#if you're cold he's just instantly taking off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders and telling you to return it later

[meownotgood]

how do u think aki would react to reader wearing his clothes

also sex, sex with reader wearing akis clothes yeahyeahyeahyeah

I love thinking about this so much... because there's just so many of aki's clothes I want to steal... his clothes always look so comfy and soft

honestly, he wouldn't mind you borrowing his clothes. but seeing you wearing them, wearing his big t-shirt or his pajamas, it makes his heart practically skip a beat in his chest. and if you decided to wear one of his button down dress shirts, god he wouldn't be able to handle it

[goosita]

trying to work when you're sick as young!politician!snow's secretary would be hard, but not for the reason you might think

you've been sniffling since yesterday afternoon, but this morning when you woke up, you felt like you'd been hit by a train. every muscle in your body was sore, your throat hurt, your nose was running and you could tell you had at least a lowgrade fever. you glanced at your alarm clock next to your bed and groaned, seeing that you'd woken up just a little while before it was set to go off anyway.

you thought about calling in sick, but you've never done it before. were you supposed to call....coriolanus? directly? he was your only boss, you worked solely for him. but that thought made you feel even worse than your illness did. you knew that he had a busy day today full of meetings and work calls, and that you needed to be there to help organize his schedule. you couldn't stand the thought of disappointing him.

you sucked it up and took the hottest shower you could stand in efforts to clear your sinuses and stop the fever-induced chills wracking your body every few minutes. you knew coriolanus liked for you to look put-together in pretty dresses and heels, but today you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. you dressed in a loose blouse and pair of wide-leg trousers that felt comfortable enough, shoving your feet into flat shoes. good enough.

so now here you are, bundled in your sweater you keep at the office and trying hard to manifest that nobody will notice your red and raw nose or your watery eyes, least of all coriolanus. the wish goes ungranted, prayer unanswered as he strolls in and immediately stops and stares at you.

"what's wrong?" he asks.

"oh, um. just a little cold," you answer, voice nasally and much lower in pitch than normal. coriolanus frowns at you and shrugs his coat off, hanging it up and walking straight over to you to press the back of his hand to your forehead.

"you're burning up."

his lips turn down even further, not noticing the way you freeze at his sudden touch. coriolanus has been a lot more...touchy with you lately, but even still, this amount of concern is unexpected. his brows furrow at you, looking at you for a long moment. he carefully brushes your hair out of your face, looking over you and taking note of your outfit and general state. you can tell he notices that you've dressed much more comfortably than you usually would, and that your face is makeup-free and hair left at simply brushed through to undo any tangles.

"up," he tells you, gently lifting you out of your chair by your elbow.

"what?"

"let's get you home," he says gently, rubbing a warm and heavy hand up and down your back. "you're in no shape to be here today. i'll have my driver take you back to your apartment."

you look at him confused, unsure what to say. you're not sure if he's upset that you're sick or if he's more worried for your wellbeing, but it makes you anxious that he's acting so abrupt and unceremonious, almost as if you being sick is putting him on edge.

"coryo...?" you ask quietly. he freezes where he stands, having gone to grab your jacket off the coatrack. you watch as his entire demeanor softens.

"yes, miss y/n?"

you swallow hard, wincing at the pain it causes in your throat. "are...are you upset with me?"

coriolanus' eyebrows draw inward and upward at your question, quickly shaking his head.

"oh, no. no, of course not," he breathes, rushing over to help you slide into your coat. "i'm worried about you is all. i don't want you making yourself sicker by being here today, you're clearly very unwell. it's not your fault you're ill."

he carefully zips up your coat, grabbing his red scarf from the rack as well. before you can protest, he's draping it around your neck and tying it.

"for extra warmth," he explains. "it's freezing out there today."

the scarf is so soft where it's tucked beneath your chin, instantly adding more warmth where you need it. coriolanus gives you a tiny smile, lips closed but small dimple appearing at the corner of his mouth.

you're led to the car by him, his hand resting between your shoulder blades the entire time. coriolanus opens the car door for you to slide into the back seat, instructing his driver to take you home and make sure you get into your apartment safe and sound. his voice holds so much authority when he speaks to the driver, a deepness and sternness that's never present when he's addressing you.

by the time you reach your apartment and climb the steps up, there are several beautifully packaged boxes waiting for you at your door, as well as a single red, long-stemmed rose. you tilt your head and bring them inside, opening them one by one to find that coriolanus has had soup, bread, and medicine delivered to you. attached to the rose by a red satin ribbon is a note that simply reads:

"get well soon, darling"

[the-kr8tor]

hiii, i've been thinking for Fluffy Friday - Hobie walking gn!reader to their bus stop after a concert and giving them his jacket

like it's late, and they're both tired from all the jumping in the pit and he's making sure they won't freeze on their way home. just Hobie being both punk and a gentleman <3

hope you're having a good day!!

Thank you for requesting! Hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, love struck Hobie, FLUFF

It's fluffy Friday!

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You're freezing your ass off waiting for the bus, you try to hide it from Hobie though; slyly rubbing your arms, trying to get rid of the goosebumps. You absolutely regret not bringing a thicker jacket with you. Your tired body doesn't help, legs tired from jumping up and down, cursing the government for taking out benches on bus stops.

Hobie stops mid sentence, too engrossed in the conversation, he just noticed how your lips slightly quiver in the cold, arms crossed on your chest, trying to act nonchalant.

"—You want my jacket?" Hobie's already taking off his leather jacket.

"No, you'll get cold" you try to stop him, hands on the leather, pushing it back towards him.

"I run warm, love. You need it more" He says softly as he drapes it over your shoulder, helping you put your arms inside the jacket. You don't protest more, savoring the warmth provided. Already giddy when you realize you smell like him now. "Better?" Hobie rubs your arms, adding extra warmth.

"Yeah, better. Thank you" you sigh into his touch, smile soft, eyes staring at him with so much fondness, you take his breath away. A lopsided smile appears on his lips, he's sure you're doing it on purpose just to see him all flustered.

He lets you win, chuckling as he hides his face on the crook of your neck, using the excuse that he's hugging you goodbye. You embrace him back, warming him up instantly.

"You're cold already" You whisper it to him like a secret, kneading the tired muscles on his back.

The bus arrives, saving Hobie from your horrid (affectionate) acts. The doors hisses open, you reluctantly let him go, Hobie holds you at arms length, cupping your face in his hand, admiring how the fluorescent lights from the bus highlights your face. He etches the memory deep inside his mind, memorizing how clouds puff out of your slightly parted lips, eyebrows relaxed, doe eyes gazing at him with longing.

You're not the only one who has that expression. Hobie mirrors yours, except for the content smile on his lips. The bus honks, ruining the moment.

"I've gotta go" you don't want to leave though, but your eyes are already protesting, lids growing heavy every minute.

Hobie scans the bus for any creeps that might cause you trouble. He finds none, only you and the bus driver will be inside.

"You sure you don't want me to come with you?" He asks with concern, it is really late for you to travel alone.

You slowly walk towards the bus, fingers laced with Hobie's. "You live on the other side of town" laughing, finally letting him go. You feel cold already. "I'll call you when I get home, okay?" Trying to reassure him.

"Yeah," he nods, watching you get on the bus. "Drive safely, mate" Hobie addresses the driver. The driver wordlessly gives him a nod.

Sitting down on the plastic seats, you watch as Hobie gets smaller and smaller as the bus drives away. Laying your head on the window, you smile at how much you had fun today, especially spending it with Hobie. Giddily wrapping his leather jacket closer to your torso. You've been dating him for a couple of months now, and you're loving every second of it. You probably look like a maniac to the bus driver, all smiley and giggling at nothing.

Distracted, your face almost hits the seat in front of you when the bus suddenly lurches to a stop. You look out of the window in confusion.

"Sorry 'bout that" Hobie's familiar voice talks to the driver. Are you that tired that you're suddenly hearing his voice? Or do you just fancy him that much?

Peeking down the aisle, sure enough you see Hobie sauntering over to you, a goofy smile on his face.

Your mouth agape, you fumble with your words. "What–how? You're–"

"I ran" He doesn't look like he ran to catch up with the bus, a running bus mind you. How in the world?–

Hobie gestures for the seat next to you, without warning, the bus suddenly moves again, you reach for his arms so he doesn't get thrown about. Guiding him down the seat, he gives you an appreciative smile.

"What are you doing here?" You ask, voice lowering so you don't anger the driver with the noise.

"I don't know, actually" he looked serious when he said those words.

You laugh from the belly, head thumping on his chest. He laughs a few seconds after you, finding your giggling contagious. His hands on the back of your neck, you feel how cold his palms are. "Oh I think I know" you say with a smirk, a hint of shyness peeking in.

"I'm not trying to sleep over at your place–"

"And here I thought you wanted me to make you a cup of tea" you warm his cold arms. "So this isn't a ruse to stay the night?"

"I think i just wanted to make sure you got home" he clears his throat, trying to sound nonchalant.

"All these spikes and you're actually a softie, huh?" You fix his windblown eyebrow. "How are you gonna get home now?"

"That's for me to figure out later" Hobie tilts his head, leaning to your touch.

"Okay," you lay your head on his shoulder. "Thank you for staying with me" holding his cold hand, you place a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"It's nothin'" He loops his arm over your shoulder. Cheek right next to your temple, Hobie practically melts. Comfortable in your arms, you feel the same, resting your eyes, squeezing his hand lightly.

You mentally scoff at the idea of letting Hobie walk in the dark especially in this temperature. You're already planning what tea to brew for him when you get home.

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[httpiastri]

Omgg hiii againnn 🫶🏻 paul obsessed girlie here!! (Ur prompt list was so good btw) I think my favs were probably hands under their clothes, or from the dialogue, "god, you're shivering. take my jacket." Or "you don't have to be so genle. i won't break, you know." But honestly I’d be happy with any, all or none of them ur writing is so damn good 🩷🩷🩷

bestieeee aren't we all paul obsessed 🤭🤭 at least i know i am!! thank you for your request sweetheart, im in such a paul mood these days that idk what to do. hope u enjoy this, have a great day (and happy holidays!!) <3<3

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paul's hand is soft in yours. the way his thumb brushes along your knuckles makes you smile subconsciously, leaning into him as you walk down the street.

there's a post-dinner-date type of lull hanging over the two of you, a comfortable silence that you really don't mind; you know that paul isn't the most talkative person, so just his presence is more than enough for you. that's why when he finally speaks up, you instantly look up to him. "hey, you-"

your eyes grow worried when he stops right in the middle of the street. you're just about to ask what's wrong when both of his hands cover one of yours, his eyebrows knitted together.

"god, you're shivering."

you hadn't even noticed it yourself, but paul is as attentive as always. you did forget to bring a jacket when you left earlier today, so the cold gusts of wind blow right through the thin material of your outfit. now that he has mentioned it, you suddenly become aware of the goosebumps on your skin and the way you're trembling slightly.

"here," paul starts, shrugging off his suit jacket in one quick motion. "take this."

