hand found what it was looking for, your palm rested atop of his, almost like you were holding his hand as you felt it move beneath yours and stroke you silly. 

Your fingers then grasped his tighter as you plucked it further up and stuffed it into your waistband, guiding his reach all the way down till you soaked his digits. 

“Christ, you’re wet,” Matt groaned as your touch, ever atop of his, begged him to swirl your puffy pearl, “fuck…”

Without the barrier of clothing, your frame swiftly began to crumble from the ecstasy. Your right leg gave out and slid across Matt’s lap to where your other limb was. Your head drifted down as well as Matt’s arms only tightened around your slumped form, keeping you flush against him as you hid your features in the mass of his arm as your free hand clutched onto it. 

Curling into him as he cradled you, the way he petted your pussy nearly made you vibrate, “don’t stop, please,” you unintentionally kept wiggling down against the tent in his pants. 

“I won’t,” he breathed heavily as he kept on caressing you, occasional moans also flowing from his lips, “I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

His long middle finger then slid down to tease your leaking hole before just shyly sinking in, just barely, keeping everything so light, before fluttering up to circle your clit again and then dropping down to repeat the motion till he had you on the edge. 

When you tumbled over, both of your hands joined at his bicep, digging into it as his name shined through your lewd moan.

Catching your breath, his fingers gently slipped out of your pants. Sluggishly, you clung closer and snaked your arms around him. 

“You okay?” he hugged you tight. 

“Mhm,” you hummed into his warmth.  

Planting a soft peck on your hairline, he then moved to readjust your embrace, lowering you both till you were lying on the leather couch. 

After a moment, your fingers twisted in the southern material of his shirt close to his belt, “do you want me to–…”

“No need,” he shook his head. 

Tilting your chin up, you glanced at his soft expression, “really?”

“Yeah,” a bright smirk tugged at his lips, “just the way you sounded was beautiful enough to do the trick for me.” 

Grinning wide, you felt your face grow hot at the compliment, haven not realised the power he had over you apparently went both ways. 

Cuddling him closer, you lifted yourself up a bit and pressed a slow kiss to his lips. 

When you laid your head back down, he asked, “do you want something to drink?” his warm palm drew slow and soothing patterns all along your spine, “some more to eat maybe?”

“No,” you blinked up at him, utterly spellbound, “could we maybe just stay here like this a little longer?”

“Of course,” he relaxed further beside you, “we can stay like this forever if you’d like.”

A smile then crept up on your lips as you pointed out, “forever’s a very long time…”

Chuckling lightly, Matt nodded, “it is…”

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[inoreuct]

For writing or just headcanons, zosan + caring for the other after theyve had too much to drink? 100% no pressure tho, it's ok if that's not ur vibe or u dont feel like it ilysm❤❤

ooh i actually have a hungover zoro drabble in the works so i’ll do hcs for this one 🤭

sanji’s a sad drunk. an existential crisis, sit-in-the-corner-stare-at-the-wall drunk. he doesn’t drink for a reason; alcohol brings up everything he hides behind his smile and his snark, dissolves the carefree grin he wears as armour. it’s not fake, per se— he just uses it to hide everything that he doesn’t want others to see.

a little bit of wine at dinner is fine. tipsy is fine— especially if he’s in a lively environment. but when he passes that point he gets all quiet, and it’s so far from his usual personality that it’s concerning.

the first time zoro sees sanji properly drunk he freaks out a little (a lot). sanji’s sluggish, listless, slow to respond even when zoro shakes him and when the cook finally looks away from the ground his eyes are dull.

zoro kneels and holds sanji’s face between his palms so the cook can’t look away, but sanji’s eyes flutter shut even as his head lolls into zoro’s touch. yep. he’s not having fun anymore. the party’s still buzzing around them but zoro hauls his sad, quiet, drunk boyfriend back to the ship; gets some fluids in him, changes him into clean clothes and carries him to bed. he’s just about to turn out the light and leave, but he leans down to press a kiss to sanji’s forehead and sanji’s fingers wrap around his wrist. “zoro.”

“yes?” he replies immediately, because this is the first thing sanji’s said in hours and zoro latches onto it with a rush of relief. the mattress dips as he sits down by sanji’s hip, brushing fine blond hair away from his face. “hey, baby. what’s wrong?”

“dunno. i’m so drunk,” sanji slurs, giggling a little before it dies and leaves hollow silence. his eyes are haunted. “i’m sad, zoro.”

zoro knows. he knows what sanji’s gone through. knows the invisible weights the cook carries on his shoulders. “i know,” he breathes, fingertips lingering by sanji’s temple. he doesn’t know what else to say.

sanji turns his face into zoro’s palm, closing his eyes with a tired sigh. “don’ go.”

and how is zoro supposed to do anything else? so he changes out of his dirty clothes and slides beneath the covers. sanji’s already out cold, but he reaches for zoro in his sleep; his breathing is deep and even, back rising and falling against zoro’s chest. zoro falls asleep to the sound of the cook’s heartbeat.

in the morning, sanji is back to normal; shivery, pale, and puking his guts up, but normal. zoro is rudely awakened by his boyfriend wrenching himself out of bed and hightailing it to the bathroom, and he finds sanji with his head in the toilet bowl and goes to fetch painkillers from the galley.

they don’t talk about it. but sanji has a gleam in his eye as they get ready for the day; an extra layer of softness to the way he kisses zoro before getting started on breakfast, and zoro doesn’t push. sanji will talk about it when he’s ready. he can wait.

now, ZORO. zoro’s a touchy drunk. a huggy huggy feely feely drunk. that man is TOUCH-STARVED. his tolerance is crazy high but if he drinks enough he gets all clingy; a little grouchy, but also draping himself over every one of his crewmates he can find.

he’s got enough sweet summer mead in him to make him stumble when he stands; his coordination is shot, and he groans when he topples into someone tall, blond and handsome. he tells the man as much and sanji chuckles, hauling him upright and getting them both back to the boat.

“you’re pretty,” zoro mumbles, face-planting into the bed before rolling over as his eyes widen. “s’nji?”

“mhm.” sanji’s trying not to laugh. he hides it behind his hand before zoro’s tumbling off the bed, magically able to walk (mostly) straight again as he grabs sanji and kidnaps him to cuddle and sanji almost screeches bcs wtf?? he hasn’t showered, he’s in his crusty dusty musty street clothes, hell he’s still wearing his SHOES

but he realises real quick that he’s fighting a losing battle. zoro’s like a goddamn octopus. he resigns himself to falling asleep while being hugged like a bolster, still in his suit and half-squashed under zoro’s bulk, but he’d be lying if he said it was unpleasant.

and of course the next morning the swordsman has a splitting hangover. he spends the day with his pillow over his head, only poking his face out to sip at the broth sanji brings him through a straw.

as you can see both of these idiots have HORRIBLE hangovers when they push their limits too far.

they both don’t like others seeing them drunk; sanji doesn’t want to burden his nakama with his past (even though he knows, realistically, that he isn’t a burden) and zoro has a tendency to run his mouth. his filter just goes poof. it’s highly entertaining but he always feels like putting his head through a wall when he remembers how emotional he gets 😭

one time sanji wakes up face-down on a bar table, feeling like his head’s being cracked open, next to the girl he’d spent the night crying and being miserable with over margaritas and french 75s. she pats him sympathetically on the shoulder as he stumbles out, face buried in her arm, and he smooths a commiserating hand over her hair and tucks a wad of bills under her elbow to help her make sure she gets home safe. they end up being den den buddies and call each other occasionally to spill tea and gossip.

food and a cold shower helps sanji; bread and cheese is his go-to, whereas zoro just likes to hide in his bedding and die for the rest of the day. god bless his liver capacity.

that’s all for now,,, thank you for the ask anon!

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic May 6 - prompt : First Kiss [word count 974]

James knew this would happen sooner or later. Sooner rather than later, given the number of times Remus and Sirius had bickered that week. They usually calmed down enough only when the Marauders planned their pranks and got out of Gryffindor Tower in the dead of the night to execute them. As had been the case that night, at least until they had been putting in place the very last touches and had rounded a corner only to find themselves in front of Mrs Norris. That had ended with them running away as fast as they could and only James’s cloak had saved them from Filch, who had as usual appeared out of nowhere as if summoned by his cat. And when they had finally reached their empty Common Room, the bickering had started again. Only this time it had escalated.

“So much for your wolf’s hearing, Moony,” Sirius rolled his eyes. “You can’t even hear a fucking cat.”

“Oh, my hearing? What about your nose, Padfoot?” Remus shot back. “I’m not the only one here who didn’t see her coming.”

“Oh, so your sight is gone too? Because if you hadn’t noticed, I’m in human form now.”

“If you can call that human, you look more like a walking poster of Bowie right now.”

“How dare you insult Bowie.”

“I’m not, I’m just questioning your taste in clothes.”

“Right, grampa has spoken. You look like you should be put in an archaeological museum every time you’re out of uniform.”

“At least my clothes are comfortable, you’re always running around half naked. Did you know crop tops were made for summer and not fucking December?”

“The only hotness I need is my own, thank you.”

“Merlin, you’re so self-centered!” Remus threw his hands up in exasperation.

“Centre of attention, there’s a difference.”

“Right, I forgot about all of your girlfriends. By the way, do they know about each other?”

“You’re one to talk, the other day that boy Gregory was practically drooling just looking at you!”

“I tutor them, I don’t end up making out with them in every single corridor I walk through!”

“Oh, I’m sorry I’m having fun while you break your back on books!”

“At least I get good grades while yours are dropping.”

“Never cared about them. While you do too much apparently.”

“You’re going to fail your OWLS if you go on like this.”

“Like you care.”

“I do care! I want you to do good, why do you think I don’t? But you apparently care more about snogging girls than your own future!”

“I don’t want to think about my future!” Sirius screamed. “I refuse to think about it! Because if I do, the only thing I see is the future my parents are planning for me and I don’t want that!”

There was a moment of silence. James shot a look at Peter, tense like he was. He had lost count of the times Sirius had crawled in his bed in the middle of the night, shaking after a nightmare, terrified of what his parents would do to him come this Christmas break. He knew Sirius had only told him the extent of his fear, that he preferred to keep on a brave face in front of the rest of their friends, especially Remus, whom he admired a lot despite all the tension between them.

“I don’t want the good grades they expect me to have! I don’t want to be their obedient son, I don’t want them to still have the hold they have on my little brother, I don’t want my surname to be theirs anymore! And I don’t want to look like them in the way I dress, I don’t want them to cut my hair again, I don’t even want to snog all those girls!”

Sirius stopped, panting, his eyes now filled with tears James knew he would do anything to push back. Remus was looking at him, paler than usual.

“What do you want then?” he asked slowly.

Sirius sighed, a tired sigh, a sigh of defeat. He moved a hand.

“You,” he whispered. “I want you, Moony.”

Remus’s jaw dropped open.

“What?” he said.

“Why do you think I always have a Bowie shirt on? He’s a god, yes, but he’s your favourite singer. Why do you think I hate that boy Gregory? Because he has a very blatant crush on you!”

“He doesn’t,” Remus shook his head.

“How would you know? You don’t look at him, exactly like you don’t look at me, not in that way. Why do you think I always have girls around? Because I can’t have you!”

