#tan tufted sofa

[shutupanddiehl]

Living Room Loft-Style in Toronto Inspiration for a small timeless formal and loft-style dark wood floor living room remodel with white walls and no fireplace

[belinda-amy]

Traditional Living Room - Loft-Style

Small elegant formal and loft-style dark wood floor living room photo with white walls and no fireplace

[gaboobers]

Living Room in Toronto

Small elegant formal and loft-style dark wood floor living room photo with white walls and no fireplace

[salaishop]

Loft-Style - Living Room Example of a small classic formal and loft-style dark wood floor living room design with white walls and no fireplace

[expectopatronope]

Living Room Loft-Style in Toronto

[introvertedthinking]

Living Room - Craftsman Living Room

Mid-sized arts and crafts open concept living room design with white walls, a tile fireplace, and no television as an example.

[chrislopezportfolio]

Toronto Loft-Style

[bettyfrommars]

I feel like would make for an excellent Vampire, especially the way he is in the later seasons. He'd have no problem charming reader if he really wanted to, and add in the vampire charm on top of that? Omg, I don't think anyone could stand a chance!

(I did clarify with requestor, and they were referring to Stevie boy)

hustler!vampire!Steve x fem!Reader

18+ONLY, mature themes, gore, hustling, possessive!Steve, drinking blood, a murder, reader wears a dress and fishnets, mention of smut. The characters I write for are always over 21. words: 1.6k

note: this request about Steve being a vampire had me writing two things at once: this short piece and a much longer one that should be done in a couple days. I've also been obsessed with the idea of hustler or con man Steve, and I plan to do more with him, but this is just some hustler/vampire Steve hybrid brain rot.

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You can feel him watching you from across the bar; the tan, older gentleman with the thick head of salt n’ pepper hair, wearing the Rolex watch---too cocky to even remove his wedding ring.  You make a point to lick the rim of your martini glass, eager tongue flicking out, making eye contact with him as you take a sip.

That was the signal, that was the code, and he was coming over.  You cross your legs and pinch a cigarette out of its gold case, bringing it to your red lips with manicured fingernails.  The older gentleman is already at your side with his lighter flicked, flame ready for you.

“All alone tonight?” He asks, even though he knows the answer.

“Not anymore,” you coo, swiveling on your bar stool to point your cigarette at the fire he is offering.  You’re wearing fishnets and high heels, and you lick your lips after you suck a drag into your lungs.  

He braces his hand on the bar next to you, exposing the inside of his Armani suit jacket, caging you away from the other men at the bar.  “You want to get out of here?” He inclines his head, motioning to the bartender for the tab after you nod.  

In the elevator up to his suite, there are no words, but his hands grip your hips, pulling you your ass flush against his pelvis.  He kisses the exposed skin of your shoulder, and you stretch your neck to the side, offering yourself.  His lips are soft and eager; his touch possessive but polite.

You reapply your lipstick as he searches for the room key in his pockets, and check it in the tiny compact from your handbag, wiping the corners of your mouth clean, kissing the air. Your eyes glance down either side of the hall, expectantly.

“After you, my love,” the man says, extending his arm, gesturing for you to enter as his eyes shamelessly take you in; pupils blown with desire.   

Sure, you were used to high rollers, but it was your first time at the penthouse suite in this particular hotel and the view from the floor to ceiling windows made you gasp. 

“You like it baby?” The man asks, and you keep him busy, so he forgets to lock the door. “It’s all for you.”  He throws his jacket to the chair and rolls up his sleeves, watching you all the while. 

You turn to face him, tossing your purse on the sofa, pulling the straps of  your dress down your shoulders. “You’ve got a nice view,” you purr.

“I sure do,” he agrees in a mumble, loosening his tie as he breeches the distance, closing in to curl over you and steal a kiss from those perfect lips.

“Well, well, well,” a third, deeper voice enters the conversation, and you both swivel to see who is stepping into view from the hallway.