"are you sure?" you ask, blinking up at him as he stands in front of you, draping the material over your shoulders. "you shouldn't get sick, you have that thing later this week and-"

"i'm sure." his tone is firm but not harsh, the little smile he gives you right after telling you that he doesn't mean any harm; he just wants to take care of you.

"thank you." your cheeks start to redden – you're sure you could blame the cold if he asked, even though it's not the actual reason – and you take his arm in your hands as you continue to stroll. your shivers may have stopped, but the butterflies in your gut still make you a little shakey. it doesn't take long before you reach his car, but instead of opening the door for you like he usually does, paul's hands land on your hips outside of the jacket. he turns you towards him, your hands finding the side of his neck as you look up at him towering over you.

but when he bends down to kiss you, his lips barely even brush against yours.

paul is always so tender, so delicate. his touch is consistently light, always scared to hurt you, never wanting to overstep a boundary. it's sweet and you're thankful he cares so much about making you feel comfortable. but sometimes, you crave something more.

when you lean back to break the kiss, there's a hint of confusion on his face. you take a breath, fingers reaching the back of his neck to play with his hair. "paul, you..." you start, tilting your head. "you don't have to be so gentle with me." you look to the side, feeling yourself crumble under his curious gaze. "i won't break, you know."

his eyebrows shoot up, taken back in surprise. your relationship isn't new per se, though you haven't been together for too long, either. he just always assumed that you wanted to be loved in a soft, gentle way. but now that he knows how you felt, he doesn't exactly complain.

"oh, really?" he asks, his voice making you look back at him instinctively. your eyes are met with his cute smile and his eyes forming those charming little crescents you adore so much. when you nod and take your bottom lip between your teeth to hold back a grin, his hands slip past the material of his suit jacket and reach for your sides underneath it. he doesn't just stop there; soon, his fingers dance along the hem of your top, thumbs massaging your skin ever so lightly. "like, now?"

you pause for a second. "yeah..." you're blushing even harder by now, but he doesn't notice because he's already leaned into you and kissed you again. this time, it's not just a brush and he's not treating you like you're made out of glass. his lips are pressing against you with a new type of confidence as his hands move under your top, palms feeling up and down your sides. his grip on you tightens and he backs you up against the side of his car. you let out a surprised yelp into his mouth when your back comes in contact with the cold material, and paul uses the opportunity to let his tongue slip past your now open lips.

as soon as you felt his lips on yours, it was like you both stepped into a bubble, leaving the rest of the world behind. you don't care how much time is passing, you don't care about who's watching; all that's in your mind is this new side of paul.

when he parts from the kiss, you find yourself chasing after him with your lips, disappointed to have ended it already. paul loves your reaction and grins from ear to ear when he looks at you, your eyes closed in bliss and lips slightly red from the kiss. "was that better?" he asks, smugness clear in his tone, and your eyelids slowly open.

you're completely breathless, unable to find any words to suit the situation, but you eventually manage a nod.

he leans down to leave a quick kiss to your forehead before opening the door to the passenger's seat for you. "you ready to go, then?"

maybe you'll have to work on that gentle side of his.

[sweetiesicheng]

kun - fire drill

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"stupid essay..." you mumbled as you submitted your assignment. you looked at the time on your laptop and saw that it was just about to be three o'clock.

so sleepy...

you closed your laptop and climbed into your bed. you pulled your blanket over yourself and closed your eyes.

but all of a sudden, the fire alarm started going off and you just opened your eyes.

is this a fever dream?

you got out of bed and peeked your head into the hallway.

"is this a drill?" someone asked a few doors down from you.

"i think so," another person spoke while walking past you.

you stayed quiet and slipped on your sandals before walking out of your room. you went downstairs and went into the lobby before exiting the building.

"y/n!" you heard your name being called out and turned around to see some of your friends standing together. you walked up to them, where your boyfriend immediately hugged you.

"it's cold..." you mumbled your words.

"why are you wearing shorts? you should've put sweatpants on or something," kun scolded you before kissing your forehead.

"if there was an actual fire, i'd probably be running for my life, not worrying about sweatpants," you spoke.

"and yet you put sandals on?" ten asked you.

"oh shut up," you replied. kun let go out of you and took his jacket off. he draped his jacket over you and hugged you again. "can i spend the night in your dorm?" you asked him.

"you can, just don't go into the bathroom. you really don't want to go in there," jaehyun spoke up.

"yea, somebody threw paint all over the floor and shower and we're still cleaning it up," kun added. "you're sleeping in the hallway tonight, jungwoo."

"what did i do?!" the accused whined and pouted.

"why do we know this dude?" lucas asked.

"you're no better! you threw my textbook out the window and almost hit someone!" doyoung complained.

you looked at the time on kun's watch and saw that it was fifteen minutes past three o'clock.

"hey, where's everyone going?" jungwoo asked and you saw some students walking to another building.

"i guess we're all going in there," jaehyun said and all of you started walking towards the basketball center.

kun held your hand and both of you started walking. "were you asleep?" he asked you.

"i had just fallen asleep," you mentioned. "i was trying to get something done before today, but i procrastinated. were you awake?"

"me and jaehyun were dealing with the idiots, so yea," he replied. "i was on ra duty anyone so i just decided to stay up.”

"i still can't believe you took the job. you work way too much and just piled on more work for yourself," you said to him as you walked into of the student center.

he shrugged his shoulders as you guys followed your friends. "i'm up late because of them anyways, so it's alright."

you and your friends were gathered in a corner. kun sat down and made you sit down on his lap while he hugged you to keep you warm.

"do you think they'd notice if we took this?" lucas asked, trying to lift a giant pot with a plant in it.

"i swear to god, i'll actually write you up if you do something stupid while we're here," jaehyun spoke and pulled lucas to sit down with us.

all of the guys talked while kun rubbed his hand up and down your back. you were in the verge of falling asleep before everyone started leaving the student center to go back to the dorm hall.

"babe, we need to go," kun said to you.

you buried your head in the crook of his neck and whined.

"i can take over tonight if you want to be with her," you heard jaehyun say to kun.

"you sure?" kun asked.

"yea, it's fine. i need to get some work done anyways," jaehyun replied.

"okay, thanks," kun replied. "babe, come on, at least walk back."

you grumbled and finally stood up while rubbing your eyes. kun walked his arm over your shoulders and walked you back to the dorm hall.

he brought you to his room, and you instantly laid on his bed and hogged his blanket. kun chuckled and laid down next to you, "sleep well," he said and kissed your forehead.

[babydaddyleorio]

SANO MANJIROU x reader where readers father is a big head of the yakuza and the readers father and Mikey meet and they like eachother and t he father approves so flash forward Mikey is leader of NOT ONLY the crime syndicate with his wife BUT the yakuza Bc reader has was handed down the title and lets him take charge while she’s just vibing w the kids

Sure!

Mikey stood before you, eyes closed and a tired sigh slipping past his parted lips.

“Will you stop stressing so much?” You piped through small laughter, your fingers gently bunching his tie into a neat knot. Mikey sneakily peeked one eye open at your question and watched as you continued to fix his collar, grinning ever so slightly at the way you raised your eyebrow in concentration. After you had finished dusting off his button down shirt to rid of any last wrinkles, Mikey quickly shut his eye again, just as you leaned forward to place a soft kiss to his cheek. “You’re going to do just fine, okay?”

Mikey groaned loudly at your attempt of assuring him before finally opening both his eyes, the exhaustion draped across his face becoming apparent under the ceiling fan's light. He typically wouldn't be this stressed, but tonight he was meeting with your father, a notorious Yakuza leader that had both the experience and influence to even make Mikey look like a small fry in comparison. Only, your father’s title wasn’t what truly made Mikey nervous, It was actually the thought of your father rejecting your relationship together that put him on edge.

“I hope you’re right.” Mikey finally answered, puffing his cheeks out into a comical pout as he shrugged his suit jacket on. You peered over your shoulder, smiling brightly since that had been the first time in a while that you’ve seen Mikey go back to being his childish self.

“Come on, we should go before we’re late.” You extended your hand towards him and Mikey immediately interlocked his fingers with yours, still sulking as you tugged him after you.

The meeting with your father ended just as soon as it started. And you and Mikey were relieved that the encounter went smoothly. Your father surprisingly took a liking to Mikey, welcoming him into the family and calling him his new son with open arms. Mikey realized he had been fretting for no reason, especially since it seemed like he and your father clicked with each other almost instantly.

And admist the loud and playful laughter he shared with your father, Mikey's eyes shifted towards the glass doors leading to the backyard, getting a glimpse of you standing outside on the patio by yourself. Mikey paused and furrowed his eyebrows, quickly excusing himself from the conversation before raising from his seat and moving to check on you.

"You know you're going to catch a cold with nothing on your arms, right?" Mikey questioned as he slid the doors open, slowly stepping towards you with his hands deep in his pockets. You rolled your eyes as you felt Mikey suddenly drape his jacket across your shoulders, shuffling to stand next to you and fold his arms against the ledge.

The two of stood in a comfortable silence, both gazing towards the stars spread across the sky.

“When we get married, I want you to take over the family business.” You whispered into the frigid air, a cloud of smoke now floating before your lips. Mikey didn't seem to have an immediate reaction to your words, only cracking a tiny smile before shaking his head slightly.

“Already planning our future I see.” He mused with a smirk, but after a few seconds his face gradually grew to look more serious. “Are you sure about this?”

“I’m positive. Running a mob seems like too much responsibility, plus i never really liked the thought of being involved with crime.” Your sentence drawled off as your eyes skimmed over Mikey, quietly chuckling at yourself. “But It seems I just can’t stay away from it, huh?”

Mikey primped his lips at that, sighing slightly at the baggage that came with dating him. “What is your father going to say?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “My dad already loves you, and it’s not unheard of for a husband to take over even if the role is meant for me.”

You paused, glancing away slyly.

"Plus If we have kids, I want to be there for them." You finished absently, briefly catching Mikey off guard before he cleared his throat in embarrassment.

Mikey considered that having control of the Yakuza and Bonten could prove to be beneficial to him. He would get more exposure to connections and a reputable reputation, not to mention he wanted you to have a normal life, and he would risk his own happiness just so you could live comfortably in yours.

Mikey wrapped his hand around your waist, tugging you closer towards his side. You slowly rested your head against his shoulder and he leaned to give you a kiss on the top of your head.

“Alright, If that’s what you want.”

That night Mikey smiled as you laid in bed next to him, caressing his palm against your cheek as he pondered what ring you’d like best.

[willowfolksong]

his to protect

- Shinichiro Sano x Reader x Keisuke Baji

- SFW

The kitty meows and chases its own tail inside the little box where Baji has kept it the whole time. It's so tiny that Baji sometimes forgets its there, even more with the jacket draped over the box. It's pouring rain, and he doesn't mind to get soaked, but the kitty has to reach its destination safe and dry.

It's for you, after all.

He knows your address by heart. You live alone. Your father works overseas, sends you enough money to live. He knows you have some sort of aunt, that sometimes visits you and helps you with stuff. But you're almost always alone.

Now even more, that Shinichiro's gone.