“Sirius, I…”

“Why do you think we’re always bickering? Because that’s the only moment you pay me attention, the only moment in which you see me and if we have to fight for me to get just a sliver of your interest then so be it!”

Sirius had lost the fight with his tears, because James saw one roll down his cheek. But before he could brush it away, Remus had crossed the space dividing them and had taken Sirius’s face in his hands, diving in and kissing him. The strangled sound Sirius made lasted only half a second before his arms wrapped around Remus’s waist, dragging him closer. James didn’t move, even though he thought that maybe him and Peter should find a way to leave those two alone. He feared that any kind of sound or movement would break the spell.

“I’m sorry, Padfoot,” Remus murmured when they came up for air. “I… I want you too.”

“Halle-fucking-lujah,” Peter whispered as Sirius smiled and leaned in for another kiss.

James just shook his head as Peter stirred him towards the stairs to their dorm. He wasn’t mad about those two finding an alternative for all their bickering.

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Hi! I really like some of the Hazbin Hotel matchups you’ve done, and was wondering if I could request one.

Gender: I’m a cis guy (he/him)

Sexuality: Bisexual (though I lean heavily towards women)

Appearance: I lean sort of punk. My hair’s kinda medium length & messy. During colder seasons I wear torn darker grey jeans and a leather biker jacket, while during the summer I just wear black tank tops and dark colored shorts.

Personality: On the inside I’m very sensitive, empathetic, and loving. But I also struggle with trust and vulnerability, so I’m not great at showing those traits outwardly. Outwardly I’m kinda witty, calm, and unserious, even a bit aloof sometimes. I can be energetic and loud when I’m having fun though.

Likes: I love writing/creative expression of any kind (especially with stories that are highly emotional). I also love singing and acting (was a big theater kid back in HS). Another hobby of mine is playing videogames, particularly challenging/action packed ones that really make me lock in. And finally, I love cute dogs. All of the affection I struggle to show others, I show to my dog. He’s the sweetest.

Dislikes: I dislike people who are manipulative. I also dislike the cold. Finally, I dislike strict authority (very much a free spirit).

Extra: I think romantically I especially gravitate towards people who are warm and affectionate. With how much I struggle to give it out myself, I love someone who can bridge the gap. And if they’re fun and playful, all the better (teasing will make me act a little tsundere, but I love it deep down)

Thanks for your time!

~~~~~ MATCHUP ~~~~~

HAZBIN HOTEL

Emily

~~~~~ HEADCANON ~~~~~

She loves your style; anything from Hell is exciting and new to her, so seeing you with Charlie during one visit made her super curious.

She makes it her goal to see you whenever she can, even sneaking out from the Seraphim Tower to see you one visit.

She gives you nonstop compliments because, at every meeting with you, she finds something new about you she likes.

She likes to joke that she's your inverse since you wear a lot of black, and she wears a lot of white.

She stole your clothes and made a White version of your outfit.

She thinks it's cute when you reject her kindness but blush super dark.

You would be the first person she found if she ever fell from heaven's graces.

She would stay by your side and tell you about her plans and dreams.

She would love to invest in your hobbies even though she is not good at them.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

You were on one of your excursions with Charlie to visit Heaven; Vaggie had been out helping train sinners in case the extermination ever started again. Once you had made it to your room, you knew that a young Seriphem would come busting through your door at any moment. Her excitement was contagious, but you had to play it cool; you were a Sinner. As if on cue, Emily made her way in a smile plastered on her face. "I am so glad you got to come this time! I was worried Charlie would bring her girlfriend again. How have you been?" You smiled softly at her kindness, explaining your time to her since you guys last talked.

You two had an odd relationship; everyone in hell knew about your growing partnership. However, in heaven, you two had to make it look like she was highly interested in a Sinner's life. It was hard keeping things a secret, but it was for the best, as she was bound to fall from the angel's graces if they knew. As you two talked about all the different things going on in your lives, sharing secret kisses and touches, you heard a loud bang at your door. " Emily, hide and don't say a word till I tell you too." She nodded and took to hiding in your closet.

You opened the door to be greeted by an out-a-breath Charlie, who looked frazzled. "Y/N Em needs to leave now; Sara is growing suspicious." You nodded and went to get Emily. As she went to leave the room, you kissed her cheek gently. Yes, it was risky, but who cares? She needed to know you enjoyed her company even if it was limited.

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(For the first time in forever, the Seraphim were to come down to hell to discuss business with Lucifer and Charlie. During this meeting, Emily snuck away to find you playing some video games)

Emily: Whoa, what is that?

Y/N: Well, it's a bunch of code that creates a story you play through.

Emily: That's super fun. Do you just shoot all the little dead things?

Y/N: they are called zombies, but yes, I do shoot them, and I collect artifacts as I do to complete the story.

Emily: Fasinating (She stares at the screen harder)

Y/N: are you not even remotely bothered by the gore?

Emily: No. When we arrived, Charlie walked us along the streets of hell, and I think I have seen it all now.

Y/N: Oh.....

[fumikomiyasaki]

Sweet Escape

Cw: mostly fluff and ship content, OC x Canon, Fumi not being a professional writer

Even if to many Heartslabyul students it seemed like the two were dating already... even after Treys sweet confession with a cake she couldn't really believe this was real... that they were a thing now... in itself it made Carol nervous but excited as well... and she knew... she wanted to make it something special.

And so for her first date with him she decided to make room when it comes to tutoring... her schedule was always a busy one but she didn't want anything to get in the way of this special day. Especially cause those last days with her students wore her down... as she wrote some notes and made up some ideas between classes she noticed a hand laying a muffin on the table that was all too familiar as she turned her head and smiled.

"Punctual as usual, Sweetcake."

"Someone seems excited."

"After all I look forward to our meeting later. I did plan some things."

He put a hand on her shoulder and winked. "Knowing you it probably will be nice, just don't overdo it, Carol. Or else I need to carry you there later."

Her cheeks grew a little red. "I will make sure to watch out for that."

He placed a kiss on her cheek and moved on... she couldn't help but stare after him as Lyla next to her snapped her out of it.

"Guess you still need to finish your plan right? Girl, I know what you think right now but-"

"Don't mind it... I do have that dress Mythra recommended... it is a good day today so might as well try that summer dress. And I think I just got the place I can invite him to."

Lyla gave her a nod. "Just loosen up and have fun, will you. You always try to work hard to make a good impression on others so, relax."

"Thank you Lyla."

"And what about me, are you two not going to ask me how I got this wound?" Leroy scoffed at them as Carol looked in concern and plastered a bandaid on the spot. "With your dorm... its no wonder it happens. But If there is anything I can get you, do tell Lee."

"Better listen to Lyla, I am fine, don't worry about others and think of yourself."

With a smile the tutor got up and moved on after finishing her lunch.. the day went exhausting as usual. Eventually she went back to Ramshackle, changed her clothes and texted Trey where to meet up... with a smile she looked up at his face lighting up seeing her... she even could spot a blush on it... noticing the picnic basket in his hands.

He opened his arms to hug her a little before they looked at another.

"You look... really pretty in this."

"Thank you. I see you also did take my request to heart."

"If you chose a nice place might as well provide with something nice to eat as well. I hope a warm apple pie will be to your liking."

He pulled an arm around her as she chuckled. "You know me well already."

The nervous feeling she had was lifted just seeing his smirk... she held her hand to his while they walked, accepting his arm in an half embrace... the wind slowly drifted across them on this sunny day... a perfect day for a stroll to the flower fields and a picnic...

The sweet smell of Begonias and Lilies drew near as Carol started to hold Treys hand calmly guiding him through the flower garden she found... a fountain gave a calm breeze in this heat before they both settled down on a blanket and packed out their lunches.

"To think people thought we been dating so long and this is our actual first date... its kinda silly."

"I must say... its probably cause many were jealous... "

"Hm?"

"Being with such a pretty tutor and spending a lot time with her... I feel I had many sharp gazes at me."

She twirled her hair a bit red.

"I am sorry for the obvious annoyances following me...I do hope they will stop now that I am in a relationship."

"Even then... I wouldn't mind dealing with them."

He put a hand firmly on hers scooting closer to her as if the calm her.

"I know... I feel good when I am with you, Trey. And not only cause of the treats."

He laughed slightly before looking into her eyes.

"I think there is something sweeter than my treats."

"And what would that be?" Her tone was teasing a little but she got caught of guard that he actually did lean forward to kiss her... she welcomed it however... it was a sweet taste... probably from baking earlier there was still some of the sugar lingering on his lips... with a blush she withdrew again.

"You are right... your kisses are almost addicting." She smiled softly.

"I can only give that back... but for now... lets enjoy this view a little."

The two set the food aside and looked up at the sky, as Carol snuggled in his embrace...

"I am glad... you decided to confess to me... I been having those feelings for a while but now... it feels like I am finally free... open to show you how often I thougth about hugging you like this."

He looked down at her in his arms and squeezed her tighter.

"And I don't mind if you want any more affections, I welcome them, my dear Apple."

It was just the rest she needed... just her... the soothing smell, the warmth of him holding her... this was all to forget her worries... her stress... she just felt happy. She could talk about her worries, her stress, share fun stories from tutoring.

Eventually the Sun was setting, the two packed their food in and rolled the blanket up.

"So shall I take you back or-"

"Actually...Trey, I want to still spend time with you... could we.... "

She put her fingers together as he put his hands on hers.

"I know a nice way to stroll around and chat. And I will bring you to your dorm too once we are done."

"Thank you so much."

"However~ What if we go to a Karaoke bar?"

"W-what makes you choose that?"

He smirked at her. "You friends told me you have a nice singing voice but are not confident in it."

"They are correct... so you do wanna hear it."

"The best way to face a worry is to confront it. So how about we do that."

"Okay... I will try then. Lead the way."

In the end... eventually the night passed and they both walked hand in hand to the Ramshackle dormitory... at the door step Carol turned around... her hair flowing with the wind of the night... as she put her hands on his shoulders...

"Can I get a good nights kiss, sweetcake?"

"Of couse."

With one lean down she wanted to take it all in... keep this mind in memory... get into bed with a good feeling.... she knew this was the start of something she would be looking forward to each day. Even if it meant having to deal with her bothersome students more. She was glad to have Trey at her side.

[bellewintersroe]

James ‘Moe’ Alley x nurse Jenny OC- Headcannons - Part 1.

You guys this boy is SO criminally underrated, I love him so I’m gonna dedicate a bunch of these headcannons / scenarios for him. If anybody has any requests for Alley then let me know!

just doing a spin off from the Easy boys x nurse headcannons, I feel like I need to delve further into underrated characters! And the OC being a nurse feels a lot more realistic for me to write about! I can explore more things than I could with a civilian OC.

This is going to be divided into parts just so it’s not insanely long- and I can write about specific events without having to skip past anything.

Also Jenny/ Jen is my go to OC name atm, that and Missy or Maggie- don’t ask me why, they’re just easier to remember 😭😭

I can see Moe being on the shyer / sensitive side. I’ll get more into the sensitive thing further on, but rn let’s talk about him pre war.