Steve has an unlit cigarette bobbing between his lips and he is flipping the top on his gold lighter open and closed as he walks.  He’s wearing a white tee that is one size too small, accentuating the muscles in his shoulders, and black trousers with suspenders hanging down his hips.  His hair is slicked back, and there are letters tattooed across his knuckles that spell out: GAME OVER.  

You bite your lip at the way the tuft of hair on his chest peaks out over the collar of his tee.

“Who the hell are you?” The man asks, eyes darting around. “How did you get in here?”

Steve makes his way around the sofa casually, flicking his lighter, as if he were invited.

You take a few steps back, planting your hands behind you on the desk, not far from the man you came with, keeping an eye on the intruder. 

Steve stops to light his cigarette, cupping his hand over the end, and snaps the lighter closed for the final time, shoving it in his pocket.  He squints and rolls his shoulders as he takes a drag, plucking it from his mouth to point at the man with his smoke, blocking the path to the door.  “First, I have a question for you.”

The man looks around, as if to find a weapon, or to calculate how fast he could get to the phone and dial for help.  

“What I want to know,” Steve closes in, making the older man stumble back against the end of the couch.  With one hand in his pocket, Steve takes another drag, gesturing to you with a buck of his chin.  “Did you really think you were gonna fuck my girl?”

The man bristles at that, confused at first, but then he whips his head around to look at you.

You offer him a precocious smile, running the tip of your tongue over your teeth.

“What the—?” The man’s face loses all of its color as the weight of the situation begins to sink in. 

“I asked you a question,” Steve demands, his face void of humor, pushing a cloud of smoke from his tight lips.  “Did you. Think. You were gonna. Fuck. My girl?”

The man stammers, realizing he’s boxed in; Steve is blocking him from the exit, and you’re blocking him from the phone and the door to the bedroom.  

“Okay,” the man says, holding his hands up in the air as if Steve held a gun. “How much do you want? Name your price and you can walk out of here, pretend this never happened.”

Steve chuckles indulgently then, scratching his nose with his thumb.  “You’re all the same, you know that? So fucking weak.”

But then the man figures you’re the easiest one to get through, so he bolts, swinging his arm to knock you to the ground.  

Nothing could have prepared him for the way you stood fast, baring your vampire fangs that dripped with saliva. The irises of your eyes glowed red, and you let out a feral hiss.

“Holy mother of christ—” the man jumps back, reeling, arms flailing.  

Steve steps up behind him, mouth open wide to expose his sharp teeth, and then he chomps down on the side of the man’s throat, crunching into his veins like an apple. Some blood squirts out from the seal of Steve’s lips, but he always does his best to swallow it all.  Cigarettes still smoldering between his fingers, he clamps that hand over his victim’s mouth to stifle the screaming.  The man tries to twitch out of his grasp, but Steve is too strong.

After a few seconds, he decides to break his neck, realizing it’s not worth the trouble.  There will be plenty of fresh blood to enjoy before his heart gives out.  

“Save some for me, baby,” you come over next to him once the man’s body goes limp. You lean in to kiss Steve while your tongues lap up the blood and flick against each other.  

After you’re both satiated, Steve carries the body to the bathtub like it weighs nothing.  Both of your mouths are covered in crimson, dripping down your throats, staining the front of Steve’s shirt.

“Check his pockets, baby,” Steve tells you, and you’re quick to oblige, taking his wallet, watch, and wedding ring.  Steve flips through the wallet, counting the thick stack of cash with a serious expression as he counts.

Once business is concluded, Steve throws the wallet on the kitchen sink and takes your face in his hands, looking you over, searching your eyes.  “Did he touch you baby? You know I fucking hate that.  You know I hate it when they get to touch you.”

You loved Steve more than anything, but you were also very good at your job.  You knew you had to let them have a taste once in a while to build trust and make them think they were in control.  You remembered how the older man had grabbed your hips in the elevator and kissed your neck.