Blood on the floor, Kazutora's eyes. And your face. Your face, your face, your face in his head.

He rings the doorbell once, twice, and then decides to leave the box on the floor to knock on the door. The kitty looks at him curiously, head tilted to the side and tail wrapped around his legs. He coos at it.

It's okay. You won't be alone anymore.

"Baji-kun?" your eyes are red, and there's bags under them, from the evident lack of sleep.

His chest hurts so much he thinks he's going to have to double down.

"Hi" he rasps, digging his nails on the palm of his hands "Can I come in?"

You look back inside, where he can't see because of your thight grip on the half closed door. "I... don't know if this is a good time"

"Yeah, fine. I get it"

The kitty chooses that moment to mewl, probably hungry, and your eyes finally notice the box by Baji's feet. "Is that a kitty?"

He scratches the back of his neck, sudenly nervous. "Yeah. Found it near my house"

"Oh. It's so tiny. Must be hungry"

"Yeah, I guess"

Something shifts in your eyes, and you bend down to take the little cat in your arms "I guess both of you can come in for a minute or two"

The place is a mess. Baji closes the door with his foot and takes a look around, at the tissues all over the coffee table, at the pile of clothes in a corner, at the wrappings of all kind of food by the kitchen floor and the dishes on the sink.

This is the appartment of someone that lost the love of her life.

You've sat down, kitty playing on your lap, when Baji rolls up his sleeves and starts picking stuff from the floor.

"What are you doing?" you ask him, frowning.

"I'm picking stuff up. Stay there"

"You don't have to do that" you argue, standing up "It's my house"

"And it's a mess and I don't have anything else to do"

"Baji-kun..."

He scoffs, walking towards the coffee table in front of you to pick up the tissues, and the candy wrappers on the ashtray that won't have Shinichiro's cigarettes anymore "Go feed the cat or something" when you dont move, he stops to glare at you. "Now"

He knows you don't know about him being there, or you wouldn't just let him come into your house, even if it's to clean up the mess. He knows that.

He knows that you don't have any idea that he was there when Shinichiro died. That he's to blame too.

And yet he can't help the trembling on his hands when his eyes find the picture of the two of you on top of the TV, Shichiro's gaze on you as you smile for the camera.

He wants to throw up.

"I'm sorry I didn't realized you were soaked before" you tell him, once the appartment is much more clean, and he's sitting down on a chair, watching the cat eat some tuna out of a can you placed on the table.

He shrugs "It's nothing"

"You could get a cold"

"I've had it worst"

You come out of the room with a towel and kneel in front of him, Baji instantly panicking because he's not worthy. Not worthy of anything you do for him.

"Stop" you command him weakly, pushing his hands away when he tries to take the towel from you "Let me help you"

"You don't have to" he tries to argue, but you throw the towel over his head, keeping it in place with your hands on each side.

"You're dripping all over my floor" you whisper, dabing him off with slow circular movements "And I know you brought this cat to keep me company"

"I didn't..."

You stop to look at him, your hands moving to rest on the base of his neck "It's okay. This is better" you wet your lips, and Baji follows the movement with his eyes "Everyone else just wants to talk about him. I appreciate this"

"I'm sorry" he chockes, and he knows you don't have any idea of why he's really saying it "I'm so sorry"

You shake your head no, closing your eyes, and when the first tear slides down your cheek Baji presses his hands on top of yours, making you lean your forehead against his "I just miss him so much"

"I know"

"We weren't talking" you start crying, your voice rising with your sobs, and Baji closes his eyes and bites his tongue because you, you're the only person he didn't want to see like this.

He's been in love with you for as long as you've been in love with Shinichiro.

"Don't cry" he pleads weakly, one of his hands moving to clean the wetness on your cheeks "Please"

"We had a fight because I wanted something different for him. For us" you keep going, forcing your words out and completely ignoring him "I told him that it was the last time I

would ask him to leave that kind of life behind and he left angry and I...— I never told him that I loved him"

The kitty cautiously approaches the two of you, having finished its meal. Baji hugs you as violent sobs shake your entire body, and gently leads you to the couch so you can lie down and rest.

You grab his hand when he's about to turn around "Please, Keisuke" the sound of his first name coming from your lips makes his chest hurt even more "Can you stay?"

"Yeah, 'course"

He's not Shinichiro.

He doesn't has any hope of replacing him either.

But he's loved you since he can remember, and he won't leave you alone.

You're his to protect now.

🧣 RED Love Story Collection

Part XVIII - Next is Holy Ground

[tetsvya]

The room you've inhabited for the past four years of university looks entirely foreign to you now that it's nearly completely bare of all of your belongings, and it incites a somber feeling that blossoms in your chest. But it doesn't do much to hinder the excitement that's been festering in your belly for the past few months, the feeling basically inconsolable at this point. So despite the slight sadness you feel in your heart, you march over to your closest and whip the door open, prepared to take on one last task before your room will be completely vacant:

Going through your closet.

Settling the large and empty cardboard box at your feet, you decide to tackle one end of your closet first and make your way to the other end. Reaching out, your hand encloses around a soft material. Pulling it out of your closet, you instantly recognize the sweater. And as you peer down at the faded material, you're transported back to a time that feels like forever ago.

Second year of high school, on the third day of December.

"Hell," You whine to yourself, hands running up and down your arms in a poor attempt to warm yourself up, "It's freezing."

The cold air nips at the exposed skin of your arms, and you curse yourself for not checking the weather before you left home this morning. Granted, it hadn't been nearly this cold at all during the school day, but the afternoon weather had you contemplating finding a warm place for some solace until your mom got off of work and could pick you up. Hand moving to fish your phone out of your pocket so you could look up the nearest cafe, your movements were halted when you felt something fall over your shoulders. Tensing, you falter in your step when you realize that someone had placed their sweater on you.

“You’re going to catch a cold.”

Blinking, you turn your head to the side to find the person both the sweater and the voice belonged to, "Kei?"

"Who else?" He replies, hands stuffed in the pockets of the volleyball jacket he wears as he slows his steps to match yours.

"I thought you had practice today?" You question, recalling Yamaguchi informing you that they wouldn't be able to walk home with you today because of volleyball.

"Got canceled" He states plainly, eyes set forth before him.

"Yamaguchi?" You ask.

"He decided to stay back and study with Hinata and Kageyama."

"Oh," Is all you can offer before your eyes are drawn back to the material draped over your shoulders. Deciding there's no harm to be done, you slip your arms properly into the sleeves before zipping the sweater up. Fingers curling around the end of the sleeves, you tug them over your hands in an attempt to gain some feeling back in your fingers, "Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

The rest of your walk home is relatively quiet, as they always are when it's just you and Kei. When you reach your home, he stops at the top of your driveway like he always does and waits for you to open your door. Once your door is pushed open, you bid him farewell with a small wave. However, before you can enter the threshold of your home, you're suddenly reminded of what you're wearing.

"Hey, wait!" You called, turning around to catch him just as he reaches the end of your driveway. He pauses in his step, turning around to meet your eyes. You begin to shrug the material off your shoulders, "Your sweater—"

"Keep it," He shrugs, halting your movements. Avoiding your eyes, he turns his back to you once more, "It looks way better on you than it ever has on me."

Heart thumping wildly against your chest, a new warmth floods your body from head to toe as you can't help but stare at the spot he once occupied even after he's long gone, no longer feeling the effects of the cold on your skin.

"What are you doing?"

Blinking, your shoulders perk up as you crane your head to peer behind you. Kei hovers at the entrance of your room, a cardboard box that you assume to be filled with all your belongings from the bathroom swaddled in his hands.

"Nothing" You hum, quickly dropping the sweater into the cardboard box lying at your feet as you reach for another one.

"Well stop wasting time," He chastises, although there's no heat in his words. "At the rate you’re going, you won't be moving in until the new year."

A hum of amusement slips past your lips, the corner of your mouth pulling upward into a teasing smile, "You sure can't wait until I move in with you, can you Kei?"

Eyes rolling, Tsukishima shakes his head as he sets the box down in the spot where your bed used to be, "No, I can't."

Cheeks warming up at his unexpected response, you turn back to your task at hand, "Shut up."

"Just being honest," You can hear the amusement plain as day in his words.

His feet patter quietly against your carpeted floor as he begins to walk over to you. You do your best to ignore his approaching figure, but you can't do so any longer when his shoulder brushes against yours. Peering at him through the corner of your eye, you watch as Kei begins to take things out of your closest. He pulls out a sweatshirt, one you've had for years now.

"Keep?" He speaks, turning to look at you. Acting as if you hadn't already been eying the piece of clothing in his hands, you turn in his direction, eyebrow rising as you peer down at the sweatshirt he holds out to you.

"Keep," You nod, looking up at him just in time to see his lips purse. Eyebrow raising, your lips twitch upwards in amusement, "What?"

"You haven't worn this since third year."

Appalled, your lips part as you narrow your eyes at him, "It has sentimental value!"

"It's a sweatshirt!" He argues back, "How can it have sentimental value?"

Turning away from him, you pull out another jacket, "I'm keeping it."

You can envision the way his eye undoubtedly twitches. Still, he concedes.

"Fine," He sighs, folding the sweater before dropping it into the box. You can't help the way you begin to smile when he starts to mutter to himself, pulling out another article of your clothing. You’re quick to fold it before placing it in the box. Your eyes catch sight of the first sweater once again, its sleeve hanging out of the side of the box.

"Hey?" You call out suddenly, catching the blonde's attention once more, "What's the date?"

Tsukishima blinks, questioning your sudden curiosity but he ends up shrugging his questions away, "I don't know, December 3rd I think."

The slow curl of your lips does not go unnoticed by Kei.

Eyebrow raising, he can't quell his curiosity this time, "Why?"

Shaking your head, you peel your eyes away from the sweater once more, meeting his gaze with a knowing smile, "No reason."

[dimensionwriter]

Flufftober Day 2: First Meeting

M! Orc x GN! Reader

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Apologies for this one being late. A lot of problems arose yesterday and my mother got sick (she’s fine now, just migraines) and I just couldn’t get a flow for this story.

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Blind dates. You either ended up loving them or hating them. Your friends swear on their life that this person would be great for you, but then you meet them and it doesn’t hit off. Or you two hit off for the night, but then after a few days of texting, the magic wears off. 

You were turned off on the idea of a blind date, but when a coworker happily talks about how well you will get along with her friend and how you guys will really hit it off, you couldn’t say no. 

So, there you sat at on a chipped green bench in front of a random building you never heard of while you waited for this random person to show up and within the next few hours ‘blow you off your feet’. Your outfit was quite light and breezy considering the last few days have been quite sweltering; however,  today was the day that mother nature decided to turn down the temperature and have giant gust of wind slamming against you every few minutes. Tonight was not starting off on a good note. 

“Um.. hello?” Tilting your head back, you were met with the sight of a dark red. You had to bring your eyes down to see up the person. The dark red was actually a really thick coat that had a white rim around their neck. Finally, your eyes landed on their face. “Hi?”

His murky green skin had a dark red blush to it. Maybe at a quick glance, you would have assumed that it was natural, but it was too neatly placed. Especially the shiny red around his eyes that was been accentuated by a black wing.