I think he’s kinda experienced with girls? Maybe had one or two relationships, but I think his body count is probably around 3/4? Nothing too wild, most of them have been when he’s drunk because I feel like he was maybe a little insecure as a teenager?

by the age of 22 he’s filled out, tall, muscular, super duper handsome, but I feel like he’d still be a little awkward? Especially around girls, around the guys he’s a lot more chill and he’s one of the more popular guys in Easy.

so when a bunch of nurses, attached to Easy company are introduced to the men, 99.9% of them are swarming around them, super happy to have such lovely ladies working alongside of them. But there’s this one particular blonde haired, blue eyed girl which Moe watched from afar. She’s petite, shorter than the rest, with lots and lots of hair and the most perfect face Moe had ever seen.

Moe thinks she looks stunning in her uniform, Angel like, so he can’t even imagine how drop dead gorgeous she is in her normal clothes.

Jenny is similar to Moe, slightly more on the sensitive side, and a little shy. She, however, once she gets to know people warms up super quick and has the most bubbliest personality. She’s chatty and has a laugh that’s contagious, there’s a light spread of freckles lingering across her cheeks and nose which only comes out in the summer, and despite army regulations, she loves wearing makeup and painting her nails.

anyway, back too it, Alley is pretty good friends with Liebgott and Christenson already, and they scored the best seats in the house with this Angel in particular sat right between them.

Moe finds an opportunity that’s not too demanding, nor would it be awkward with his buddies and makes a B line for the table. In the process, Jenny would glance up and see the most gorgeous man walking her way.

He’s tall dark and handsome, she has to take a double take at the baby face to make sure he’s actually walking over to her and not somebody else.

this is cute short when Skinny Sisk plants his ass firmly on the chair, stealing both Jenny’s attention and Alley’s plan. Alley mentally curses, borderline shooting daggers into Skinny’s head before playing it off as going to get another drink.

Every now and then the two of them would glance over in each others directions, curious to know more about each other.

unfortunately neither of them catch each others eyes at the same time and Alley would be under the impression that Jenny’s into Joe Liebgott, seeing as they’re chatting so much.

Anyway, a little time jump, training in Toccoa is fun and all- well, it’s really not. The only fun parts are the occasional weekend pass in which Jenny usually goes home to visit family and friends.

however there’s one particular weekend when she stays on sight, it’s a Sunday evening and shes walking to where there’s a cinema set up inside the hall. Some old movie is playing that’s played 10x over but she doesn’t care.

anyway, she walks in and despite it meant to be quiet in there, people are all like ‘Aw hey, Jenny!’ Glad to see her, and Moe, sat next to Liebgott finally learns her name.

‘Jenny’ Moe mutters out loud, smiling to himself like a dork, swivelled in his seat to face her like many of the other men and women are.

‘Yeah?’ Oh Shit- she heard and Moe’s breathless, and she’s breathless, waiting to find out why this random guy just said her name. Only when Jenny’s eyes narrowed did she recognise it to be the same handsome stranger from the pub that first time.

Moe is PANICKING, Liebgott is smirking, one of Jenny’s friend hooked under his arm as they watch him FREAK.

‘Oh- I just didn’t- know your name. That’s all, I’m Moe by the way.’ He’s springing up out of his seat, standing almost a foot taller than Jenny. She’s borderline blown away by his height, but his nervous rambling makes her feel somewhat at ease.

‘Hi, Moe, it’s nice to meet you.’ Then they shake hands? Kinda awkward, ik. But her voice is so sweet and has the slightest rasp, Moe truly believes she’s an Angel.

‘Well, it’s actually James but… nobody calls me that, anyway d’ya wanna sit here?’ Before he can think he’s offering his chair up and she giggles making him turn a vibrant red. It’s lucky it’s dark in there.

‘No, but, I’ll sit next to you.’ She’s shrugging casually, taking a seat right besides him. They slightly knock shoulders and she’s smiling to himself whilst he’s a sweating mess.

‘What an introduction Moe. Or is it James?’ Liebgott immediately starts teasing, embarrassing his friend further.

Jenny stands up for Moe, thinking his introduction was cute, when she leans over him he gets even more fidgety. ‘Shut your fly trap Joe… Is it Moe or is it James thought?’

conversation kinda flows from there between the four of them sat together, but the movie starting cuts any chance Moe thinks he has to redeem himself, short.

he’d be tense the whole time, and Jenny would be fidgety as hell. He’s stiffened, trying not to do the same, but there’s some kinda happiness inside of him that even if she’s moving around in her chair every 30 seconds, she still chose to sit next to him.

that evening he’d be BEGGING Joe to get you guys all out together, on some kinda four way date as he’s too nervous to approach Jenny alone. Jenny on the other hand drops all the hints possible that she’s into Moe, but she’s too flustered and he’s too flustered to notice.

‘I dunno man, I’m not really into the chick I was with earlier-“ ‘Liebgott, you’ve gotta do me just this one favour, man’.

the next thing Liebgott knows he’s acting very reluctantly as Cupid / matchmaker. But hey, if it makes his buddy happy, and Jenny is a total doll, so he wants to do it for his buddy.

Jenny would be sighing to her best friend Alice, saying how this guys a total dreamboat, all whilst Alice is complaining about how annoying the skinny dude was who she was on a date with. (Liebgott).

anyway I think their initial attraction would be super cute and innocent, but obviously things don’t always run smoothly so stay tuned for part two 😏

[grimmswan]

Mess

Once Upon a Time

Neal is a mess, and keeps getting messier. He has an interest in Emma Swan. But Killian Jones has his life put together more than Neal ever would.

Warning!! This is not a story for Neal fans. This is a story for those who like to see Neal being given a hard time.

No one told Neal not to shower for two days. No one told Neal to wear the same clothes three days in a row. And most definitely no one told Neal to ignore his deodorant completely.

But that didn’t stop him from blaming every single one of his house mates for why he made the absolutely worst impression imaginable on the stunning Emma Swan.

The guys of the house all knew about her. She was the best friend of Mary Margaret, who was the girlfriend of David Nolan, their housemate.

 There seemed to never be a chance to talk to her. It was only through David’s and Mary Margaret’s social media that most of the house knew Emma Swan existed.

She was very beautiful. And she liked to be active. She especially seemed to love the beach.

A little scrolling through Mary Margaret’s social media photos showed a girls’ trip where all of the ladies were wearing swimsuits.

Neal was determined to meet Emma. He was sure they would have a lot of fun together.

When David said they all of the housemates were invited to a party hosted by Mary Margaret’s parent’s, one that all of her friends would be attending; Neal thought the perfect opportunity to meet Emma Swan had arrived.

The party was scheduled for Friday starting at seven. So Neal planned on showering and using his favorite scented products a half an hour before they would leave to attend. He even had the clothes he planned to wear already picked out and set up.

But he chose not to shower Wednesday night, at all Thursday, or Friday Morning. And he wore the same clothes he had put on since showering Wednesday morning all through that Friday evening.

And even though he had a brand new stick of deodorant on his dresser, he decided not to open it until after his shower Friday evening.

The rest of the housemates repeatedly, and vehemently begged for him to do something, anything, to reduce the odor that was beginning to emit from him. But Neal didn’t see the point since he would be getting cleaned up before the party.

Friday was a hot sunny summer day. Meaning by noon, Neal could be smelled from several feet away.

The only saving grace was that his greasy hair could have been excused as being damp from sweat.

He needed all of the help he could get when he met with his housemates at their favorite diner for lunch and discovered David had invited his girlfriend, and her two best friends.

“Well isn’t this a pleasant surprise? It’s going to be a more enjoyable lunch with these three beauties dining with us.”

Neal had to clamp his jaw shut to prevent himself from telling Kilian Jones to shut up.

His fancy words and accent were always causing women to blush and giggle.

Ok, maybe the women weren’t giggling, but they were all smiling, And Emma looked like her cheeks had turned a little pink.

Neal got angrier. He had dibs on Emma, and Jones was ruining his chance.

David introduced everyone. “Ruby Lucus, Emma Swan, these are my housemates, August, Graham, Killian, and Neal.”

“Oh, he’s your housemate? I thought he was homeless.” Emma exclaimed in surprise.

All of the guys except for Neal laughed.

“Cassidy is taking a strike against bathing.” August said

The group was seated at a booth. Neal was made to sit on a chair on the outside of the table.

As she was moving past him, Neal noticed Emma’s nose turn up in disgust. He also noticed Killian Jones scoot in right next to her.

Her cheeks turned a darker shade as Killian spoke softly to her. He was just telling her about the best things on the menu, but he had a talent for making anything sound like poetry.

Neal could not hate him more.

Emma’s face was very expressive. Every emotion she felt was right there for all to see.

Every word Killian said, every gesture he made, earned a smile and a look of fascination by Emma.

However, everytime Neal said anything, motioned in any way to get her attention, Emma would actually lean back in her seat, putting as much distance between them as possible. Her polite smile would seem pained. And she would turn her head slightly, usually behind Killian Jones’s shoulder.

Neal wanted to scream that it wasn’t fair. If he had known he was going to be meeting Emma Swan for lunch, he would have cleaned himself up.

But he was stuck in a situation where he looked his worst and his rival looked his best.

“You did that on purpose.” He accused David when they were back at the house, getting ready for the party.

“What are you talking about?”

“You invited the girl’s for lunch just to make sure Emma saw me looking horrible. But you made sure Jones was looking good.”

“Jones always looks like that.” David retorted. “Unlike you, he believes in bathing.”

“And he's always been a stickler for keeping himself presentable. He’s been that way since before he moved in with us.” August added.

In the back of his mind, Neal remembered that Killian believed in always dressing well. Clean clothes every day. Facial hair neatly trimmed. Well groomed.

To Killian, it was important how he presented himself. So he always ensured his appearance was the best it should be for that occasion.

But while it was reasonable to believe that it was just an unfortunate set of circumstances that made his first meeting with Emma Swan to be a disaster, Neal wasn’t in the mood to be reasonable.

Instead, he was going to make them all pay for embarrassing him.

He scrubbed himself nearly raw, trying to get as clean as possible. While showering, he was trying to think of ways of getting Emma Swan’s attention away from Killian Jones.

He insisted on driving his own car to the party, instead of hitching a ride with anyone. And he insisted on not having any passengers. 

He planned that Emma would be leaving the party with him, and he didn’t want anyone else with them in his car.

The others were more than happy to not have to put up with him and his attitude on the way to Mary Margaret’s parent’s house.

It escaped Neal’s notice that both Graham and Killian had left the house early, each in their own cars.

It turned out, Mary Margaret’s parents were wealthy. They lived in a mansion with a large yard, a massive pool, a garden maze, and an outdoor kitchen.

The whole party was being held in the back area with the pool, and all of the food was being served from the outdoor kitchen.

Neal grabbed a plate, loaded it up, got a drink, and found a spot where he could survey everything, keeping an eye out for long blonde hair.

He finally spotted Emma. And nearly cracked the beer bottle in his hand when he saw that Killian had his arm around her.

They were looking at one another adoringly, smiling and popping pieces of food in each other’s mouths.

Neal stomped over. He tried to knock the plate of food Killian was holding out of his hands, but his reflexes were just as good as his hygiene, and he got it out of the way before a mess could be made.

“Watch it, mate.” Killian growled.

The menacing look on his face made Neal take a step back. But he didn’t want to seem weak in front of Emma. So he mustered up all of his courage and growled back at Killian.

“You watch it. You knew I was interested in Emma. But you just had to push your way in.” 