“No, baby, no one touches me but you,” and then your mouth is on his, moaning into the kiss as you devour the claret from each other’s skin.  Steve tilts your head back to suck your chin, kissing down your throat.  The wig you were wearing falls to the ground as Steve’s strong hands yank your dress up to your waist and rip open your fishnets.  He puts you up on the counter between the two sinks and gets on his knees to grab your thighs and bury his tongue inside of you.  You clutch onto his hair, exposing your throat to the ceiling, whimpering his name.

You have sex for the next hour in the bathroom next to the dead body until it’s time to clean up and find a place to hunker down before sunrise. 

It had been a fun winter in Vegas, but both of you knew that too much of a good thing was never wise for those wanting to keep to the shadows.  You’d take your scores from the past 2 months and find a new place to call home, perhaps somewhere cool with long nights and short days.  Maybe you’d keep hustling, or maybe you wouldn’t.  

But you’d always have each other.  

[sparkypantaloons]

Robin Ramen

Dick catches hypothermia after an encounter with Mr. Freeze. Good Dad Bruce to the rescue.

For @nbspacegay

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When Bruce finds Dick, the kid is dopey with cold. His knees pulled up to his chest, the little yellow cape pulled tight around him, tears frozen to his cheeks.

“Bee.” He forces the word out through chattering teeth and aching jaw. His voice positively miserable. “Bee’zatyou?”

“It’s okay, Robin.” Bruce says gently. He pulls his own cape from his shoulders, wraps it around the eight year old nearly three times he’s so small. Scoops him into his arms. “It’s okay, Robin.” He says again. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

Bruce carries him out of the frozen bank vault, guilt burning in his chest. It mixes with the rage he feels for Freeze. Boils like a white, hot sun, at both of them, for putting in Dick in danger. He wonders if the eight year old can feel the warmth of it, seeping through Bruce’s skin.

He puts the car on autopilot as soon as they reach it. Carefully removes Dick’s now damp uniform, as they speed back to the Manor. It leaves Dick’s skin cool and clammy as it’s peeled away, his usual sunshine gold tan, now a moonlight grey.

“Alfred,” Bruce says into the comm, his voice is gruffer than usual. “Alfred, ETA is seventeen minutes. Potential hypothermia.”

Bruce hears Alfred pause, hears the concern and chastisement and regret in the older man’s single intake of breath and then he says “Of course, sir.” And clicks out of the channel.

“You’re okay, Dickie.” Bruce turns back to Robin. The eight year old is listless and quiet. Eyes glazed as he watches Bruce manoeuvre him into a spare pair of sweatpants and t-shirt to replace the uniform. There’s no sweater for Dick in the car for some reason, so Bruce pulls one of his own hoodies over the kid’s head. It swallows him up almost immediately, comes down to his knees and well past the tips of his fingers. Bruce pulls the hood up, wraps Dick up in Batman’s cape again and then pulls him into his lap. Holds him close.

It doesn’t take them twenty minutes to reach the Cave. Alfred is waiting with blankets and hot chocolate.

“How is he?” He asks, grim faced, as Bruce climbs out of the car with his precious bundle.

“M’okay.” Dick mumbles. He’s still cool to touch, still limp and floppy. Still impossibly small in Bruce’s arms.

Bruce heads towards the med bay, but Alfred’s hand on his arm stops him. “I’ve prepared the drawing room.” He says softly. “Far better perhaps, than a damp cave?”

“Hn.” Bruce grunts, ready to head towards the Cave stairs.

“Let me take him.” Alfred says, blocking Bruce again. “You need to shower, get out of that suit.”

Bruce hesitates, not ready to let Dick out of his sight. Not ready to let his mind start torturing him with the what if’s and could have’s of the evening. Then he nods and gently places the eight year old in Alfred’s arms.

He pushes Dick’s damp hair back from his forehead. His skin still cold and clammy. “I won’t be long, Dickie.” He promises.

Dick murmurs something unintelligible, eyelids fluttering, as Alfred carries him out of the Cave.