“Are you waiting on anyone, by chance?” he asked, walking around to the front of the bench. With him in front of you, you could see how truly tall he was. He wasn’t as tall as some orcs you met, but he was still past the 6 foot range. 

“Are you Pai by any chance?” you asked, getting ready to stand. A part of yourself was preparing yourself to just get this over with to take a nice relaxing bath. Although, you tried to repress it in order to not ruined the date.

He nodded and sat down next to you. His form took up most of the space on the bench causing his thigh to be pressed against yours. He jumped a little and scooted over to give you some more space. 

Hmmm, respects personal space. That’s some bonus points.

He glanced over at you with a scrunched look on his face. His brown eyes looked so dark, like a storm brewing in them. “I’m going to be real with you.’

Oh, that never goes well. 

“I didn’t know I was going on a date until my friend bust into my room 2 hours ago and said she had set me up. I don’t know what’s going on and I’m feeling so weird right now. I’ve never dated a human- nothing against you guys, you’re quite a handsome and beautiful human- this is just a first. So.... yeah.” 

He seem to have shrunken into his coat as he got that off his chest. His eyes flickered over to you before looking back forward. You cracked a smile and relaxed down into the chair. “Well, I’m so sorry your friend dragged you into this. Just to be honest with you, I wasn’t looking that forward to tonight; so it won’t hurt my feeling if you decided to go back home.”

His fingers inched towards each other as he twirled the fur of his jacket. You could pretty much heard the wheels in his head churning as he weighed his options. 

“I-well. I got dressed up for tonight,” he laughed out, pointing to his outfit. The main colour was red with white and black being accent. You had to admit that it made him look good. “And behind us is a new arcade that just open that I’ve been wanting to go to.”

His lips parted to reveal a beautiful smile that caused his eyes to squint up. Two tusk were peaking  past his lips. On the left one was a band around it that had a little dangly gold star on it. 

“Well, I wouldn’t mind just chilling for the night. At least now we don’t have to try so hard to make this ‘romantic’.” He let out a tiny giggle. He readjusted his jacket and smoothly raised off the bench.  

You followed his lead and got off the bench. He walked over to the dark brick building. Looking up, you could see the neon pink sign glowing out the word “Lucky Plays”. 

“I heard they had a lot of the retro games in here-” he explained to you as he pulled on the metal door. A blast of cold air hit you instantly making you take a step back. Goosebumps spread throughout your entire body from that single breeze. 

He stopped as he looked at you shivering . A glance at the door and one back at you, he walked over to you. You're had slowly tilted back as he moved forward so you can keep you eyes locked on his face.

"I know this isn't really a date anymore," he grumbled out. His thick fingers worked quickly to undo the buttons on his jacket, allowing it to slide down his shoulder. "But I can still be a decent orc."

He was ever so gentle as he let the fabric drape around your shoulder. Soft furs brushed against your skin as warmth seeped deep into your bones.

You were prepared to thank him, but was stopped as he dropped down to a knee. Grabbing the front of the coat, he pulled the buttons a little and started to put them together.

"You know. I thought I looked good in red, but sweetie you look so much better than I do," he hooked the final button and looked up at you, "especially when it's my clothes."

I-um- what? He just went from awkward adorable orc to a flirt real quick. What's is going on? And why is your cheeks heating up?

"I'm joking. Had to tease a bit," he laughed out. He stood up to his normal height making you realize just how big he was.

"Come on, let's go in. Gotta show you how good I am at Galaxian." His hand came down to lightly ruffle your hair. Turning away, he started walking towards to door. You were a little slow this time to keep up because of you trying to ignore the blood rushing through your cheeks.

"Pai?" You called out. In you hands were two sticks of pink cotton candy that Pai had asked you to get. He said he needed to do something real quick, but he hasn't came back.

So far, tonight has been amazing. The two of you have just been running around whatever video game caught your eye. Pai wasn't kidding when he said he was good at Galaxian. He pretty much carried you most of the rounds.

This non date felt a lot more enjoyable than the actual dates you have been on. You didn't feel the pressure to talk the entire time about yourself or half heartedly ask your date about themselves.

This date was different. You guys just talked when you felt like it. There was no need to fill in the silence or worry if you were looking attractive. It was just laughter, screaming, and fun.

"Dang it." Your head tilted at the familiar phrase you've been hearing all night. You followed it past some machines into a small corner.

Pai was hunched over to reach to the controller as his eyes focused on the swinging claw infront of him. The sleeves on his white shirt was rolled up, showing you how serious he was. It was funny that it was just over a plushie machine.

"Pai, if you wanted to play some more, you could have just said so," you mumbled walking over to him. He glanced over to you with a pout on his lips. Most of the makeup on his cheeks were wiped away from constantly wiping it throughout the night.

"No, I wanted to surprise you with this little teddy bear," he said pointing to a green bear that was sitting on top of the others. "I know it's cheesy and this isn't really a date, but I wanted to get you a little something that could remind you of me after this."

Ah, your heart. He was too cute.

"Well, I mean," you walked towards the machine causing Pai to back up; you handed over the cotton candy to him before looking forward," This won't be the last time seeing you. I was hoping there would be a next time."

You dropped the crane into the center of the bear. The claw wrapped around it's torso, lifting it up and bringing it over to the hole.

"I would really like to meet you again too," he admitted, smiling brightly. You picked up the bear and turned towards him. Holding it out towards him, you gave him your own big smile.

"It's a date then."

[mcyt-amber-tftsmp]

𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐎𝐧 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 {𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐛 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫}

Request?: HeartsYeallow

Character: Ranbob

Side Character(s): None

Story-type: Romantic and Fluff

Story Length: 1680 words

AU or Not: AU of sorts where the four fishermen came but never died

Time Period: Future basically

Plot Summary: Y/n went to see Ranbob, walked around Mizu and ended at the library, they started reading the books and the history of the smp for hours and soon y/n started to get sleepy and laid her head on Ranbob shoulder and started to drift of to sleep, Ranbob noticed and gave her a peck on the forehead

Small Info: The title is literally inspired by the song 'Put Your Head On My Shoulder' by Paul Anka and Y/N and Ranbob are already like dating and stuff so yeah

Keywords:

Y/N = Your Name

Trigger Warning: none

Normal Warning: hhhnnnnnnng probs cringe- also preferably short but cute

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Y/N's Point of View~

I was sitting at the beach while I stared into the distance as the soft breeze blew past me. I really didn't have much to do today other than stay here. Suddenly I got the idea of going to Mizu to visit Ranbob. It's been a while since I have seen him.

I quickly got up as I borrowed a boat which was near the docks. I got on it as I paddled towards the direction of where Mizu was located. After what felt like an hour I finally reached Mizu. I carefully got off the boat as my foot stepped on the stoned floor.

By the looks of it, I could tell no one else came down here for a while. I went into the room as I pulled the lever which opened the doorway towards the city. I slowly climbed down as I saw no one was there.

I guess Ranbob was somewhere else. I jumped down from the ladder as I walked down the hallway. It was a pretty quiet walk which was fine since barely anyone other than Ranbob stays in this place. I then reached the cafeteria. At this point I was wondering where Ranbob was.

"Y/N?" I slightly flinched as I heard my name.

I turned my head around to see Ranbob standing on the west side of the cafeteria which was a hallway. He had a look of shock on his face which I guessed he was surprised to see me. I smiled as I ran up and hugged him.

"Hey Ranbob." I softly greeted as he slowly wrapped his arms around me as he returned the hug and kissed the top of my head.

"You have no idea how much I missed you sweetheart." I heard him say with that nickname he gave me which made me blush.

((Author: Please! I would love to have a guy like Ranbob! TwT))

"I missed you too Ran. I really did." I responded back as we stayed in each other's embrace for a while before we let go.

"We have a lot of catching up to do." I said as I saw a smile form on his face.

"Yeah I guess we do." He said.

We talked about many things that have happened recently with us as we walked around Mizu. I honestly didn't have anything interesting to say about what happened with me but Ranbob basically had something interesting. Technically something about four fishermen coming down here a week after I came back.

"They weren't that annoying but there was this guy named Cletus who would get on my last nerves at times. I basically could tell he was Quackity's descendant or something." He said shaking his head as I stifled a giggle.

As we continued I suddenly felt a bit cold as I rubbed both my hands on my arms a bit and I basically figured Ranbob noticed me feeling slightly cold too.

"Are you cold?" He asked as I gave a small nod.

"A little but it's fine really. No need to worry." I said looking down slightly but noticed Ranbob taking off his suit jacket as he came in front and draped it over me.

"Here. It's not much but hopefully it will help you feel warm." He said as I blushed.

"T-Thanks but you didn't have to do that." I said fiddling with my fingers looking down as I felt him put a hand on my shoulder as he used the other on my chin and made me face him as I looked at his heterochromatic eyes.

"I didn't have to, I wanted to because I love and care about you." he said as he slowly leaned in and kissed me passionately on the lips as I kissed back.

We eventually pulled away. The kiss didn't last too long but it was passionate and short which wasn't so bad. I just missed the feeling of being close to him since it has been a while I have seen him.

"Why don't we head over to the library considering it's one of your favorite places?" He said with a smile as I nodded returning the smile.

"Okay." I said as he lead the way.

The walk to the library wasn't very long even though we did have to take a few stops and turns along the way considering the place is pretty big and Ranbob didn't really have much of a good memory like his ancestor, Ranboo but at least he remembered most of the things.

Eventually we reached the library door as Ranbob fished out the key from his pockets as he opened the library. When I say the library was huge, I actually mean that it's very huge. There were many shelves of books written by the people back in the Dream SMP and more.

We took out a few books which we thought about reading as we took them to a table as we sat side by side to read them. It was fun to be honest. Reading is a huge passion of mine and I love many forms of history.

What I found most interesting was how Ranboo was platonically married to Tubbo and had an adoptive zombie-piglin child named Michael. The reason it was amusing was that how Michael was halfway related to Ranbob but he chose not to speak about this.

I also found FoolishG's history interesting too considering he was half totem-shark and half human demigod/god of undying. He was one of my favorites besides Ranboo, Tommy, Tubbo and Purpled.

After many hours of reading and discussing things with Ranbob, I started to feel a little tired and possibly sleepy. I slowly laid down my head on Ranbob's shoulder as I slowly drifted off to sleep.

Ranbob's Point of View~

I was looking at a book when I felt something on my shoulder. I turned my head to see Y/N putting her head on my shoulder and saw that she fell asleep. I smiled as I looked at her sleeping figure as she looked pretty peaceful while sleeping.

I gave her a small kiss on the forehead as I carefully picked her up in bridal style as I carried her towards my room to lay her down. I was kind of glad that the library was at a location where my room was close by.

When I reached it, I used my foot to slowly open it as I entered my room and laid her down on one side of my bed as I then later laid down on the opposite side of the bed and wrapped my arms around her sleeping figure as she faced me.

"Goodnight sweetheart." I whispered as I gave her a small peck on the side of her forehead as I laid back down and closed my eyes and slowly drifted of to sleep myself.