He turned to Emma. “Baby, you and I could be really good together.”

“You have sauce down your shirt. And all over your beard.”

There was a bark of laughter from the crowd of people Neal hadn’t noticed that had gathered.

Neal also hadn’t realized that while he was busy focusing on finding Emma, barbecue sauce had been spilling down his shirt. Adding on to the fact that he hadn’t remembered to wipe his mouth before charging to where Emma and Killian were sitting, Neal once again looked like a complete mess.

The second face to face meeting with Emma Swan in one day, and the second time he was appearing in front of her looking like a complete slob.

“The lady obviously has no interest in you. So I suggest you shove off.”

Neal’s pride would not allow him to simply walk away. Especially knowing Killian would certainly have his hands all over Emma that night.

“A slut like you wouldn’t appreciate a nice guy like me, anyway. You’re obviously a gold digging whore who prefers guys with money.”

He tried to toss the remainder of his beer on Emma, but had his vision blocked by a fist to the face.

He heard the crack of bone breaking, right before he felt a searing shot of pain and fell back on his ass.

“Apologize to the lady.” Killian hovered over him menacingly. At that moment, Neal feared there was a very real possibility of Jones killing him.

Emma went to Killian’s side. First touching his shoulder, then cupping his face to have him look at her.

“Hey, Killian, come one.” She spoke softly, as if addressing a dangerous animal.

Neal half wondered if that’s what Killian was.

“He’s not worth it. He’s not the first guy to get his pride hurt and shoot his mouth. He won’t be the last.”

“No one should talk to you like that, Swan. You’re an amazing woman.”

“What he thinks doesn’t matter to me. I don’t care what he thinks or says about me. I’m not interested in him. I’m interested in you. I care about what you think about me.”

“I think you’re beautiful.” Killian allowed Emma to guide him away.

“Now you’ve got blood running down your shirt.” Ruby shot at Neal as she walked past with Graham by her side, his arm tightly around her.

“If you're thinking about pressing charges against Killian, we’ll all say that you tried to attack Emma and he was just defending her.”

Neal had thought Mary Margaret was all sunshine, rainbows, and unicorns. But the way she spoke made him realize that she definitely had a dark side.

“I think it would be a good idea if you started looking for a new place to live.” David added. He and his girlfriend in obvious unity.

Neal got up and left. He was grateful he had brought his own car and didn’t have a passenger to deal with.

He wasn’t leaving with Emma like he had planned. And while that knowledge made him angry, he comforted himself with the belief that she would regret her decision when she saw how much of a womanizer Jones was.

He focused on that thought at the hospital while he was having his nose looked at.

He focused on that thought as he was packing his stuff and moving out.

He focused on that thought three months later when he heard that the rest of the guys had moved out of the house.

David and Mary Margaret were moving in together.

Graham was moving in with Ruby and her girlfriend Belle.

Neal hadn’t realized he should have been jealous of another one of his former housemates till he heard that news.

August was moving into a studio apartment above his new workshop.

And of course Killian was moving with Emma into a place by the water.

Neal tried to tell himself that it wouldn’t last.

He was still trying to tell himself that even a year later when he saw their engagement announcement. Their smiling faces looking out at him. Mocking him.

Angrily, he slammed his phone down on the counter. Then shouted in frustration when he heard the screen crack.

“What a mess.”

[fandoms-are-my-friends-1321]

Jeffrey x Male Reader Headcannons

I am finally getting around to posting this, and I apologize for it taking me so long! Between working all summer every day to my university classes, I am a very busy person, but being able to take a breather and write these headcannons may help me!

Description: Some general headcannons for Jeffrey and a male reader, mostly how they get to the dating phase and what happens once they start dating

Warnings: Slight causing, otherwise just cuteness overload

I think that Jeffrey’s expression above embodies how a lot of the instances are going to go when he sees the reader for the first time

He is nervous and startled by how handsome the reader is, bamboozled if you will

There are two places where the reader and Jeffrey likely met, either at work for the Baroness or in one of her many shops

If it was in the shop, the day would start like any other for Jeffrey. The Baroness had sent him on a daily check to one of her busiest stores, and Jeffrey took pride in making sure that everyone was in line

He would be talking to the front desk worker about orders and how business had been holding up, eagerly scribbling notes to take back to the Baroness

But then the reader walked in, wearing the most dashing suit imaginable, and Jeffrey would drop his pen from how flustered he was

As the reader wandered around the shop, admiring the latest tie design or a new suit jacket, Jeffrey would quickly finish up his work before scattering to the back room of the store to catch his breath

There is definitely a small part of Jeffrey that wants to be confident, but after being made fun of by the crushed he had before, the fear of messing up always stopped him

Then again, the more Jeffrey saw the reader as he nervously peaked out the window at the top of the back room door, it’s almost as if his feet carried him off on his own

Before he knew it, Jeffrey stood before this gorgeous man, but he was sweating so much and his face surely looked darker than a tomato by now

“E-Excuse me, sir, but would you like some help finding anything?” Jeffrey would stutter, mentally slapping himself for being so timid

The reader would smile as he turned towards Jeffrey, obviously a bit more confident than him. “Now that you mention it, which tie looks better? The emerald or the periwinkle?”

Oh how Jeffrey adored the smile from the get go

Fashion was Jeffrey’s wheel house, and he knew that too, so in a moment of bravery he spoke up. “Actually, neither would look good.”

The reader may be a bit startled by this, and yet there was something about Jeffrey’s tone that made him wonder. “Oh yeah? What would you suggest then?”

Jeffrey would reach for a gold tie and drape it around the reader’s neck. “This gold tie looks good with most suit jacket colors, but especially blue and brown suits. However, the key here is that this tie will bring out the color of your eyes and match your confidence. It would only make sense to buy this one instead of the others.”

Jeffrey really hoped he didn’t sound like a know it all, but how else would he even begin to impress a guy as handsome as this?

“Oh, why didn’t I think of that!” The reader would explain as he ran a had through his hair with a lopsided grin. “What’s your name? I really should thank the man whose helping me in an area that I honestly struggle in.”

“It’s Jeffrey, sir, and it’s really no trouble at all. Working for the Baroness has its perks when it comes to fashion.”

The reader would beam as he offered a hand for Jeffrey to shake. “I’m Y/N, and I think I may just have to call you the next time I need clothing advice.”

From there, the reader would stop by the shop every time that Jeffrey would be there, and they would talk about fashion and their own lives as the romance between them slowly builds

As for meeting at work, it is a bit more straightforward

The reader was a new designer for the Baroness, a man of great renowned when it came to designing men’s dress shirts and slacks

No matter the color combination, Y/N knew how to make an outfit work

Jeffrey, being an aspiring designer himself, could not resist Y/N’s confident charm

One day as Jeffrey walked by Y/N’s desk, he noticed that he was struggling with a latest design

“The gold lining on the pant cuffs has always worked for me before, so why the hell isn’t it working now?” Y/N mumbled to himself as he gripped his pen with frustration

Jeffrey stopped in his tracks and hesitantly walked over towards Y/N. “P-Pardon my intrusion, Mr. L/N, but have you considered putting the gold lining on the cuffs of the sleeves instead of the pants?”

Jeffrey expected Y/N to yell at him for being so stupid, maybe even have him fired, but as Y/N reworked his sketches, a grin spread across his face

“Oh my goodness, this is brilliant! Why didn’t I think of this before? What’s your name again?”

“Jeffrey, and I d-don’t want you to think that I thought your first design was awful. Y-You don’t have to take my suggestion.”

But Y/N wanted to use Jeffrey’s idea, and from there, Jeffrey offered Y/an advice whenever he needed it

The more these two designers interacted, the more in love they fell with each other

For both scenarios, the reader would likely ask Jeffrey out because he is so shy, but of course he would say yes to the reader (amidst a blushing fit of course)

And what better way to seal their love than with a kiss, which would be difficult at first from how stiff and awkward Jeffrey is, but the Y/N always put Jeffrey at ease eventually

If the Baroness found out Y/N and Jeffrey were dating, she would probably be surprised that the man who was making her so much money would date someone like Jeffrey

Then again, she probably wouldn’t think on it too much either

“Jeffrey, did you say you had a date with Y/N? My top suit designer?”

“Y-Yes, Ms. Baroness, it’s our 6 month anniversary today.”

“Oh, how quaint,” and then the Baroness would zoom across the room to yell at one of the workers for trying to put silk on a new dress

Needless to say, the beginning may be awkward, but Jeffrey is a strong and willing lover who would give the world to make the reader happy, and as long as he can hold the man of his dreams in his arms, then Jeffrey is content

Tags: @specswhannell

[old-lorarri]

hiiii! i wanted to congratulate you on 4k and request a "─ lost cause . . . ❨ send me a description of yourself + a fandom and gender preference, and i’ll ship you with a character. ❩" for real madrid (mens team)

im not sure if you do football teams in specific, and if you dont im sorry but i saw you do a few football related posts and so why not

im a 20 year old american girl studying in university. im from the city (and a city girl deep down) but moved to a small town for my high school. im into a lot of things, skincare, fashion, doing nails, formula one, watching movies, music (tswift mostly but lots of r&b and latin music too), reading, writing, but especially football (or soccer!) im a rma fan (obvi), and ive been one since the sergio ramos (my man if he wasnt old and married <3) x luka modric day

i hope to be an author/actress/screenwriter/director, something of a mix of those three! ive always been into making stories and writing scripts, and i think itd be fun to cast myself in a movie i made! my main idol in the film industry is definitely greta gerwig because she can't write a bad movie.

for appearence im a mostly pale white chick who thrives to be tan all the time. i have blue eyes, a heart shaped face, good cheekbones a high hairline, and brown hair. i could be a model if i wasnt 5'4 im convinced, but only high fashion cause my look is kinda alien. i like to do my makeup and nails (ive gotten prtty good at gel manis!) in minimalist ways, ex. no makeup makeup and nuetral colors. i want to be clean girl but i just dress however i want. for fashion i really like baggy pants/jeans, mini skirts, sweatpants (its the american in me), tight tops, baggy graphic tees, cool hoodies, crewnecks, and lots of accesories. if i had more money id be so fashionable.

a few random things are, i love summer, swimming, and fruits. i cant do a small town because in the city theres just so much better food, clothes, and more stuff to do. i want to learn more languages, and visit lots of countries

VINI JR

obvi since you are a madrid fan

both of you are fan's of rnb

let's you do his nails from time to time

sings taylor swift songs with you

buys you a penthouse in the city

kinda jealous of ramos and luka cuz of how much you love them

is your proof reader of all of your scripts

loves your natural look

fashion icons

buys you everything u want without you even needing to says it

shows you his home country

and takes you all around the world

[redhairedgirl95]

Friendship Friday

For today's impromptu winx week content, let me share with you some friendship moments between different winx characters from my fics <3

From Looking at the stars, but only seeing one - chapter 4 - Technomagic and friends

Stella takes Timmy to a Tech event

She had conjured a shield over her head, and she had run – run – from the school’s entrance to the gates, passed them and then teleported right into the Mall. Not one raindrop had got her, her mother would’ve been proud. When Timmy arrived, five minutes late and already beyond worried, he was soaked. He had left the bike in the underground parking lot and got to the first floor, where Stella was waiting for him. “P-Princess … I’m sorry …” “No worries, Timmy. And it’s Stella to you.” She said, while using her powers to dry his clothes. “Better?” “Much better, thank you, Pr … Stella.” “There you go.” She smiled. “Okay, so … I figured you’d be better than Sky at this.” She pointed to a nearby tech store. “They’re presenting the newest Technomagic phone, and I wanted to you to help me see if it’s worth the money.” “The newest …” He gasped, looking at the crowd in line outside the store. There could have been half a thousand people. “We’ll never get inside.” “You bet?” She smiled and walked straight to the entrance.