Bruce finds them a short while later in the Drawing Room. A tight ball of guilt and worry sticks in his chest. A fire is blazing and Dick is buried beneath a mountain of blankets on the couch. A tuft of black hair poking out over to glassy, blue eyes. Alfred places a hand on Bruce’s shoulder as he leaves, but doesn’t speak.

Bruce takes a breath. “Hey chum.” He says gently, kneeling by the sofa. He runs a hand over Dick’s head, down to the back of his neck. “How’re you feeling?”

“Cold.” Dick slurs. Then he lets out a miserable moan. “M’sorry B.” Hot tears spill onto cool skin. “M’sorry.”

“Hey, hey now.” Bruce coos softly, twisting so his eyes are level with Dick’s. “What are you apologising for?”

“I shouldn’ta let Freeze—uh…” He trails off as a shiver runs through him, another tear slipping down his cheek.

Bruce’s heart hurts, his poor boy. “Hold on, Dickie.” He says quietly, climbing to his feet, picking up the bundle of blankets that his son as he goes. He adjusts the eight year old in his arms, then sits down on the couch. Cuddles the little boy close to his chest. “It’s okay, darling.” He murmurs softly, hands gently rubbing up and down Dick’s back to warm him up. “You didn’t do anything wrong.“

Dick sniffs miserably into Bruce’s shoulder. His cold fingers tucked under Bruce’s chin. “I shouldn’ta got stuck. What if you needed me?”

Bruce takes one of Dick’s hands in his own, presses a kiss to his fingertips. “We need each other chum.” He says gently. “That’s what makes us a team.”

Dick sniffs again, but Bruce can feel him relax a little, beneath all the blankets. He falls into an exhausted sleep.

An hour or so later, Dick stirs. His head popping up from beneath Bruce’s chin. His arms have disappeared into the giant sleeves of Bruce’s hoody and he struggles to get his hands free.

Bruce blinks his own sleep away. Helps the eight year old’s hands escape the enormous jumper. “How’re you feeling,chum?” He asks. The fire is just dying embers now.

Dick is wriggling, trying to escape all of the many, many blankets. “Hungry.” He mumbles.

“Yeah?” Bruce asks, helping the eight year old free himself. “Let’s go see what we can rustle up.”

Dick raises a sceptical eyebrow. “Is Alfred awake?” He asks.

Bruce pouts. “I can make soup, Dick.”

Dick makes a face. “Tell that to the pan you melted last weekend.”

Bruce laughs at that, sitting the eight year old on his hip as he stands from the sofa. “I think Alfred has left us some out. We just need to microwave it.”

Dick nods, leans his head on Bruce’s shoulder, forehead pressed to Bruce’s neck. His skin is warmer now, but still a little cool for Bruce’s liking.

Bruce sits him on the island in the kitchen. Rolls the sleeves of the hoody up five times before Dick can finally use his hands.

Alfred has left out three different kinds of soup, one bowl of porridge and a giant mug of hot chocolate. Each with very clear, detailed instructions on how to warm them up without any major disasters. Bruce reads each option out to Dick, feels his heart hurt as the poor kid listens quietly, still tired and listless.

“Robin Ramen, please.” He says, once Bruce is finished. “And hot chocolate.”

Bruce nods. “One Robin Ramen coming right up.” He says with a flourish. It’s one of Alfred’s own recipes, a twist on the classic ramen recipe, but without a couple of ingredients Dick is allergic to. Bruce pops the bowl in the microwave, punches in the instructions left by the older man.

“Don’t burn it.” Dick warns, though he’s still too tired for his usual cheekiness. He leans his head against Bruce’s chest as they wait for the microwave to ding and Bruce runs his fingers through the eight years old’s hair.

Half a bowl of ramen and nearly all the hot chocolate later, Dick is finally starting to perk up. He has some colour back in his cheeks, though he still looks drained. “Did you get Freeze at least?” He asks, from where he sits at the breakfast bar. His legs swing beneath him.

Bruce shakes his head. “Don’t worry. We’ll get him next time.”

Dick drops his spoon against the bowl with a clatter. He looks miserable. “B you should have got him instead of me. You need to keep Gotham safe.”