After what felt like a few good hours of sleep, I sensed slight movement beside me as I slowly opened my right eye to see that Y/N was already awake and she also must have noticed that I have slightly awoken as well.

"Good morning sweetheart." I said in my usual morning voice which I noticed how Y/N blushed at that and this made me smirk at her reaction to it.

"M-morning Ranbob." I heard her stutter which made me chuckle in response.

"You are cute when you're flustered." I said which made her blush even more as she hid her face in the crook of my neck in embarrassment.

I just chuckled at her flustered action. I smiled and scooted down a little as we made eye contact. Then I leaned in and gave her a light kiss on the lips and then I went to her neck as I slightly nuzzled it.

I felt her fingers going up and lacing through my hair as I hummed feeling pleased. Then I started to attack her neck by giving a few kisses which instantly made her giggle. God her giggles were intoxicating to me. It always made me happy hearing her laugh.

"R-Ranbob. S-stop! It tickles!" I heard her saying between small giggles as I paused thinking about it.

"Hmm... Nope!" I responded as I continued to do what I was doing earlier as I got a few giggles out of her.

I eventually stopped as I let out a small chuckle as I looked at her blushing and flustered face. She then slowly cuddled up to me as she buried her face in my chest as i still had my arms wrapped around her and kissed the top of her head.

"I love you Ranbob." I heard her say as I smiled looking at her.

"I love you more Sweetheart." I responded as I let out a sigh.

I don't ever want to let her go. I don't know what I would do if I ever did. I love her so much to even do that. I promised myself that I would love her till the day I die.

And I am planning on keeping my promise for her.

She's my everything.

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Part II: His Promise

[taking-over-his-life]

The old shop

Written by my old friend Colt.

On a bright autumn day, when the low angle of the sun, the sudden warmth of Indian summer, and the riot of scarlet and yellow leaves all cast a spell over the Virginia countryside, I set off for a drive, with the car windows rolled down. Intense glare alternated with deep shadow, as the road wound through fields and woods. It led to a town called Hapsburg, where it became Main Street, nearly deserted on Saturday afternoon. I parked along the sidewalk, and got out to stretch my legs.

The buildings were of red brick or painted clapboard, one or two stories. Shop windows were empty, or contained faded posters, long out of date. I walked past a café, a drugstore, a lawyer's office, and a barbershop, all closed. Next came a shop that sold old furniture, chipped plates, sentimental pictures, obsolete farm tools—the debris of former households, past lives.

In the display window, draped over the back of a chair, as though the wearer left it there minutes ago, and would soon reclaim it, was a black leather jacket. Creased and scuffed, it had evidently seen hard use. So casually was it thrown on the wooden chair—was it also for sale? I tried the latch, and the ancient shop door opened. A bell jingled sharply overhead, as I stepped inside.

A pale, thin man seated behind a counter barely looked up from his newspaper. His eyes were watery blue or gray, and his hair was sparse, showing the scalp. I pretended to look at a dusty shelf of books, then wandered to the back of the shop, which seemed to have nothing of value. At last, I returned to the front. Except for the man at the counter, there was no one else.

The black leather jacket was compelling. I touched a sleeve—the leather was thick and heavy. I searched for a tag, a price, a label, but found nothing. On the shoulder, a red patch bore the legend: "Hapsburg Motor Patrol." "Go ahead," the man said. His voice was unexpectedly clear and strong, despite his age. "Try it on. You'll be the first, since it just came in. Who knows, this may be your lucky day."

I slipped my arms into the sleeves, shrugged the weight of the leather over my back, and tried the zipper, which worked smoothly.

"A perfect fit," the man said, "like it was custom-made for you. There's a mirror, if you don't believe me."

It was uncanny, but the old leather jacket did fit perfectly. Stiff yet pliable, it was already molded to my shape, broken in by the previous owner.

"Whoever wore it must have had exactly the same upper body size," the man said.

"So you don't know who owned it?" I asked. "Anything about him?"

"Not a clue."

"What about the patches? Will I be arrested for impersonating a police officer?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. The town police department disbanded years ago, when the county took over everything—schools, taxes, roads, jail. The county police wear a different uniform, not that red patch. As it stands now, that jacket is a collector's item, a genuine Hapsburg Motor Patrol issue. Quality leather—they don't make them like that any more. The badge is missing, of course. It went in that reinforced hole in the chest."

The leather creaked, as I flexed my arms and walked to and fro. I inhabited the jacket, inhaled the smell of leather, and felt slightly giddy.

"There's plenty of wear left in that jacket. It will keep you warm on the road, and protect you in case of a spill. When you're riding, that is. Yes, sir, it fits you like a glove."

"How much do you want for it?" I asked, trying not to sound desperate.

"That depends on how much you want it," he answered, suddenly shrewd. His pale eyes glittered in the shadowy interior.

Though I detest haggling, I was unable to take off the jacket. I named a price, a round number, which I hoped was low. To my surprise, the man instantly agreed.

"Sold!" he shouted, as though at an auction.

I reached for my wallet, anxious to complete the transaction before he changed his mind, or before I did.

"Like I said, that leather jacket was meant for you. What are the odds that someone would walk in here, exactly the right build, with an eye for police memorabilia?"

"So you don't know where it came from?"

"Sorry, my friend. It could have been someone cleaning out an attic, getting a house ready for sale, winding up an estate. Wait! Now that you mention it, some other things came in with the jacket. Here's a helmet, the standard police type."

He handed me a white helmet, and I lowered it over my head. Snug, but comfortable. I started to ask the price, but he cut in.

"At no additional cost—special today. And check out these beauties." He rummaged behind the counter, and produced a pair of black leather riding boots.

"Somewhat the worse for wear, but you can replace the heels, and shine them up like new. Here, try them on."

Hurriedly, I untied my shoes, and shoved my feet into the tall boots, folding my pants inside the cylindrical shaft. Amazingly, the boots fit. I wiggled my toes, rocked from side to side, and strode a few paces. Like the jacket, the boots felt eerily right, as though I had worn them for years. Looking in the mirror, I caught my breath.

Instead of the man who entered the shop, an ordinary citizen like millions of others, I saw a police officer, a motorcycle cop, a figure of speed and power, a member of an elite squad, albeit from decades before. The fantasy was exhilarating.

"Do you want a bag?"

Abruptly, I remembered where I was, in a dusty junk shop, in a forgotten country town. I took off the helmet.

"No bag, thanks. I'll wear it."

"What about your shoes?"

"Oh. . . yes."

I handed the man my shoes, which he dropped into a crumpled paper bag. He handed the bag back to me, with a wink of his gray eye.

Jacketed and booted, as though dressed for a costume ball, I exited the shop, and blinked in the dazzling sunlight. The air was growing cooler, and the sun would soon set. With the helmet under one leather sleeve, and clutching the paper bag, I strode to my car for the drive home, through the inflamed countryside.

In the following weeks, as the weather turned cold and windy, I sometimes wore the leather jacket. As promised, the thick, back skin kept me warm. It did not attract attention, other than a smile or nod of approval. The thrill I felt on first putting it on mellowed, and in a way, I grew into the jacket.

One day, it occurred to me to search the pockets. An inner zipper revealed a small black and white photograph of a man standing beside a motorcycle. He appeared to wear the same jacket and boots, with the same white helmet on his head. He also wore a police badge, a silver star on his chest. His posture was upright and confident. The photograph bore no identification, no name or date. It was impossible to tell the man's age, or where the photograph was taken. Still, I was convinced that this was the officer who owned the items I had bought.

His uniform included a pair of riding breeches, tailored snug at the calf and flared at the thigh, almost as though inflated. It was a picturesque style, something that went out of fashion long ago. I could not recall ever seeing such a uniform on the street. In color, the riding breeches were dark, with areas of sheen. Were they made of black leather, too? I placed the photograph in a dresser drawer.

Though out of sight, the image haunted me. Who was this man, in purely physical aspects so much like me? What were his tastes, his habits, his personality? What was the police officer's story?

With no conscious intention, I began to read classified ads for used motorcycles, and I looked more closely at those I passed in the street. I wondered what type of motorcycle my officer rode. What type would a small-town police department be likely to have? When a neighbor parked a motorcycle in his front yard, a machine much like the one in the photograph, with a "For Sale" sign attached to the seat, I did not hesitate.

The neighbor, an engineer who would soon move to another city to start a new job, taught me how to ride the motorcycle, and he gave me advice on maintenance and repair. My luck continued in the form of a mild winter, which allowed me to ride on weekends, gradually learning how to handle the motorcycle on narrow roads, and in traffic. Though not especially powerful, it was quick and responsive. I wore my leather jacket, boots and helmet, of course, and sturdy jeans. By spring, I had become a confident, if careful, motorcyclist.

One Saturday, as the trees were coming into leaf, and the air was newly fragrant, I set off to ride through the green landscape. I started with no destination, but the road became familiar, as it wound through fields and woods. Just as it did six months before, it led to Hapsburg. Slowly, I cruised Main Street, looking for the old shop where I had bought the leather jacket, the same one I was wearing. Not seeing it, I turned around, and rolled in the opposite direction, but still failed to find the dusty display window. I parked, pulled off my helmet, and stood in the middle of the street, baffled.

A place I did not remember, a combination art gallery and custom frame shop, hinted at economic revival. Clean, freshly painted, with a gleaming steel and glass door, it was open for business. I entered, and at once was greeted by a young man with black hair, dark brown eyes, and an eager smile. After browsing the drawings and paintings, all by local artists, I explained what I was looking for.

The young man grew solemn, and said he would be right back. He walked briskly to a storage room in back, and returned with a large envelope, which he handed to me. Scrawled on the envelope, as a kind of address, was the phrase:

"For the man in the leather jacket, when he returns."

I studied the envelope for a moment, then asked:

"How can you be sure that this is for me?"

"The junk shop you describe was here, this space. I cleaned it out, renovated, put in new lights, and so on. A lot of work, you can imagine. The previous tenant passed away, I was told, and he left the shop as you saw it. I never met him—a retired police officer. Nothing of the contents was worth saving, but I did save one thing. That envelope was lying on the counter."

I lifted the flap, and extracted something heavy and pliable, made of black leather.

"Looks like a pair of pants," said the young man, clearly interested.

"Yes," I said, "or riding breeches. I saw them in a photograph."

"Awesome! They match your jacket and boots. Want to try them on?"

"I don't need to. They're exactly my size. Don't ask how I know."

"Okay, I won't. Strange things happen, even in Hapsburg. But here's the really strange part. They told me that the old man passed away more than a year ago. So how could you have met him here last fall?"

I shrugged my shoulders, and the leather jacket creaked. I slid the breeches back in the envelope, and tucked it under my thick black sleeve.

"Thanks," I said, turning to leave. "And good luck with the shop."