From Enchanted Moments season 1 - chapter 3 - By your side

Flora, Musa, and Stella having a little fun

Flora and Musa helped her up so that she didn’t have to put all her weight on her hurt feet, then made her sit down on the grass and sat next to her. They looked at the two Specialists training with their phantoblades. “Mmm … I bet I can get them to take off their T-shirts.” “Stella!” It was Flora. Musa giggled. “How?” “I can … make it hotter.” She suggested, grinning. “Stella, you shouldn’t use your powers. Faragonda said …” “I’m fine, Flora.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s my last day in prison. I can do a little magic trick … and it’s not even magic, it��s just the weather. Right, Musa?” She shrugged. “If you say so …” Stella looked up and focused on the sun. Her father had taught her she could cause small changes in the weather if she concentrated hard enough. Her powers stemmed from the sun, she had a special connection with it, it was easy. The temperature increased by five degrees and soon the guys’ T-shirts were all sweaty. It didn’t take long before they ditched them. “What did I tell you?” She asked, proud of her work. “Wow, Riven is ripped!” She said a little too loud and the Specialists turned to look at them, who were undoubtedly staring. Especially Stella. And Musa. Flora immediately averted her eyes, red in the face.

From Imagine me and you - chapter 8 - Time flies

Young Sky and Brandon hiding from Diaspro

“Girls are the worst.” “Princess Diaspro is not so bad.” They were lying on the grass in the Palace gardens. It was summer and King Topaz and Queen Amber had come visit, they had brought their daughter too, a nine-year-old girl with long blonde hair and gemstones all over her dress. She was a nightmare. They had gone to the gardens to hide. Sky didn’t want to play dolls with her. Ehw! He wasn’t a child! He was nine! Like her, but she was a girl, and he was taller! So, it was like he was older than her. And Brandon wasn’t nine yet, but he was fun and they played with swords, fought monsters and rescued princesses. They didn’t want to play with dolls. “Not so bad? My father wants me to dance with her tonight. Dance, Brandon! Do you understand?” Brandon laughed. A little too loud. “Prince Sky? Where are you?” She had found them. The boys stood up, trying to find the best escape route. Brandon pointed to a puddle, and Sky nodded. They ran and jumped right into it, covering themselves in mud. Maybe Diaspro wouldn’t want to play with them now that they were all dirty and wet. “Boys are the worst!” They heard her say as she headed back to the Palace.

From Enchanted Moments season 2 - chapter 1 - Back to the beginning

Cyrus and Samson training Stella

“We’ve got a problem.” “I know.” “She’s getting good.” “I know.” “The King is going to reassign us.” “I know.” Cyrus sighed, as he and Samson watched the Princess practice with her new sword, a birthday gift from Eraklyon’s Head of the Royal Guard, who happened to be her boyfriend’s father. Less than ten days had passed since they’d started training her, under her own request. When she’d voiced it, they had thought she was joking. Even Cyrus, ever so serious, had laughed, but then she had repeated her wish in the presence of the King and Queen and they had almost choked on their breakfast. After the first shock, it was impressive how well the King had taken to his only daughter learning to use a blade. But then, she had already mastered fighting with her scepter, and it had been Radius himself the one who taught her, so …  “I can hear you, you know?” Stella put down the sword to catch her breath, and looked at her guards, who were looking back at her. “We know.” They answered as one. She smiled, sheathed the blade and secured it to her side, then she adjusted her ponytail and reached them, who were standing under the shadow of a nearby tree. “So? Are you afraid of me yet?” Stella joked. “We’ve been afraid of you since you were ten, Princess.” Samson answered dramatically, to which Cyrus added, “Once you can hold your guard for more than three seconds, I’ll start to worry.” Both Stella and Samson rolled their eyes in sync, just before they burst out laughing and the Princess went to hug the grim soldier, who rested a hand on her shoulder. Samson smiled at them, but a second later his eyes widened, and he started laughing so hard his belly ached. The Princess was lying on the grass, where Cyrus had left her, just a second before. “First rule about being a soldier: never let your guard down.” “I-I’ll try to remember it.” She babbled, and then Cyrus laughed too, helping her up. “I think that’s enough for today, don’t you, Princess?” Samson suggested, joining his friend, and offering an arm to Stella, which she gladly took and let her guards guide her back inside the Palace.

From Enchanted Moments season 2 - chapter 10 - Pressing matters

Riven helping Brandon blow off some steam

“Ain’t it a bit late to be up, future heir to the throne?” “Not now, Riven.” Brandon threw on a t-shirt and grabbed his gym bag as he made a beeline for the kitchen. He opened the fridge and took a couple of energy drinks, but when he closed it, the other Specialist was right in his face. “Move.” He didn’t have time to deal with Riven’s bullshit. He was sleep deprived, he couldn’t call Stella because she needed to sleep more than him, he’d just received a text message from King Radius – how the hell did he get his number? He was sure Stella hadn’t given it to him –, Sky was snoring like a bull, and all he wanted to do was punch something – or better someone. And now Riven seemed like a good enough option. “And what the fuck are you doing up anyway?” “I’ve seen the articles … wanna talk about it?” “I’d rather beat the shit out of someone.” “I’m up for it. Gimme a second.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Feel better, yet?” They were lying on the ring, panting heavily, t-shirts off, both covered in sweat and bruises. “I want a re-match.” “Another? Do you want me to swoop your almost-royal ass once again?” “Can’t end in a tie.” “I agree. And you’ll lose.” “You wish.”

From All that glitters is not gold - chapter 4 - When war play turns into war day

Radius and Helios suffering Cassandra's constant presence

“Radius? Radius, have you been listening to me?” “Of course. You were talking about …” He turned to Helios for help and his friend made some signs. What did they mean? Fortunately, Cassandra’s attention was totally focused on Radius, so she didn’t see Helios frantically gesturing. He had put his hands in front of his chest and was moving, kinda swaying. He couldn’t mean that. No, boobs wasn’t the answer. “Ehm …” “The ball, Radius.” She rolled her eyes. “Tonight’s ball. I was saying that we could dance together.” “Oh, yeah!” Of course it wasn’t boobs. Not that Cassandra had any. And he didn’t even like her! She was just a friend. Like Helios. Well, not like Helios. Helios was his best friend; Cassandra was … someone who always found a way to be wherever he was whenever he was there. It was annoying sometimes. (Most of the times). “Wonderful! I claim first dance!” “What? No!” He exclaimed, and then had to find a way to make up for his rude answer. Cassandra tended to cry, a lot, and Radius never knew what to do when she cried. “I mean … I don’t like dancing.” Lie. He loved dancing, and he was good at it. His father said he had inherited the talent from his mother, Queen Suna, the sun dancer. He thought of her whenever he danced, he hoped she would be proud of him, looking down on him from the Light of the Suns.  “But it’s a ball. You have to dance!” And she knew he was lying. She had seen him dance. He was good! Unlike Helios. Besides, she had already danced with him a couple of times, and he’d never stepped on her feet. And he was the Prince, while Helios … Helios was just a noble, and not even an important one. Not like her. She would be Countess one day, and, given that the Prince hadn’t yet chosen a bride, she could hope for a higher title. King Radius and Queen Cassandra of Solaria, what a nice couple they would make! “I don’t. Father says I don’t have to dance if I don’t want to.” He replied. “And I’ve gotta beat Luna. She won last time.” In the gardens of Linphea, during some kind of fair, they had found a quiet spot and she had asked for a chessboard. Her Queen had checkmated his King in less than ten minutes. Twice. The third time he had resigned halfway through the match. “But I’m gonna destroy her tonight.”

[darkandstormydolls]

Part four of my fantasy costuming project: Daemon!

Link to the masterpost:

So the daemoni (does that pluralization remotely follow the rules of English grammar? No! Am I a fantasy writer who can do what I want? Yes!) are an interesting sort. They’re creatures of the water, which has a lot of implications for how they work but mostly for this purpose it means that they spend a lot of time in the water

I made this outfit out of linen, which would definitely be the most common fabric used in their clothes (often with a little bit of magic to made it not soak up water and get heavy and clingy). There’s three main pieces: pants (more of a capri-length would be more common, but I don’t like that style and I am a firm advocate in making/choosing costumes that work with your comfort level with clothes, so I went with the still occasionally seen full length pants instead), a shirt (honestly this is long enough to wear as a summer dress but it is over pants and serving a shirt like purpose in this outfit, so that’s what I’m calling it. Also the hem ended up an inch or two longer than I had expected it to), and a vest over top (which is generally an optional item of clothing, but very common).

The shirt has a fairly wide neckline and can be just pulled over my head, although admittedly that might be a bit trickier with the horns that daemoni usually have. There isn’t really a lot of complex stuff to talk about in this outfit: the vest has a very narrow facing along all the edges to finish it off, and there’s a facing at the neckline of the shirt, other than that it’s all hems. Just like how demons can’t overheat, it would take a lot of daemoni to be affected by cold (like, their blood starting to freeze), so additional layers are very rarely added, and this combined with the fact that many of them wouldn’t be spending a lot of time in direct sun, at least not for longer periods of time, means that short sleeves are standard. Just like the elves, the daemoni will often decorate their clothes with embroidery, especially as trim, and since I was working with fairly boring items of clothing here, I absolutely took the chance to decorate them here. There’s a bunch of featherstitching on the vest, two lines of chain stitches in different colors at the neckline, hem, and sleeve hems of the shirt, and a more complicated border on the pant hems. I had a lot of fun with the embroidery on this one, both because my embroidery skills had improved since making my fae clothes and also because I was trying out a lot more different stitches and designs this time.

Close up looks

I wove the sash for this outfit in the same was that I made the sash and trim on my demon clothes, although this one is just striped and lacks a pickup pattern. I opted to wear a bunch of jewelry with this one (conveniently, I have an absurd amount of costume jewelry from flea markets, plus an additional absurd amount that isn’t my style but that I keep for costumes like this one) because the daemoni are known for their gemstones and pearls (plus, it just felt appropriate for the species associated with water). There are also a handful of anachronisms with this outfit: mostly, the fact that I have my hair pinned up with the hair stick from my elven clothes (daemoni don’t usually wear their hair long), and the fact that I’m wearing boots (I have spoken before about my dislike of sandals, and I had even less desire to go barefoot. Perhaps a few daemoni might take to wearing fae-style boots if they were to spend a lot of time on land).