“Dickie.” Bruce says seriously, moving to sit next to the eight year old. “The only person I need to keep safe is you. You and Alfred.”

“But—“ Dick begins.

“No.” Bruce says firmly. “If it’s Gotham or you, my choice is always you, chum. Always. What’s the point in saving the city if you’re not here with me to enjoy it, huh?”

Dick looks down into his bowl. Nods silently. “I was scared.” He says eventually. Voice so quiet, Bruce almost doesn’t hear it. “It was so cold.”

“I know, darling.” Bruce says gently. “It’s okay to be scared.”

Dick nods again. Still doesn’t look up. “Can we go to bed now? M’tired.”

Bruce nods. “Of course.” He scoops the eight year old up again, holds him tight. “You wanna stay with me?”

Dick nods into Bruce’s shoulder. Bruce pretends he can’t feel the warm tears soaking through his shirt.

When they reach Bruce’s bedroom, Dick runs and jumps into the giant bed. Bruce tries not to laugh as he goes, he looks like E.T. in the giant hoodie.

“Don’t think you’re getting away with not brushing your teeth any night, other than tonight.” Bruce warns.

Dick flashes him a grin from where he’s already huddled beneath the sheets. “C’mon slow poke, or I’m gonna sleep right in the middle and you’ll have to sleep at the bottom with Ace.”

“I’d like to see you try it.” Bruce says, climbing in beside the eight year old, ignoring the small, evil laugh Dick lets out. “Are you still cold, chum?” He asks.

“A little.” Dick says quietly. He wriggles himself into Bruce’s space.

Bruce reaches over and switches out the light, wraps his arms around the tiny bundle that is Robin.

“G’night, B.” Dick says, voice already slurred with sleep.

“G’night Dickie.” Bruce says and he presses a kiss to Dick’s hair, holds him close to his chest. Safe and warm.

[faulty-writes]

[ I present to you Chapter three of my Tenko Shimura/Tomura Shigaraki AU series. I hope you enjoy it! To see the previous chapters you can follow this link to my blog. ]

[ Chapter Three Summary: Tenko returns home after a lousy day of hero work with Izuku. His mood remains sour even when his caretaker, Oboro Shirakumo tries to cheer him up. After learning what happened he's shocked to find out your "villain" name sounds familiar but he can't place where he's heard it before. ]

“Hello!” Tenko shouted after kicking open the front door with Izuku trailing behind him. He walked into the living room and plopped down on the sofa, crossing his arms with an irritated expression. “I’m home after another lousy day!” he added, expecting his father to come out from wherever he was.

“Um, Tenko are you sure-” Izuku paused when he heard a noise come from the kitchen. “Huh?” his body stiffened out of instinct when the sound of rushed footsteps followed. 'Those are too light to be All Might's' he thought, meanwhile Tenko remained where he was, completely unbothered.

Then a soft but cheery voice came, “Shimura?” and Izuku immediately dropped his defensive posture. “Oh, it’s just you…S-Shirakumo,” he said, watching the man walk out of the kitchen with a bright smile. “Midoriya! How are you?!” he greeted the boy with an enthusiastic wave.

“Heh,” he gave an awkward smile and partially waved back. “Mm…” his eyes scanned the man from head to toe with a frown. Oboro was tall with tan-colored skin and always dressed in semi-formal attire that included a white button shirt, black vest, black pants, and dress shoes.

When he was doing his hero work, he dressed in a blue martial arts Gi with a black belt. He also wore combat boots and fingerless gloves. On occasion, he'd switch up his hero suit to something more casual and this consisted of a brown aviator jacket lined with white fur with a dark-colored shirt underneath and matching pants.

He'd also sport a blue aviator hat with an opening that would allow his hair to flow freely. Regardless of what he decided to wear when doing hero work, he'd always have his signature goggles, quarterstaff, and his special gourd-like speaker.