[one-boring-person]

Just A Babysitter. (Part Eight.)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: mentions of death, blood imagery, mentions of hallucinations,

Context: No spoilers this time ;))

A/N: This is definetly the last part of the story, so I'm sorry it's so short, but thank you for showing so much support in regards to it, I never expected it to do so well.😊💛

Part One , Part Two , Part Three , Part Four , Part Five , Part Six , Part Seven

Masterlist

For once, I manage to sleep, uninterrupted, for the entire day, my body trying its best to recuperate after the events of the day before, grief still rampant in my subconscience, though I don't dream at all, my head oddly empty. When I finally come to again, the air around me is freezing, goosebumps rising along my exposed skin as I sit upright, stretching out my cramping muscles as I go, my neck paining me from the awkward position I fell asleep in. It doesn't take long for the loneliness to set in again, quickly making itself known to me as quickly as possible, drawing a sigh of despair from me, my head aching from the amount of crying I did the night before, my body intensely dehydrated.

Deciding to get something to drink, I pull myself upright and walk back into the bedroom, not bothering to look back at the ashy remains that should have gathered on the cold, hard ground, my eyes swiftly adjusting to the darkened interior of my room as I go to the bed. On my way in, I cast my eyes to the side, where I left David's corpse, only to halt in my step when I notice the lack of a shadowy shape. It's gone.

Freezing in place, I stare at the spot, incredulous and confused, trying to think up a solution as to the missing vampire; did Michael and Star come back in the day to properly dispose of the bodies? No, they would've woken me up, and they would've taken the fourth, which I noticed is still in the main room. There is nothing in its place to signify it was ever there, no blood stain on the floor, no dirt where his boots trailed across the floor when I dragged him over, nothing. In confusion, I edge over to the spot, eyeing it suspiciously, my head spinning in its grieving state, the water forgotten as I leave the room, suddenly feeling unsafe alone in the cave. As I enter the main room again, however, I come to a halt, noticing that the braziers have been lit again.

Fear starts to creep into my mind, my muscles tensing as I move, ever so slowly, back into the large room, my eyes flicking all over the place to gauge where the intruder is, before coming to rest on the spot where there should be two piles of ash, only to see that the floor is completely ash-free. It's only when I hear a footstep behind me that I straighten, body ready to fight if it has to. I turn on my heel, my eyes swiftly finding the shadowy silhouettes of four people, each of which have heart-wrenchingly familiar frames. I don't say anything until they come into the light, at which point my heart skips a beat, my breath hitching in pain as I take in the people standing there, believing my brain is now hallucinating.

There, in all their vampiric glory, are David, Dwayne, Marko and Paul, faces lined with worry and concern, eyes all fixed on me.

I don't know what to think. A part of me, a minuscule part of me, hopes that this is real, that they're really standing there, waiting for me to react, but a larger, more rational part is telling me that I'm hallucinating, that the lack of water I've drunk is finally getting to my head, and that I'm in denial. My heartbeat is pounding in my ears, the sound deafening as the silence in the room drags on, my eyes flicking between them, refusing to believe that they're actually there, waiting for them to disappear and leave me alone with their vanishing bodies. I reach up and rub my eyes, trying to blink away the mirages in my vision, knowing I'm only seeing what I want to see.

"Come on, say something (Y/n)." The image of Paul speaks to me, blue eyes wide and fearful for some reason, the tall, blonde vampire watching me for a reaction.

I shake my head, unwilling to give in to the images in my head, trying to dislodge their shapes from reality.

"Please, (Y/n). Tell us what you're thinking, or how you're feeling, just say anything!" Marko pleads, biting his thumb nervously. I almost laugh at how accurately my mind remembers them and their mannerisms, but I still stay quiet.

Turning around, I stare at the wall, ignoring them as much as I can, trying not to cry again, taking very deep breaths to calm myself and my racing heart, anger flaring up in me when one of them speaks again.

"(Y/n)? Plea-" It's Paul again, but I don't let him finish, clapping my hands to my ears to block out the sounds.

"Shut up! Get out of my head! Leave me alone!" I snap at myself, slapping myself across the face in an attempt to bring myself back to sanity.

"What're you doing?! Stop, we're right here!" Marko's voice interrupts my muttering again, only to be cut off by my volatile tone once more.

"No, you're not! You're just hallucinations, you're not real! You aren't really there! Leave me alone!"

There is silence behind me, the quiet making me feel slightly relieved, believing the images to be gone, until I feel an icy hand placed on my shoulder, the sensation almost too real to be something my mind has conjured up. Under the touch, I stiffen, my muscles tensing in fear, half expecting it to belong to some intruder who has heard me shouting to myself, so I'm almost surprised to find David stepping around to the front of me, icy blue eyes scrutinizing my facial expressions.

Instantly, I start to writhe in his grip, crying out when he secures me in place with his other hand, the emotion finally taking over as tears of grief resurface, spilling over my cheeks again, my mind still fighting to stay sane.

"(Y/n), calm down! We're real, we're actually here! Look, you can feel me, can't you? You can feel this," The blonde vampire soothes me, lifting one hand to cup my face, the frigid temperature of his skin as familiar to me as anything, "And this."

He finishes by pulling me into an embrace, crushing my body into his own, wrapping his arms around my shaking form as I cry into him, finally believing that this is really happening, tears of relief replacing the distraught ones from before, disbelief and happiness rampant in my mind. My hands clutch at his shirt and jacket, trying to feel how alive and real he is, feeling the taut muscles under his clothes and breathing in the smell that I've always loved about him. Three other pairs of arms wrap around me, their bodies pressing into mine as I continue to sob in happiness, their presences reassuring me, fending off the overwhelming loneliness and isolation that had previously set in, each of them catching me as my knees give out. A sudden wave of nausea sweeps through me, my body still trying to recover from the dehydration and shock, black spots dancing across my vision as I struggle to stay conscious, physically focusing on my breathing to make sure I don't hyperventilate. David pulls away, clearly having heard my suddenly heavy breathing, worry etched into his face.

"Come on, kitten, let's get you something to drink." He murmurs to me, gesturing to Marko to go to my room where he knows I have some water, quickly asking Paul and Dwayne to clear my armchair. Instantly, the three vampires rush to do their jobs, David swiftly picking me up, cradling me against his chest as he watches me, blue eyes soft and caring.

I soon find myself sat in my armchair with the neck of my bottle of water pressed to my lips, cool water spilling onto my tongue as Marko feeds it to me, a small smile on his face, the others watching me anxiously, Paul's leg bouncing nervously as it always does when he's unsure of something. As soon as I regain my composure, I look them all over, taking note of how untouched they appear, as if the last two nights never happened.

"How the hell are you three still alive?" I manage to get out, my voice hoarse from screaming.

"I used mind tricks to think they killed us all." David confirms, looking slightly smug with himself, as well as guilty, knowing he put me through a lot of pain.

"Why?" I inquire, frowning slightly.

"What do you mean, why?"

"Well, why did you convince them that you were dead? Why not just kill them?" I clarify, taking another sip of water.

"Because we need them to lower their guard properly before we take them on for real. Half-vampires can be more dangerous than us, simply because they haven't learnt to control their new strength. We also just wanted to be dramatic." The platinum blonde explains, wincing when I spit out the water in my mouth.

"You did all that just to be dramatic?!" I exclaim, annoyed at this confession.

"...Maybe." He says quietly, before defending himself again, "Mindtricking them was the only thing I could come up with when they first showed up. We heard the loud noise from the main room and only just managed to get out in time. We didn't want to risk the kids looking harder for us, so I messed with their heads to get them off our backs."

I think this through, seeing his logic but still upset over one thing.

"Ok, so why did you have to do the same to me? And who the hell is that?" I question, gesturing to the shrivelled body a little way away.

This time, Dwayne interjects, giving me an apologetic look even as the others do the same.

"That's Max, the head vampire, their original target. And as for your first question, your reaction had to be real for them to believe we were really dead, and they did. They stayed back for a bit to see if you would leave the cave. Hearing you really broke our hearts, it was terrible." The brunette admits, clenching his jaw at the memory.

"Yeah, I couldn't stand it." Marko agrees, biting his thumb again.

"We are never leaving you again so that we never have to hear those horrible sounds again." Paul chips in, coming over to me so that he can drape his lanky frame over the back of the armchair, his hair tickling my neck.

"Swear to me." My voice is decisive, needing that reassurance from them, needing to be sure that I'll never be alone again.

"We swear." David assures me, the others adding their agreements to his.

"Thank you." I say to them all, smiling at the four vampires, "What now?"

"Well, now that you know we're still alive and kicking, we can go give Michael and his friends a little surprise." Marko smirks, David chuckling at the younger vampire's eagerness.

"Of course, but we have a proposition for you first." The leader says, looking me in the eye.

"What is it?" I frown at his words, a little confused.

"We were wondering if you'd like to join us properly."

I'm silent for a minute, shocked by what he's offering, surprised that he thinks I'm ready.

"As a vampire?" The four of them nod, Paul starting to rub soothing circles into my skin, "Are you sure?"

"Of course we are. We think you'd make a great vampire, and you've never been too opposed to the idea either." Paul reasons, his hands continuing their motions.

"Well in that case, sure, I'll do it. It'll make a great surprise for them." I smirk, looking around at them as Marko hands me the jewelled bottle I know so well.

"Bottoms up."

*

The loud noises of the Boardwalk are harsh in my newly sensitive ears, but I manage to keep myself under control for the most part, even as the strong smells assault my nose, the bodies around me driving me insane. From my position leaning against my motorcycle, I watch the crowd, as if waiting for someone to appear, even though I can tell exactly who is approaching me just from the voice that accompanies them.

"(Y/n)? What're you doing here?" Michael asks, sounding confused and surprised at my appearance.

Clenching my jaw, I look over at him, keeping my expression neutral as I take in the brunette coming towards me, Star holding onto his arm as she walks with him, her own arm around the shoulders of Laddie, who looks happy to see me. As he nears, the young boy runs over and wraps his arms around my midriff, holding me tightly.

"I'm waiting for my friends." I respond coolly, returning Laddie's embrace gladly, as I know it'll likely be the last time it ever happens.

"Your friends? Who?" Star queries, sounding confused, a frown on her face.

"Oh, you know them very well." I promise her, looking over to my right, where I've just heard David and the boys emerge from the comic shop, Paul and Marko pushing each other around as they always do, "They've arrived, I'd better go. I'll see you around." I smirk, ruffling Laddie's hair as I go, pushing off my motorcycle and going to leave them, only to be stopped by a hand on my arm.

"Are you alright, (Y/n)?" Michael checks with me, expression confused by my attitude.

I turn back to him with a grin.

"Absolutely." I flash my eyes at him, relishing in the sudden fear in their faces before I leave them, joining the boys with a huge grin, laughing with them.

"This will be fun." David murmurs to me, wrapping an arm around my waist as he presses a kiss to the side of my head, the others moving in to give me a peck on the cheek.

"Oh, it will be. Let's mess with them some more." I suggest, giggling with them as we move off into the crowd, ready to torment the Emersons for the rest of the night.