I really like this costume. It’s very comfortable, and all the linen makes it really nice to wear in warm weather (although admittedly I don’t get my worldbuilding costumes out as much as I would like), and despite the issues I ran into trying to find the fabric for the pants (none of the four fabric stores near me sell grey linen apparently, even in the upholstery sections, and I am slightly wary of buying fabric online, especially for something like this where I would want to be able to feel the texture and drape), it was pretty easy but still satisfying to make

[coolguycoconutchutney]

thoughts thoughts

i finally got my vyvanse refilled after 6+ months today (hallelujah i figured out insurance finally) but now of course this means I'm going to be at 100mph until my body adjusts again but anyway gender stream of consciousness musings time

i was thinking about this after being repeatedly frustrated with the bras i own and how ill-fitting they are and how uncomfortable i feel and wanting to just go back to sports bras again and a part of it is because I need something reliable but also it reminds me back during high school and most of college where i noticeably presented more masc and would wear sports bras every day (when i was first going through puberty I would also pull my undershirt through the sides of my underwear to serve as compression) (this eventually led to an epiphany summer 2015 of nonbinary-ness and how it was essentially a stand in for binders). i had always felt a degree uncomfortable with femininity since i was a child (meltdown when i got my first period, refusing to be in the bra aisles, i once found a journal from when i was a child where i had wrote girls are the best which was crossed out to say no boys are best and i want to be a boy which was then crossed out to boys and girls are EQUAL) but part of that might also be the south asian/religious/immigrant shame

another big factor of that was also how i was perceived by my peers as being ugly and fat and a completely desexualized non-woman (vivid memory of 2 kids in my senior year econ class who were doing a little snapping and singing pseudo flirting bit to me to see me get flustered -- this was high school atp and not as vitriolic as middle school and it was all in good faith+good fun but it was because obviously it's not serious since i was a non-woman to them) (also my parent's perspective towards love and sexuality gave me a lot of shame since if i was misbehaving my parents would demand to ask if it was because i had crushes and then would yell and shame me for having them. once i was singing a 3oh!3 song that had the word love in it and my dad looked very angry at me. (they are unfathomably so different now and love love and love the boy a lot))

(There is also a huge racial factor here since i was also made fun of about my racial features like my hair, skin color, and nose. i was in East Asian predominant areas and I was big and dark and bulky compared to the other girls there and my mom dressed my clothing and hair styles so my clothes were unfashionable and my mom was in denial about my hair being curly and would brush it out and leave it dry and brittle (my hair was straight as a child and puberty changed it to curly) (mind you my mom's hair is properly a 3b curl type) (curly hair denial is not uncommon with south asians) (also even though I'm south indian a lot of it was rooted in anti-blackness since people would tell me to my face that they thought i was black (implicitly negatively) and they were on me about stuff that had more proximity to black racialized features) any way I digress)

So part of me probably leaned into the more androgynous/masculine look since i felt uncomfortable in my body.

but around the time i turned 22-24 i dropped a lot of weight (dabbled with orthorexia but that's another tangent) and I felt more comfortable in my body and was able to be more cognizant of my physical features especially as it became more pronounced. and not to ascribe gender to body parts but between my face and body I realized I had very stereotypically feminine physical features. and with that came a complete 180 in how I was perceived by men (and women, but men tend to be more louder). i had come out in high school to my peers as being bisexual (i had been googling "boobs" ever since I had a computer which i would confess to my mom and cry and then proceed to do it again) (also i prefer queer now tbh) and it became clear feminine=good and more i showed my body=good. being completely unsexualized to very sexualized (in conjunction with unmedicated bipolar disorder) did a number on me mentally and male validation became a way to prove something myself (had a nasty case of limerence in a similar vein where it became less about the person and more about what it would mean about me) because my self worth was suddenly about how hot i was (which ngl looking back i did look really hot lmao) (it was also a very destructive period of my life and thank god it is over). i began preferring to be perceived as feminine and felt uncomfortable when i wasn't since it meant that the one thing i had to offer and the crux of my confidence wouldn't be there. i became hypersexual even though emotionally i wasn't capable at all of anything sexual or serious and would instead do a lot of making out with strangers in clubs. i'd always been lonely and suddenly i had people throwing themselves at me, some wanted a relationship but the ones i were interested in didn't want one) i still knew i was queer but male attention had become the trophy of my self worth.

i've thought about it though and i don't think my androgyny went away but it just had a different outlet. this was when i was working out and feeling strong and building muscle was gender affirming at the time.

i eventually got in a much healthier place and turned my life around and it also happened to coincide with when i started dating the boy. this was my first relationship and we were both people with very similar emotional cores and could properly understand each other. i don't regret the boy and i am so lucky i have someone who is as patient and as kind as he is (not 2 mention objectively handsome, tall, and smart) but part of me wishes i was able to explore my queerness more. but my priorities started shifting away from my appearance and more into steering my life on track which was supplemented by constant support from the boy.

not to say it ended up being a complete fix since i ended up course correcting and stopped working out and slipped into other unhealthy habits of not taking care of myself and i (and the boy) gained weight especially the past year. it is different from when i was overweight in my youth since the muscle i built is still there but i was feeling uncomfortable in my body and sluggish again. (but i realized i have achieved body neutrality nirvana when i was buying jeans and i had to size up but it didn't bother me and was rather more of a logistical matter). i'm trying to be more active now and eat more mindfully now but more for health but i think i'm starting to titrate back to a moderated androgynous version of myself (very into oversized hawaiian shirts). i'd like to keep being active but more for me emotionally and physically. i wonder how my gender will end up settling in adulthood (or it might keep fluctuating with time!!)

[the-yoru-whoru]

Protective Yoru x reader inspired by this funny tweet by @/llwslov on Twitter lol ( disclaimer I’ve never been to a concert before so it’s probably not accurate ) ( I kinda fell off the main theme but WHATEVER ) ( sfw ) ( no smut ) ( only kisses ) ( tw some harassment )

The two of you pushed through the crowd slowly, Yoru’s grip around your wrist tight and steady.

Usually the man would never go to places as crowded as these, would rather die then have to deal with huge packs of people and loud noises, but for you he found himself doing just about anything.

You wanted so bad to see this concert, and practically beg him to come with.

It didn’t take much convincing, but now that he was actually here he was almost thankful you had invited him.

You were looking amazing, make up soft and glamorous, the small sparkles spread across your cheekbones and eyelids making you look almost angelic.

The dress you had on was dangerously short, and was more revealing then anything he’s ever seen you wear before.

It was unexpected, yes, but the smile on your face and the confidence you showed made him feel something warm and mushy inside for you.

Ugh. Sappy shit.

Finally the two of you found your seats, not too far in the back but not directly in front of the stage either, mostly to protect your hearing.

He let you sit down first, giving the people around him a quick look over out of habit before settling down in his seat as well.

You were fidgeting in your seat, eyes bright and excited.

Yoru just threw an arm over your shoulder and kept a look out, years of caution and security making him careful in any public setting, especially when you were with him; he wasn’t letting you out of his sight tonight.

The concert went by smoothly, it was entertaining enough even though he didn’t understand what was going on most of the time, and watching your excitement and happiness was probably the best part of it all.

Afterwards, the two of you walked back to his bike, you waving your arms around as you talked about how cool everything way and how much fun you had with the biggest smile on your face.

Yoru just smiled contently too, arm wrapped around your waist and pulling you to himself snugly.

The summer night was warm, and the soft streetlights on the side of the road made the dark feel more calming than scary.

But, when Yoru came upon his bike that was parked a bit ways from the concert hall, he noticed that he was missing something.

“Shit,” He grimaced, “I forgot our helmets under the seat.”

You looked up at him worriedly, “What are we gonna do?”

Yoru frowned even more; he hated to see the dampen on your mood.

He released his hold on your waist, looking to the side as he weighted his options.

“Stay here, I’ll go and grab them and be right back,” He finally decided.

“What? No, I’m coming with you!” You tried to argue, but he just levelled you with a stern look.

“Your legs are shaking,” he said bluntly, gesturing at your slightly trembling stance, “You’re tired. Don’t worry, I won’t take long, I’ll run.”

During the concert you had been standing a lot, jumping around in those high heels of yours; he could see the strain it was putting on your ankles but didn’t want to interrupt your fun, only now it was pretty clear by the swollen marks around you feet.

You looked like you wanted to protest more, but just sighed and sat down, taking your heels off.

“Alright,” you said begrudgingly, “Thanks Yoru.”

He only nodded before shrugging his jacket off and placing it on your shoulder, letting himself appreciate the adorable way you snuggled into the cloth for a moment.

Then he turned and ran back to the concert stadium, shoes pounding against the pavement and hair flying up in all directions.

Walking from his bike to the concert had been about 10 minutes, if he ran fast enough he could probably shorten it to 5.

Leaving you alone in the dark didn’t make him feel good, but he had no choice, and the best he could do was minimize that alone time as much as possible.

He arrived back at your previous seats, a few people still milling about.

Yoru quickly spotted the helmets and scooped them up, already turning to run back to his partner.

He finally makes it back, and the scene that greets him is exactly what he had been fearing.

Three men; one of them holds a glass bottle loosely in one of his hands, the other leans against Yoru’s motorcycle, leaving greasy fingerprints on the pristine metal.

Worst of all is the man who has an arm slid halfway across your waist, smile carnivorous and eyes creeping up and down your exposed body.

Seeing those greasy hands touch all over what was his made Yoru’s skin crawl, mind flooding with rage.

It feels like slow motion when all those leering eyes turn towards him, while your tearful ones melt into relief at his presence.

“Back off,” Yoru manages to grit out, tone deadly.

His hands aren’t clenched into fists are his sides, rather they are tensed into a claw, preparing to grab at his mask and take action.

But he doesn’t.

He stands there in front of the group, helmets placed off to the side.

One of the men, white and broad, scoffs and comes to stand in front of you slowly; blocking Yoru’s view.

Now he’s pissed off.

Yoru raises his hands in front of his face seriously , “Big mistake.”

The man looks like he’s about to say something snarky, but doesn’t get the chance before Yoru’s fist is smashed into his jaw, the impact sending the other man tumbling against the rough asphalt.

The rest of the fight feels like a blur with how quickly he takes down the creeps.

By the end of it, his fists are stained red with blood not belonging to him, and the others run off with broken noses and fractured limbs.

Barely breaking a sweat, he watches them stumble off before turning to something much more important; you.

“Fuck, I never should have left you here alone,” He apologizes, almost desperately ,”Are you alright?”

You face is downcast in a way so that he can’t see your eyes, only the trembling form of your bare shoulders.

He stays quiet and leans towards you, crimson stained hands brushing against your soft skin, as if he was afraid of dirtying you.

You sniffle, and then quickly wrap your arms around Yoru’s waist, crying out of relief and adrenaline.

“I’m s-sorry,” You blubber, “I-I tried to say no but—”

Your boyfriend cuts you off, finally pulling you toward himself protectively, “Don’t apologize. None of this was your fault, not in the slightest.”

You only sob harder, letting out your feelings as you grip onto his shirt tightly.

Finally you calm down, and Yoru feels horrible when you pull away and he sees your puffy red eyes.

“I know you say it’s not my fault, but,” Your voice is quiet, “Maybe if I hadn’t been all dressed up they wouldn’t have tried to touch me. If I hadn’t tried to be such a show off maybe….” You trail off.

Yoru can’t help the second rage of fury that rises inside of him, but he tampers it quickly, wanting nothing more then for you to stop crying and to smile again.

He takes your hand and slowly brings it up to his face, pressing a soft kiss to your skin, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Don’t hide your beauty because of scum who can’t handle it. I’ll fight any amount of men if it means I get to see you all pretty and dolled up for me. I don’t fucking care.”