His hair was colored light blue and had a certain wavy curve to it, but it also swept back and yet flowed upward so it rested above his head. He didn’t have any bangs, per se but two ear-length tufts framed his face. Across his nose was a strange rectangular bandage and his eyes were colored blue and his left had three scars over it.

They started a little above his eyebrow and ended an inch or so under the said eye. Izuku always wondered what happened to cause those scars, but he knew that it was none of his business and that heroes always got lasting injuries.

Then again, Oboro was only a part-time hero and a support one at that. He worked behind the scenes to either help other heroes and civilians that needed it or to capture villains without causing a scene. The rest of the time, he was assigned to take care of Tenko.

Oboro smiled, showing off his pearly whites as he passed Izuku and into the living room. He placed his hands on his hips and leaned over, looking directly at Tenko who continued to sulk. He noticed the patches of dirt that stained his clothing and assumed they were the results of whatever fight or fights Tenko had gotten into.

“I was wondering when you’d come home Shimura,” he said, leaning back up with a laugh. “Sorry to say All Might is out right now, he said something about needing to meet up with Sir Nighteye,” Tenko kicked the table in front of him.

“Figures he wouldn’t be here, guess he doesn't want to face the failure of a son he raised,” he commented making Oboro and Izuku frown. “T-that’s not true Tenko!” the green-haired boy shouted with his hands curled into fists. “Mm…” Tenko looked at him but said nothing.

“Hm…” Oboro puckered his lips. “Well…” he said, shrugging. “Even when you screw up, just keep smiling like usual!” he plopped down carelessly next to Tenko. The male growled in response, glaring at him but made no move to scoot away.

“That’s my M.O. So don’t be too hard on yourself,” he advised, wrapping one arm around the other’s shoulders. “You know your father wouldn’t like that and neither do I,” he admitted, watching the other’s face soften a bit.

“So!” he sprung to his feet. “How about we talk about your day over dinner? I just finished making it,” he smiled yet again and turned to Izuku. “You’re welcome to join us, I know you’re important to Yagi-san,” he said, pointing a lazy finger at the green-haired boy.

“Plus, you were one of Shota’s students. I think he’d be mad if I wasn’t treating you right,” he concluded with a chuckle. “Oh, um. I mean if it’s not too much trouble. I d-don’t want to be a burden!” Izuku exclaimed with flushed cheeks.

He laughed in response, finding the other's words entertaining. “You're never a burden here,” he reassured and gave Izuku a sturdy pat on the back. “Oh um...” he trembled a bit, not entirely used to being handled in such a way, at least not by a friendly individual like Oboro.

“I…I mean i-it would be an honor to join you for dinner! T-thank you!” he said, nervously bowing. Oboro smiled, giving a nod before looking at Tenko. “Come on Shimura,” he urged, motioning the other to follow him but only got a sigh in response.

“D-don’t worry!” Izuku said, holding his hands up. “Hm?” Oboro raised his eyebrow but kept smiling. “I’ll convince him to eat d-dinner, i-if that’s okay with you!” he squeaked out nervously, but the older man nodded and placed his hand on Izuku’s shoulder.

“Thank you for looking out for him when I wasn’t there,” he looked confused by Oboro’s words, but then again, he knew that he was close to Tenko and acted as his protector. “I’m…happy to,” he replied with a smile before the older man walked back into the kitchen.

The savory scent in the air was beginning to make his stomach turn. ‘I better convince Tenko fast,’ he thought, swallowing the saliva in his mouth. When was the last time he ate anyway? “Hey T-Tenko,” he cautiously walked over to the other who remained with his arms crossed.

“What?” he replied, obviously still disappointed in himself. “Why don’t we…um…h-have something to eat and maybe you’ll f-feel better after you talk about w-what happened today!” he suggested frantically, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks again.

Tenko raised his eyebrow and leaned forward. “Jeez, you’re so tough on the field but you blush like a baby when you’re everywhere else!” he bluntly pointed out, rolling his eyes. “Mm…fine!” he exclaimed, stomping his foot before frantically standing up. Izuku stepped back, slightly startled by the other’s actions.