[haienatrash]

When They’re Out of The Limelight

Note: Hi everyone, I hope you guys are doing fine. I decided to delete the first version of this fanfic and write another one with a different ending, coz I received some feedbacks (not just from tumblr but also on twitter) saying that the ending was depressing and that I was too cruel to the characters (which was true, i admit that and i’m sorry. Lol.) I love my moots and I don’t want them to be sad. So here you go, this version contains two parts, hope you guys enjoy the story! - haienatrash

Part I - The After Party

June 5, 2020 - Baeksang Arts Awards 2020

"Everyone's looking for you." Someone with a sexy baritone voice said which made her twirl in surprise. It was Ju Ji Hoon. He was still in his simple yet gorgeous tuxedo with the brooch pin that she had chosen for him to use that night.

Hye Soo smirked at him, a bottle of beer on her left hand. It was that familiar tipsy grin that Geum Ja often use to Hee Jae when they would drink a bottle or more of Soju in Hyena. She sipped a beer before turning her back on him again.

Ji Hoon on the other hand, smiled while admiring her voluptuous figure from the back, taking note of the small details just like the back slit of the dress, how it exposed a little of her skin and the Bulgari Diamond Serpenti flawlessly resting on her back down to the middle of her spine. He was truly amazed at how the black Ralph Lauren dress fitted her body perfectly, flaunting those curves that she maintained through the years.

But his brows creased when he realized she wasn't wearing the white coat she had earlier. She must have left it on the venue downstairs, he unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket and pulled it off from his torso as he slowly walked towards Hye Soo, the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Upon reaching her, he carefully placed the tuxedo jacket on her shoulder to keep her warm before leaning on the railing that reaches up to their abdomen. His gesture made her look up at him, but he was ignoring her stare pretending to look at the 360-degree view of Seoul. They were on the rooftop of the hotel where the Baeksang Arts Award 2020 after party was held.

"Hoon-ssi it's fine, you don't---"

"You're wearing a dress." He cut her off "Exposing your shoulder and your back..." He paused staring back at her before he continued what he was saying "Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against you wearing that sexy dress, but I don't want you to get cold, alright Sunbaenim?" He rolled his eyes the way Hee Jae did, that made Hye Soo chuckle, amused by how Ji Hoon still has a bit of his character with him.

"Hee Jae is that you?" She asked him still giggling a bit "Sorry, but Geum Ja's not here tonight."

"Who says I want Geum Ja? I want Hye Soo." He said not looking away from her.

There was no response from her, now the only thing they could hear was the sound of the gusting wind. Their gazes were locked, she could feel the blood rushing to her face turning her cheeks into crimson red. He never fails to make her feel this way as if it was the first time that someone said those words to her.

"But you can't." She said bitterly, looking away from him, setting the bottle of beer on the railing cap.

Ji Hoon looked down, "You don't trust me, do you?"

"Trust isn't the issue in here. It's the age, the opinion of everyone around us and the career... Your career."

"I'm willing to give it all up---"

"Well I don't, I wouldn't let you give up everything you worked for just to be with me." She cut him off staring back at him. "You're young, you're smart and you're talented, there's so much ahead of you. Don't waste it with someone like me and I am sure you'll find someone much better, someone who can give you a family, a son, or maybe a daughter." She explained but it seems like he wasn't listening to any of it.

"Then I'll take whatever you can give. I love you, and I know you feel the same... Please?" He grabbed both her hands and kissed her knuckles. His eyes started getting wet.

"Ji Hoon, stop." She said pulling her hands away from him.

"This is so unfair. I just wanted to be with you." She saw how tears pooled down his cheeks as he said those words. She felt her heart broke into million pieces, watching him weep because of her.

She couldn't help herself, but extend her hand to his face, cupping his cheek wiping his tears using her thumb. Then she pulled him closer for the last time and caught his lips with hers, kissing him slowly and softly making it linger, trying to ease his pain.

Hye Soo pulled out of the kiss before saying "Let's not see each other again."

Hye Soo walked away from Ji Hoon and did not dare to look back anymore, because she would just do the foolish thing and gave into her emotion again. It's better to end it right now than to fuck everything up later on.

Part II - The Resolve

June 24, 2020 - Hyena BD Commentary Filming Day

Ji Hoon tapped the shoulder of his driver reminding him to take the day off and park the car on the fifth level before he came out of the black Mercedes Benz. He was wearing a plain navy-blue colored t-shirt with a large print on the back and a pair of jeans his hair was neatly brushed up the way Hee Jae would like it, with a black face mask and sunglasses on, which helped him disguise himself and not be noticed by the public. He entered the building and walked straight to the elevator, he pressed the thirteenth button and quietly stood there waiting as it lifted him to his floor.

He still felt a bit dizzy and nauseous because of his hangover from last night, he had been like this for a couple of weeks now and it was still because of what happened at the hotel rooftop last June fifth. That was the last time he saw her, and it didn't go well. His heart ached as he recalled how she walked away from him saying that they shouldn't see each other anymore.

He tried reaching out to her since that night, calling her everyday or whenever he was drunk trying to fix everything between them, but she would just shrug him off and ignore his phone calls. He even drove to her house a week ago only to be dragged out by her security. Ji Hoon clutched tightly on his phone, suppressing the tears which was trying to pool out of his eyes, he shouldn’t be like this.

Be professional Ji Hoon. Be professional.

Ji Hoon knew what he did over the past few weeks was pathetic. But he couldn't just let her go, she meant the world to him and he was looking forward to spending the rest of his life with her. He wouldn't get tired of fighting for her. That was his main reason why he wanted to attend the commentary.

Hye Soo Sunbae would be there. He thought.

Ji Hoon kept on saying that to himself, that was the only motivation he had for almost three weeks, that the commentary would be a good chance to speak with her.

The elevator opened, he looked at the indicator saying they were already on the thirteenth floor, he walked towards Studio five and gently pushed the glass door of the studio; he was welcomed by some of the staffs and crews that he had worked with during the filming of Hyena. He bowed to them as a sign of respect mostly to those who he knew was older than him, then he saw Jang Tae Yoo the director of Hyena, standing next to a tall woman with short hair who's back was facing him.

Obviously, it was her. His sunbae. Kim Hye Soo. The director looked at his direction with a smile on his face. Ji Hoon could read his mouth saying, "Ju Ji Hoon is here." to her. She turned to him, she was wearing a simple white blouse paired with a tattered pair of jeans and a white coat draping over her shoulder, it was simple yet stunning. Well, Hye Soo has always been stunning even in those simple clothes, the corner of her lips curved into a little smile as if nothing happened between them.

Damn, she really is a good actress... He said at the back of his mind. Ji Hoon waved his hand to them, he walked towards them bowing to his leading lady and the director. He felt awkward, not knowing how he should act around her.

"We're glad that you're here already. Maybe we could start in an hour?" Asked Jang Tae Yoo looking up to Ji Hoon. Both leads nodded to him. "Good, we'll go get the lights fixed. Have some snacks first." He said patting Ji Hoon's arm before he left them alone.

Silence surrounded them. He sighed before removing his mask, folding it and sliding it into the back-pocket of his jeans.

I miss you.

I need you.

I love you.

There was a lot of thing that he wanted to ask, and he wanted to say to her but "Hey..." Was all that came out of his mouth.

"Hi." She responded, still with that minimal smile on her lips. She handed him a cookie in pink packaging, which he took instantly like a kid who was given a candy.

She stared at him intently, examining his face. His lips were pale and dry. "Take your sunglasses off, it's a bit disrespectful to greet the director with those on." She said using the director as an excuse to see his face better.

Ji Hoon, without any second thought, took off his sunglasses revealing the dark circles under his unique mismatched eyes, he looked exhausted as if he hadn't slept for weeks. Hye Soo sighed rolling her eyes, she knew it.

"Meet me in the restroom at the end of the hallway going to Studio six and don't forget to put back those sunglasses on." She said before making her way out of Studio five.

• • •

He opened the door of the all-gender restroom then he saw her leaning with her hips on the tiled sink waiting for him. He locked the door before walking towards her, he wasn't sure what she wanted from him but here he was, obviously he couldn't resist her. She stood up properly when she saw him walking towards her, motioning him to switch places with her. Now he was the one who’s leaning on the sink.

"What do you want?" he asked as serious as he could.

"Close your eyes." She stated, ignoring his question. Hye Soo thought he wouldn't do as she said but he did, but as the usual he couldn't keep his mouth shut. He kept on blabbering about how she said the other week that they shouldn't see each other anymore but here they were, in the public restroom, alone. That he called her every day, but she didn't answer any of them and how her security dragged him out of her village. He did all that as she got the wet wipes from her bag, she leaned closer to him and gently cleaned his face, removing the unwanted dirt from his flawless face.

She could spend her whole day just staring at him, memorizing every inch of his face taking note of the small details like the mole on his left cheek that you could barely see if you aren't this close to him and the pointed nose that she compared with the Himalayas, which he found funny.

Hye Soo pulled the primer and the concealer from her make-up pouch. Lucky enough, she still has the concealer that he left on her bathroom the last time he spent the night there which matched his skin tone. She applied a bit primer on his skin and some concealer underneath his eyes. She took her time as she did his make-up, they still have an hour and she wanted this to last, she wouldn't tell anyone, but she missed this dork, she missed him.

"Will you please shut your mouth for a moment Hoon-ssi?" She asked, applying a thin layer of powder on his skin.

"My eyes are closed already, and now you also want me to close my mouth. I don't even understand why you're doing this. You aren't even answering any of my question?!"

"Keep your tone down, will you?" She asked before putting the final touch, a lipstick. From his cheek, her eyes travelled down to his thin lips, it was dry, but she still found them kissable. She gulped.

Don't do it. Don't. Her conscience kept on telling her, but she did it anyway, she kissed him. What she did left him silent, her lips moving against his. It took him a minute or two before he returned her kisses. His hand on her hips pulling her closer to him. The kiss was soft and slow.

“Does that answer all your questions?” She whispered against his mouth before pulling away to catch a breath. "I did that to push you away. Because I wanted to protect you." She placed a hand on his chest. "Let's talk about this later, okay? For now, let's get you ready for the commentary."

He only nodded letting her finish his make-up. After him she fixed herself next, wiping down the smudged lipstick on the corner of her mouth before putting another layer of the same lipstick she used for Ji Hoon's lips.

• • •

After the commentary they drove straight to the Director's house to celebrate the success of Hyena. The whole Team H was there, together with the supporting characters of Hyena, Gyeong Hwa even prepared a cake with the candles saying 'Hyena'. It was fun to be with them again and have a nice dinner while catching up. The celebration ended around ten in the evening, and everyone had gone on their separate ways, but it was different for Ji Hoon and Hye Soo, they still needed to talk.

Ji Hoon parked his car a few blocks away from her house the way he did before. She looked at him and she knew he felt anxious about how their conversation would end up, she could see it on his movements that's why she held his right hand and intertwined it with hers.

"Hey, we'll see each other again, okay?"

"Are you sure---"

"I'm not." She looked straight into his eyes "I'm not sure about what I'm doing and what will be the consequences, but there's one thing that I'm sure of..." She paused, gripping on his hand tighter before saying "And that’s you. I'm sure about you, I'm sure that I want to be with you." She smiled reassuring him that she wouldn't let him go, not anymore.