Your face immediately flushes a deep red, and the bewildered look on your face is already a huge improvement from the previous one.

“I-I don’t want you to have to fight! It’s okay, really!”

Yoru scoffs and tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear affectionately, “Idiot, I’m going to be fighting people either way, might as well be for someone worthwhile.”

You fall silent, and he takes the opportunity to bend down and kiss you on your lips quickly, pulling you away before you can react.

He then turns his face away quickly, annoyed by the red that starts tinting his cheeks.

You two may be a couple but, kissing still felt a bit too…intimate; to Yoru, that is.

“A-anyways. Let me drive you home. If we wait around any longer there might be even more scumbags like those. Then I’d have to break even more noses.”

You giggle slightly at his awkwardness, and quickly take his hand, the one with the least blood on it at least, already feeling better.

“Thank you, Ryo,” You say genuinely.

“It’s nothing,” he grumbles, but the soft squeeze of his hand tells you that he is happy too.

[alreadyblondenow]

Box of crayons

“We were just two kids back then, but now we have two kids.”

Pairing: Jaehyun x female!reader Genre: SMUT, FLUFF, angst if you squint, childhood friends to lovers, growing up au, college au, to being married. WC: 3,522k Warnings: mentions of getting bullied during kindergarten, alcohol consumption on a college party, getting drunk, swearing, spitting, oral sex: male and female receiving, slight cum play, overstimulation, fingering, cream pie, unprotected sex, switching positions, smut scene is kind of long. A/N: I just want to post something.

Meant to be. You and Jaehyun are meant to be. But not as lovers, at least not yet. For now, you believe that you and Jaehyun are meant to be best friends.

It all started when you saw him starring at his blank paper, close to tears while other kids are teasing him for not having a box of crayons. You came in bolting and scaring those kids with your wrath and told Jaehyun, “stop being such a loser,” and shared with him your box of crayons.

On the next day, you forgot your colors at home and you felt like such a loser because everyone was busy drawing and coloring their works while you’re stuck with this great idea in your mind for your artwork.

“Stop being such a loser,” Jaehyun said and sat beside you to share his box of colors with you this time.

That was the day you learned, at a very young age, that boxes of crayons that has a hundred colors are meant to be shared. You and Jaehyun became friends starting that day and your friendship became like a box of crayons that you’re willing to share with each other.

As long as you both have some colors left on your box, you’re willing to share and got each other’s back.

Your friendship grew and grew during kindergarten, grade school, and high school. Until your families acknowledged your friendship and thought that maybe someday you’ll end up together. On top of that, you and Jaehyun grew up together and watch each other achieve different kinds of great things. May it be through sports, academics, or your hobbies.

“Hey loser,” you sat beside him during lunch break and distract him from doing his assignment.

“Hey yourself” he smirked and continued writing.

It was a busy day in school, the student body organization was busy the whole week because of prom. And to be honest, you are too, you were busy with your dress and you were busy looking for the perfect tie for Jaehyun. And now, you’re just waiting for him to pop the question and finally ask you to prom, which he will because you’re best friend right? So that made you very excited and giddy.

“What do you think of Yeri?” He asked out of nowhere. Smiling and playing with his pen while waiting for your answer but you already felt nervous.

“Popular- She bullied you when we were kids? Why?” you answered short and cold. And you wonder why the man beside you is smiling like a fool.

“I’m taking her to prom, she said yes. It was yesterday in the library, I talked to her, and went straight to the point. I made her blush like crazy...” he proudly told you the story of how he asked someone else to prom but your ears started ringing and you can't hear anything he says already. Turns out when you were busy looking for the perfect tie for him yesterday, he was busy asking the girl he likes to prom.

Everything shifted after prom, you and Jaehyun stopped talking to each other but he was too busy with his new girlfriend to notice that.

Graduation came and summer took place, you and Jaehyun are going to the same college but now you’re not sure if he still wanted the same thing because rumors are he and Yeri are so in love that they will go to the same college. It's useless to reach out if life will eventually separate you and Jaehyun might as well accept it.

As you enter college and made great new friends, you forgot about Jaehyun and focus on your studies during freshman year. But during the start of your sophomore year and while you were at the library to borrow a few books you bumped into him and were forced to catch up and had coffee for old times sake. He paid for the drinks and snacks, obviously, he was happy to see you but you looked uninterested.

And when he noticed that he’s probably taking too much of your time, he finally started a conversation. “I transferred just this semester and I was actually looking forward to seeing you. How are you?”

“Great- look I have to study and I can’t be out this long, uhm...” you started to gather your stuff and ramble. “Maybe some other time Jae,” you said and left with a fake smile. You almost feel bad about what you did but he can’t just waltz back into your life like he didn’t forget about you the moment he had a girlfriend. Now ex-girlfriend.

And as your college years continue, a catch-up never happened again. Although he tried so many times to take you out, but you always refuse and avoid him with all your might whenever you see him around the campus. He was so consistent with bringing you back to his life but you just don’t care anymore because truth be told you were hurt when he left you. Maybe this is revenge? Maybe not? But one thing is for sure, you got hurt and you hated him for it.

Now that you’re in your senior and everything is very stressful, you decided to go to this party with your friends and you were so unlucky that Jaehyun was there with his set of friends, busy playing beer pong and being loud as fuck. Of course he saw you and it halted his moves, he wanted to come say hi to you or hand you a drink but you will for sure pretend that he is invisible so he didn’t.

The party was fun. Thankfully, there were a lot of snacks and overflowing alcoholic beverages as well as non-alcoholic beverages. And because you suck at drinking games, you were downing tequilas and vodkas the whole night and that’s how you got batshit drunk that Jaehyun found you on the bathroom inside the empty tub, sleeping like a baby with a red cup in your hand.

He knew right then and there that he is responsible for you.

“Y/n, it’s Jae. Can you walk?” he asked while patting your head softly. But you can’t talk right now, so you just shook your head ‘no’ and reached for him. You knew that it’s him and you can hear him perfectly but your brain is not working right and the room can’t stop spinning. And you can’t believe you’re saying this but you’re happy that he’s here to take care of you.

You had this same feeling when you forgot your crayons back then and he came to rescue you from your little situation. He’s the same Jaehyun after all.

He offered to drive you back to your dorm which you accepted without any argument, you could’ve thanked him if only you can talk properly. He was so concerned to you that he cleared the backseat of his car and let you lie there comfortably with his jacket covering your legs. And when he brought you to your dorm safely and in one piece, he can't just leave you sleeping with your dirty clothes and helped you clean yourself with closed eyes. Everything was a challenge for him, especially when he had to close his eyes before he removes your blouse, pants, unclasp your bra and make you wear something comfortable to sleep.

Jaehyun then pats your head softly and told you “I’ll get going then, good night” before he leaves and thankfully, you were quick to stop him and you had enough energy to tell him to stay. He smiled so big and felt so happy that he wanted to scream and jump around your room. But he controlled himself and removed his shoes before he lies beside you in your comfortable bed.

To his shock, you swing your arms around him and pulled him closer to you for a tight embrace that he eventually returned. Caressing your back as he melts to your embrace and enjoys the happiness that he’s feeling right now.

“I’m sorry,” he started and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“I missed you. Never hurt me again like that, Jaehyun I swear-“

“Shhh. I will never do that to you again,” he said and hummed a song oh so softly until you fall asleep together and meet in each other’s dreams.

Just as you thought that your friendship will never come back, it did and this time it came back with love. But even though that this time love is around to make you two stick together, you never admitted your feelings to each other. You just let your actions do the talking. From him holding your hand during a scary Netflix movie, to you holding his hand while he drives. It was a simple and comfortable ‘relationship’ and you wish he would make it official.

But during a beautiful rainy day when you and Jaehyun decided to stay at your place and enjoy the cold bed weather together instead of going to the movies... everything suddenly fell into place.  

“Mmm. Feels good” Jaehyun moaned as you concentrate on lining the face mask on his face properly. You’re sitting comfortably on top of him, your legs placed on both of his sides, while he’s leaning on your headboard with closed eyes, feeling so relaxed as you pamper him with skincare.

“Stop moaning, my dorm mates might think we're having sex,” you giggle and rake his hair away from his covered face. Holding it nicely as you lean closer to his chest to enjoy the comfort of being on top of him.

“Comfortable?” he asked and placed his hands on your back and made you lean on him completely. He started caressing your back and his soft touches are making you sleepy. You may not know, but he’s very much in love with you and that he will do everything just to keep you this time. He’s just waiting for the perfect time to admit his feelings to you and make everything official.

“Okay times up,” you excitedly said and started removing the face mask. While wiping his clear and handsome face, you see redness on his cheeks and his ears are turning red. You smiled and let out a giggle because that only means Jaehyun is flustered right now.

“Can you blame me? You’re so close to me and you’re literally on top of my dick. Don’t make fun of me if I get hard,” he said with a shy smile. Eyes turning into crescents and his cute dimples are deeper than ever. So instead of making him shy, you decided to make him nervous by grinding on him slowly but with enough pressure to make him in the mood and hard in no time.

His eyes went big when you rolled your hips once. Then it became even bigger when you rolled your hips a few times again which made him tensed up and hold his breath. “Stop it,” he said, but with a smile, that’s so big. He’s completely aware that you’re teasing him.

“But do you really want me to stop?” you said and put more effort into what you’re doing to him. Grinding slowly and deliciously, rolling your head and parting your lips. But the thing is, you’re not acting anymore. Jaehyun does feel so good right now and you’re liking what you started. And now that you’re letting out small moans, Jaehyun came close to you and caught your lips. Holding your head steady and kissing you like how he always wanted to.

“If you don’t stop now, I’ll really, really, really take advantage of this moment,” he said and went back to kissing you. A mixture of happiness and lust and you both feel like your hearts are about to burst because of what's happening right now. Kissing each other while smiling in between, kissing each other even more deeper by every second. It’s like your kisses were saying, ‘i love you’ ‘no, i love you more’. And as you two are busy with your lips, you felt Jaehyun’s hands slip inside your shirt and draw small circles on your skin while kissing as if he wanted you to lift your shirt but he’s just too shy to tell you. So without any warning, you stopped kissing him only to remove your shirt and remove your bra in front of him.

This may not be Jaehyun’s first time seeing a naked girl in front of him, but you sure did make him shy that he avoided looking at you. Flashing those dimples again, and witnessing his ears turn bright red. Brighter than ever. “Stop being shy and touch me,” you command and put your hand on his nape and reached for his other hand to place it on your shoulder. Giving him the freedom to touch you and roam his hand around your body as you continue to grind your clothed pussy on his hard dick.

Soon his hand finally started to move, touching your boobs first and kneading them slowly and carefully until Jaehyun became comfortable and confident to request that you remove your shorts too. Which you did gladly, so now you’re left with only your panties, kissing Jaehyun on the neck and making the man moan and feel good. Lifting his shirt without any hesitation and exposing his very hot body before your eyes and left kisses on it immediately.

Kisses after kisses you made him weak until you reach his sweat pants and pull it down together with his boxers brief so you can plant kisses on his happy trail, lower abdomen, and finally his hard cock. And there it is again, his handsome dimpled smile that shows his shyness. His cock twitched when your cold hands made contact with his cock, pumping it slowly while you watch him close his eyes and roll his head back. He watched you spit on his cock, and slowly put his whole size in your mouth. Gripping the sheets as he loses his mind, gripping the sheets as he breathes in and out heavily, letting out deep groans and making sweet moans.