“Let’s just…eat some stupid food! Not like anything else is happening…” he grumbled, stomping into the kitchen with his hands clenched at his sides. “O-oh um…” Izuku frowned, watching the other disappear from his view. ‘Tenko can be…kind of blunt when he wants to be,’ he thought, scratching the side of his temple.

He grumbled unhappily, swirling his food around with his fork as Izuku went on about the events that took place earlier. Oboro listened attentively before addressing Tenko. “So, that's why you're upset?” he asked, noticing that the other wasn’t eating much.

“So, what if I am!?” he snapped in reply, slamming his hands onto the table and startling Izuku. Oboro, however, remained level-headed. “Mm…” he propped his elbows onto the table, narrowing his eyes. It was rare that he sported an unhappy and suspicious expression.

“Eat your food, Shimura,” he said, before turning to Izuku. “You too,” the green-haired boy jumped in his seat. “Uh, r-right!” he replied, once again feeling embarrassed. He was so wrapped up in telling Oboro what happened he had barely touched his own food.

“Why bother eating!? It’s not like I did anything to deserve it!” Tenko hissed, making the older man frown in response. “What was the name of this villain again?” he asked, hoping Tenko would cooperate. He growled and leaned back in his seat, wondering why the hell that even mattered.

As much as he hated to admit it, Oboro was one of the few that held a certain place in his heart. ‘Pff, that’s just because I’ve known him since…’ he paused, how old was he when he met Oboro again? ���I’ll figure that out at another time…’ although he knew he'd forget.

He sighed, crossing his arms. “They go by Y/n,” he muttered and Oboro’s eyes lit up, almost as if he recognized your name. He placed his utensils down, “Is that their chosen villain's name?” he questioned, making Tenko more irritated.

He ground his teeth together before snapping, “How should I know!?” and slamming his hands on the table yet again. “T-Tenko…” Izuku said, feeling more like an awkward third wheel than a dinner guest. “What!?” he snapped again, turning to glare at him.

“Sit back down,” Oboro said, trying to be as stern as he could be. Once again Tenko muttered something under his breath but took his seat. A few seconds passed and the sound of the front door swinging open echoed through the house followed by the exclamation, “I AM HERE!”

“Oh, your father is home,” Oboro commented, looking at Tenko with a smile but the boy remained with a scowl. “Great…” he replied sarcastically, knowing Izuku was probably fanboying. To be that obsessed with someone was just weird, or so he thought.

Oboro got up from his seat when he heard the door close. Heavy footsteps sounded and Toshinori peeked his head into the kitchen. “H-hello All Might!” Izuku stuttered out, standing up from his seat and bowing respectfully.

Sure, he and All Might were close, but that didn’t mean that he lost his respect for the other. It was only right to remain formal. “Young Midoriya!” he exclaimed, stepping into the kitchen, and placing his hands on his hips.

“Ah, and young Tenko!” he said, walking over to his adopted son and laying his hand on his back. “I trust you had a fulfilling day of stopping evildoers!” he tilted his head back, laughing victoriously but it died just as quickly when he noted the eerie silence.

“Uh, w-well actually A-All Might…” Izuku began but was interrupted because Tenko pushed his chair back. “Damn it!” he growled, now directing his anger at his father. He glared at him, noticing how the former number-one hero took a step back.

‘Look at that face!’ Toshinori frantically thought before Tenko stomped his foot against the floor. He knew from experience that his son had anger issues and was too hard on himself. He expected him to start yelling, to carry on and on.

But instead, to his surprise, Tenko pushed past him to angrily stomp upstairs. The sound of his bedroom door slamming came a few seconds later and Toshinori was left confused. He blinked before turning to look at Izuku and Oboro.

“There was a little mishap today Yagi-san, I’ll talk to him later. But Midoriya can fill you in,” Oboro informed him before smiling. “I need to clean up and make a call,” with that, he bowed respectfully and walked over to the kitchen counter.