- END -

Bonus Content!!

On December twenty-fifth Kim Hye Soo posted photo on Instagram with a silhouette of a man, with a very intriguing caption. Some fans guessed it was Ju Ji Hoon. Then the next day both their agencies confirmed that they were dating.

Note: This photo collage is edited, and none of these are true. Thank you for reading!! 

[snarky-badger]

Hiya! Love your works!! I'm not sure about asking but if you're still taking requests *slips paper across table* I work in retail and some of our christmas stock has arrived and the fluffies caught me on Venom experiencing snow or christmas in general for the first time.. Can be x reader fluff you want (yeah.. it's too early to be thinking of christmas and I'm not ready) sorry it's long winded.. thankyou!! xx

Christmas/The Holidays are three weeks (ish) away and I’m starting to get nervous. Anywho! I tried to fit Christmas into this, and I had fun with the snow. Don’t think it snows in San Francisco, but it does in this prompt, so there =P hehehe. Enjoy the fluff!

“EDDIE!”

The loud, booming, yell started both you and the one intended, and you watched with wide eyes as Venom’s head materialized on Eddie’s shoulders, the symbiote’s attention locked onto the apartment’s nearest window.

Eddie, who was apparently more used to the sudden appearance and yelling of said symbiote, didn’t even look up from his laptop. “What?”

“LOOK!”

You got to witness an unusual sight. Venom’s manifested head on a noodle-stalk lurched towards the window, dragging Eddie along. The poor man yelped, was pulled into a backflip over the back of the couch, and landed perfectly. He had enough sense to take a pose before the symbiote bodily yanked him over to the window.

The black and white face smooshed itself up against the glass, deep voice laced with panic. “ASHES ARE FALLING FROM THE SKY! THERE’S A FIRE! WE HAVE TO GO! FIRE WILL KILL US! WE HAVE TO RUN!”

“Ashes?” Eddie pressed his face against the glass next to Venom and peered up at the sky. “Huh. Lookit that.”

“HOW CAN YOU BE CALM?!” Venom obviously thought his host was a few tater tots shy of a full bag.

Shaking your head at the weirdness of it all, you set your book aside and rose to walk over to them, joining your boys. You reached past Eddie and shoved the window up, letting cold air and flakes of snow whoosh into the apartment.

Venom made an ungodly noise of terror as the symbiote reared back, away from the flakes, nearly toppling Eddie as he did so. “DON’T LET IT INTO THE NEST!”

“Venom.” You did your best not to laugh. You really did. You’d never seen Venom afraid before, or known that his usually deep voice could gain such a high pitch. “Venom, look. It’s snow.”

Eddie was snickering to himself. “Snow. Frozen water. Doesn’t usually snow in San Fran, but the weather’s been bonkers lately.”

You stretched a hand out and scooped a bit of accumulated snow off the windowsill. “Look.”

Venom eyed your extended hand as if you were offering him his most hated white chocolate. Slowly, as the bit of snow in your palm melted, he snaked his head closer, pale eyes narrowing a little as he stared, then tentatively licked at the bundled flakes in your hand.

Pale eyes widened seconds later. “IT’S WATER.”

“Yup. Frozen water. Perfectly safe, unless it snows ten feet, which we won’t get here,” you chuckled, smiling as you flicked your now wet fingers at Eddie, who yelped and wiped at his face.

“Guess we’ll have a white Christmas,” the man muttered as he shook droplets of water from his tee shirt.

“CHRISTMAS?” You and Eddie had tried to explain the holiday to Venom. He’d been less than enthused about the story of Santa ‘breaking in’ and leaving gifts. You were certain the alien was low-key planning on staking out the apartment in an attempt to catch Ol’ Saint Nick.

There had been endless questions. If you hadn’t been an adult and known that Santa wasn’t real before, having the symbiote poke holes in all the Christmas Stories would have done it. Most of the questions about the religious aspects went unanswered since neither you or Eddie were particularly religious to begin with.

Venom had finally been mollified with a final exasperated answer that it was a holiday meant to celebrate friends and family. The promise of a huge meal had also helped.

So Venom hadn’t made any overly snarky comments about the Christmas Tree that you and Eddie had put up. The artificial thing was now laden with ornaments and lights, and while it wasn’t anything like the perfectly manicured ‘classic’ trees, like in the magazines, it was perfect for the three of you.

But snow. Actual snow. A white Christmas. You hadn’t had one of those in… years. Not since you’d moved to San Francisco for work, anyway.

“Let’s go for a walk,” you grinned, turning away from watching the snow fall to look at Eddie.

He arched a doubtful eyebrow at you. “In the snow?”

“Yeah, ‘in the snow’! It’ll melt soon enough, and I haven’t seen snow in years!” You gave him your best kicked-puppy look. “Please?”

“WE WANT TO SEE MORE TOO,” Venom rumbled, his gaze still glued to the falling snow.

“We could go to the Park! They put up a bunch of lights and decorations! It’ll be fun!” When Eddie still looked doubtful, you performed a finishing move. “And we can stop by that coffee shop you love. Get one of their specialty hot chocolates.”

His lips quirked, even as Venom perked up at the word ‘chocolate’. “We’re not sure we’re comfortable with the way you’ve learned to manipulate us,” he drawled, eyes sparkling with mirth.

“SAYS YOU,” Venom smirked, taking control of Eddie’s body again and lurching him towards the apartment door. “LET’S GO.”

Twenty minutes later found the two (three?) of you at the Golden Gate Park, walking along a pathway with Christmas lights draped over every tree and light post. It was an event done every year, and with the snow falling, the lights glowing in the early dusk, it seemed almost magical.

“You can’t tell me this wasn’t worth coming out here,” you smiled as you cozy’d up to Eddie, who had his left arm around you, his right hand stuffed into his jacket pocket. Venom was coiled around his neck in the guise of a black scarf, pale ‘eyes’ visible as the symbiote took in everything around.

“It is pretty,” Eddie admitted, tucking you closer when you wound your right arm around his back. “Haven’t seen it snow like this in.... ever, actually. Not since I moved here from New York.”

“I miss snow,” you murmured, tilting your head back to stare up at the sky, smiling when a few flakes landed on your face. “I mean, not the shoveling of it, because that sucks. But seeing it, having snowball fights and building forts and stupid little things like that.”

“It’s not stupid,” he chided you gently, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek before returning his attention to the pathway, his boots crunching on the new fallen snow. “I kinda miss the Rockefeller Center and the massive tree they put up every year. I think one year they got a tree that was ninety five feet tall.”

You leaned into him a little, the warmth of him chasing the unusual chill from you. “I’ve only seen pictures, to be honest.”

“You’d love it. There’s a skating rink just below it - not that I could skate to save my life.” Eddie paused for a moment, then grinned at you. “Maybe, one year, we’ll take you there. As a Christmas present.”

“I* thought Venom hated planes.”

“The engine noise yeah.” There came a grumble from his ‘scarf’ and Eddie nudged at the blackness with his chin. “But that time was from the outside. It’s quieter when you’re actually in the place.”

“True.” A group of children, followed by their exasperated parents, ran past, heading for a small playground that had been set up - huge piles of snow had been made into small toboggan hills and slides.

“C’mon.” Eddie tugged you away from the noisy mass of people and children, taking a pathway away from the lights. Quietness, broken only by the sounds of your footsteps in the snow and the light breeze, settled over the two of you. “Thought you and I could introduce Vee to something fun.”

You blinked as Eddie pulled away, the loss of his warmth making you tuck your jacket closer. “Oh?”

“Yup.” A grin, best described as a ‘shit-eating grin’, spread across his face as he bent to retrieve a handful of snow.

Too late, you realized his intention.

You gave a little yelp as the ball of snow hit you square in the chest, some of it falling into your open collar and instantly melting against your skin. “Oh, you did not just do that. You are in for it now buster!”

He threw a second ball, and you dodged, scooping up a fistful and lobbing it at him blindly. Managed a hit on his neck and heard Venom’s low hiss of surprise and shock before you made a run for a tree, intending to use it as a shield. “Running away already?”

“I’m not running away I’m regrouping!” You grabbed another handful of snow and patted it into a sphere before peeking out, yelping when you jerked back into cover in time for a snowball to impact against the tree’s trunk.

Eyes narrowing in indignation, you threw yourself out of cover, running for another tree. Saw an opening and took it, laughing when you manage to hit Eddie right in the face.

He sputtered, spitting out snow, and wiped the melting slush from his face. “Oh, you’re in for it now,” he laughed, grinning a little. “Mask!”

“Well shit,” left you in a mutter as Venom took the cue and materialized around Eddie, taking over. You gave a shriek as a symbiotic tendril lobbed some snow at you and ran for it, hearing Venom’s delighted chortle as he gave chase.

He chased you through the secluded part of the Park you were in, the two of you darting in between trees and using them and whatever else was available for cover as you traded ammunition. It really wasn’t a fair fight, not when he could use tendrils and hands to lob snow balls at you, but you actually took time to aim, cackling when you nailed him in the butt.

You laughed like a loon at the indignant sound he loosed, then ran for it when Venom smirked and launched himself at you. Made it, maybe, five feet before he tackled you from behind, twisting to take the brunt of the landing before he grabbed a handful of snow and tried to shove it down the front of your jacket.

Where upon you raised your last sphere of snow and smashed it, point black, into his face.

“ACK! PHFT!” Shaking his head, Venom spat out a mouthful of snow, then narrowed his eyes at you. “YOU PLAY DIRTY MORSEL.”

“You put snow in my bra,” you shot back as you dug slush out from under your jacket. “There are bits of me that aren’t meant to be that cold!”

He snickered and pushed your onto your back, looming over you. “WE LIKE THIS. THIS ‘SNOW’ STUFF. IT’S FUN.” Venom leaned down, nuzzling chilled fangs against your neck, tongue laving at the spot to sooth the feeling of sharp teeth. One taloned hand rose to tug at your jacket a little before he started to unzip it. “MM. YOU KNOW, WE DON’T SENSE ANYONE ELSE NEARBY...”

“Ohhh, no,” you laughed, gently pushing him back. “We are not having sex in the snow. Ask Eddie about ‘frostbite’, and then think about how mad I’ll be if I get that anywhere near anything sensitive.”

“WOULDN’T LET THAT HAPPEN,” he grumbled after a brief moment where you knew he’d rifled through Eddie’s memories, curling his arms around you and tugging you close, tendrils lashing around to wrap you up in warmth. “BETTER?”

Smiling, you hugged him back, the chill of lying in the snow fading as he cocooned you in his mass. “Mm. Yes. Thank you. Still, I think it’s time we go home, hm?”

Venom made the rumbling noise he only made for you and nuzzled into you again, licking at the shell of your right ear. “PROMISED US HOT CHOCOLATE.”

A laugh left you. “That I did. Almost forgot about that. Okay, hot chocolate, then home.”

“AND THE NEST IS NICE AND WARM, SO NO FROSTBITE,” he purred, sliding a hand down to grab your hip and pull you close to meet the slow roll of his hips.

Your lips curved into a smile as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “My thoughts exactly.”