“Y/n, s-stop. I’m about to cum,” he pleaded but you didn’t stop. Instead, you moved your head even faster, worked with your tongue, and made sure to never let him forget this moment that his whole cock is in your mouth for the first time.

After a few minutes of pleasure, Jaehyun came into your mouth and you witnessed him shaking and moaning on your bed with a satisfied smile. Still, with a sensitive body, you lay on top of him and teased him from cumming so soon. “You’re dead,” he said and smiled so sweetly at you. Encircling his arms around your body and kissing you a couple of times before he changed places with you. Finally, removing your panties and making you spread your legs for him, holding you with utmost care and kissing you with a mixture of love and lust.

If you tortured him earlier with your trail of kisses on his body, now it’s Jaehyun’s turn to torture you with him kissing your inner thighs oh so softly that it sends tingles straight to your spine and making your legs close automatically. “Uh-uh, I endured everything you did to me earlier,” he said, teasing you before he slides his fingers up and down your slit and finally licking it slowly. Spitting on your cunt just how you spit on his dick earlier and started pleasuring you with his hot tongue. Your hand automatically landed on his head, gripping his soft locks as he licks you slowly and torturing you with that damn wet muscle.

And when he finally made you cum and had his sweet revenge, he kissed you all over your body and put his entire weight on top of you. Letting your nipples brush on his chest and his hand soothe your sensitive body.

It was quiet for a moment, and only your heavy breaths can be heard in your room besides the air conditioning. He nibbles your earlobes and spreads kisses on your neck while slightly grinding his hard cock on your very wet pussy, waiting for you to calm down so he can finally fuck you.

“I was planning to take you out on a proper date first before we go to this stage. You just have to be so impatient, huh?” he shook his head in disbelief and kissed your lips again before he pulls away, putting both his hands on the sides of your head. His cock was very hard that you almost thought it wouldn’t fit, “Don’t worry you’re so wet. It will slide in easily” he said before he told you to line his cock so he can finally push in.

Slowly he stretches you out, rolling his head back and so are his eyes, while you on the other hand grip your boobs knead them as you feel Jaehyun’s cock slide in and out. “Jaehyun, deeper-“ you requested and let out a moan that made him gave in to your request. He adjusts your position, folded your knee before he spreads you open, thrusting deeper than before that his lower abdomen touches yours. Losing your mind whenever you take a peek at the motion of his hips while fucks you, Jaehyun was so hot as he moves his waist and kept his eyes only to you, this time he’s the one making you feel so shy.

“You like it this way? Deep and slow?" you only nod, “Wanna go another round after this?” you smiled and nod again, “Do you love me?”

And then he started thrusting faster and harder that your body was dragged on the mattress, and your boobs are bouncing up and down because of his hard thrust. Jaehyun came close to you for a kiss, still waiting for your answer. Although he knew already that you do love him by the way you kiss him, still he needed to hear it from you. “I want to hear it Y/n,” Jaehyun pleaded again and hold on to your waist tightly as he fucks you harder than before.

“I do Jae- fuck, slow down. Almost there” you croaked but its too late, Jaehyun’s thumb is on your clit, ready to torture you again and make you cum for the second time tonight.

Locking your legs around his waist as you enjoy your high and oversensitivity, you didn’t expect that you’d ask for more and beg for more the moment you hit your high that Jaehyun got more excited that he almost forgot to pull out. And when he did, he came on your pussy lips, watching his cum paint your wet folds and throbbing cunt. Of course the man above you isn’t satisfied with all the torture he did tonight, so he slides his fingers on your cunt, playing with his own cum and finger fucked you to give you another mind blowing orgasm.

The eventful bed weather ended with you and Jaehyun cuddling in your bed with his hands on your thigh and you’re wearing nothing but his black shirt and a pair of panties while he stays handsome and so irresistible in his boxers briefs.

“I promise to love you,” he whispered to you while drawing small and soft circles on your thighs, his eyes never left yours. “I promise to stay even though you’re so stubborn,” he added which made you giggle and happy.

FIVE YEARS LATER

During a very quiet night where Jaehyun’s hands are intertwined with yours and his embrace was tighter than ever because he was really tired from work, Jaehyun was having a cute dream. He dreamt about how you saved him from the bullies back when you were only innocent kids. He was smiling through his dream until he hears a cry. A cry of an infant and opened his eyes immediately. You stopped him from getting up and told him, “I got it Jae, go sleep. You’ve been up the whole day,”

Jaehyun has become a great provider for your small family now. And he was working hard to the bone that he barely gets enough sleep during weekdays. “Thank you,” murmured and closed his hands again. And after you put your babies to sleep again and went back to Jaehyun’s embrace, Jaehyun was deep in his sleep that he’s sleep talking and murmuring sweet nothings, the kind where you only hear whenever you have slow sex.  

“We were just two kids back then, but now we have two kids. I will buy them boxes of boxes of crayons so bullies will never touch them,”

You giggle and pulled him closer. Hoping that he will ramble more because he’s so cute right now. “I love you,” you said, you weren’t expecting something in return but he responded.

“I just realized I never thanked you for sharing your crayons with me back then, thank you” he said and opened his eyes and went on top of you to kiss you sincerely. His wife. “I love you”  

[nishipostitz]

how haikyuu boys would react seeing you in revealing home clothes(or you in general for the 1st time[in forevaaa])

part 2

tw! little to none. mention of cleavage in kita’s, and curves. mentions of hair that can be put in a ponytail. ab workouts 💪 summer bod goals in hinatas. gn!reader x haikyuu boys. everything i wrote so far has been gn :) uh, basically crack(comedy) and little fluff idk!/&:!/&/

characters, kita, tendou, hinata, bokuto

kita

- boy was shocked 😔

- and so were you

“coming!” you said as you ran downstairs. your headphones and phone in hand bc you were just jamming to music while cleaning the bathroom. you had received a text a few hours earlier about your brother needing your help later bc he just bought a new tv. so of course, you werent expecting mr. kita shinsuke 😑. instead you were expecting rin. now, you were met face to face with kita’s skunk like hair. and he was met with your gloves in hand, headphones on the brink of falling out, and your cleavage hanging low in your top. dont look down. dont look down. you were still oblivious of your apparel. “uh.. hello? im down here you know” gosh. now i have to look down.. “what do you even get for being so tall anyway?” a nice vi-*mental slap* stop it kita. this is very un-gentleman like of you. “uh so why are you here again” you gave him a look. “oh suna called me over to help him bring in a tv” he said trying not to blush. “alright. have your fun kids” you said as you walked away, headphones still hanging loosely on your head. man.. sweats really define their curv- GODH STOP IT KITA. THEYRE YOUR TEAMMATES SIBLING FOR GOD SAKES. you entered the bathroom to continue cleaning and before that, you adjusted your headphones and everything. only now realizing how hoey you looked in front of your little brother’s teammate 😔 huh, so i guess thats why he tried to resist looking down. my, what a gentleman you are.. you were thinking one thing in the bathroom, and kita was sharting his pants downstairs trying to clear his mind. (ik this is not like him at all, but i just had to do it bc it was funny..to me-)

tendou

- his face starts turning the same color as his hair

- you were embarrassed tbh 💁‍♀️

“make yourself at home ig” you say as you tie your hair up. this was ridiculous. how could tendou start blushing at the fact that youre tying your hair in front of him while he’s on the couch. tendou had somehow barged into your house while waiting for your little brother, toshi. you knew nothing much went on in his mind, but apparently, your little brother leaked the info on where the spare keys were hidden. so tendou used that to come inside your home. he wasn’t expecting you to be crawling on the floor. especially with short shorts on. why were you crawling? “aw man it hurts” you cried out loud. you had a food coma. to you, it was a good idea to watch mukbangs while eating leftovers as a mukbang. and your stomach couldn’t handle it. luckily, you were being smart so you wore loose clothes. but you were still dumb for thinking you could eat a lot. so now, youre laying on the couch with tendou. him sitting like a statue at the edge, while youre sprawled out. “why are you sitting so tensely? chill a bit. i dont bite. ‘m not necessarily into that” you say. he blushes even more. “i-im fine thanks- TOSHI!” yelling out, hoping your brother can hurry up. “yk, hes never coming down if youre calling him like that. you gotta go up there and pull his ears” tendou swore he could NEVER do that. especially not with ushijima. but here you were, doing the very thing he said he wouldnt do. and you were a whole 8 inches shorter too. “problem solved” you said as you dusted off your hands.

hinata

- yells… a LOT

- hes gonna start praying bc hes scared he sinned for looking at you for too long thinking it was lust but it was actually just curiosity.. 💀

this was only his second time over to noya’s house. he came here today to attend a study date actually, he was here to learn more libero moves and be cooler. but he just HAD to enter the wrong door when noya told him where the bathroom was cliche ik “SWEET MAMA!” he yelled out. you were honestly shocked too. you were in the middle of doing your secret workouts for abs before summer and some ginger just yelled and popped into your room. you tried to play it off cool. “and who are you 🤨? do i know you? or are you another idiot who decided to hang out with noya?” “HEYY!” hinata was flabbergasted. he thought noya was above average looking, but this human right here who could be related to him was ATTRACTIVE. “how could something like that be related to you?” he asked, pointing at you and noya. “oh we’re not, hes just adopted” you say calmly before trying to proceed with your workout as if you werent embarrassed one bit. due to this kid’s innocence, you could act calmer. “-sorry but where’s the bathroom?” hinata tried to break the awkwardness. “its one door down from my door” you said before waiting for him to leave so you could continue your workout and not end up looking like a sloth for summer. this time, you locked your door. after his awaited potty break, hinata rushed back to noya’s room. “are you really adopted?” “really man. really? my older sister just likes saying that. im not adopted..” “yk, theres always a chance tho..” “huh. youre right. let me check with my parents- MOM!”

bokuto

- great.. he was at your house, and you didnt KNOW.

- he took a shower and you thought it was akaashi..

“AAAAAAH” “AHAAHH” screams emitted frim the bathroom shower stall and door. “WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BATHROOM?” “WHO ARE YOU? AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY BEST FRIENDS HOUSE?” “first of all, i help pay rent for this house. so it’s basically mine too. but answer my question first 🤨” bokuto was flabbergasted(2.0). “rent?” you nodded. “so youre the sister akaashi was embarrassed of showing me..” he nodded. you were offended. “jee thanks for telling me skunk head” bokuto’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “fyi, its actually the do of the owl. so dont be rude to my hair do” you rolled your eyes. “well, i mean. i think akaashi’s totally wrong. i think youre quite hot” bokuto said. only realizing what he said too late. you were shocked. “-tempered. you started screaming when you saw me 😟” you slapped you forehead. “akaashi’s friend, accept that you called me hot. bc ik i am. and second, you were screaming your lungs out even more than i did” bokuto was speechless. “well wouldnt you be hot though? sweat pants and a sweater..?” you looked over your clothes again. “well ig, idk. but hurry up and get out of the shower so i can use it. but before we do, explain to me why my little brother left an idiot in our house without telling me” in short. lets say bo left your house with a hottie’s number saved in his contacts.