“Hm…” Toshinori raised his eyebrow, slightly suspicious as to who Oboro wanted to call this late into the evening. It must have something to do with his hero work and while he understood the pressures of being a hero, he knew too well what had happened in Oboro’s past and the reason he only worked as a part-time hero.

Of course, he had also given the other a purpose when he was at his lowest, and that purpose was caring for Tenko. He hoped that his son would eventually find his place within the world of heroes, but from what he had already gathered it wasn’t going as smoothly as he hoped.

“Well, young Midoriya,” he gestured to the living room, “shall we?” Izuku nodded, even if he felt like he was going behind Tenko’s back All Might deserved to know what was happening and he was eager to hear any suggestions on how to help Tenko become the hero he wanted to be.

[dentonunderwood98]

We've Had Enough! 15 Things About Leather Sectionals For Sale We're Overheard

RC Willey Leather Sectionals For Sale RC Willey has a large selection of leather sectionals that will assist you in elevating your living space. These fashionable pieces are designed to provide luxury seating while remaining affordable. This reclining sofa is built to last. It is constructed with wooden frames that are covered with genuine leather upholstery. The rich tan colour and foam cushions make it perfect for a movie night with your loved ones. The sleek silhouette and the round armrests with a pillow top complete the design. Types of Leather Leather sectionals are versatile and can be styled in a variety of different ways. They can also be paired with a variety of other furniture styles. They are durable and their designs are typically timeless. They also give a feeling of luxury that is enhanced by other materials, such as wool, felt, and silk. This makes them a wonderful addition to modern living spaces as well as rooms that have more traditional decor. 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Additionally its tufted cushion cushions and pillow backs are finished with welting to highlight its sleek silhouette. Leather Style Italian leather sectionals ooze style, sophistication and luxury. Their sleek exteriors are both waterproof and stain-proof, and their soft, luxurious interiors provide excellent comfort. Careful maintenance is essential to maintain the beauty and durability of this gorgeous material. Bernie & Phyl's offers an array of beautiful genuine leather sofas that combine comfort and function. Whether you're seeking a traditional reclining sectional or a modern minimalist style, we've got a perfect match for you. This stunning sectional in top-grain leather brings the best of both worlds: modern, elegant lines and the ultimate in comfort. Featuring a sleek charcoal gray color, this versatile seating piece will enhance your living space. Soft foam seats and backrests offer the comfort of a relaxing lounge, while the built-in powered mechanism allows you to adjust the position of your seat with the push of the button. This elegant sectional provides modern take on mid-century modern style to your home. The sleek frame and tapered accent legs showcase the elegance of solid kiln-dried eucalyptus wood, while its cushioned upholstery and bolstered armrests provide a refined and comfortable experience. The CertiPUR US foam cushions are padded and heightened to provide the perfect amount of support. The coil spring seat construction offers outstanding durability.

The L-shaped leather sofa with chaise is ideal for film nights or for gatherings during the weekend. The sleek silhouette anchors your space in sleek modern style, and the sofa's framed sides display expert craftsmanship using mortise-and-tenon joinery. Top-grain leather matches the tough fabric with a smooth, soft finish that complements any existing interior. The supple, soft feel of the fabric makes this sofa ideal to relax after a long day and the adjustable headrests promote healthy posture. Leather Configurations One of the benefits of leather sectionals is that they typically provide a variety of configurations to ensure that you have the ideal fit for your living room. This includes options such as left- and rights-side seating, and corner configurations. These configurations let you place the sofa so that it does not face a window or sit directly beneath televisions, for example. They also let you configure the size of the chaise lounge and number of power reclining seats, as well as other aspects of the sectional such as the cushion's width and depth and the type of leg made of metal or wood. A great example of a customizable leather sectional is Article's Chesterfield style. This leather sectional rocks an iconic mid-century modern design that works well with most styles of decor, and you can personalize it with the variety of colors and upholstery options that are available. This sectional's top-grain leather has been lightly colored to give it a natural look. It's durable enough to last for a long time. Similarly, the sleek and versatile Beale five-piece leather sectional is another option that offers multiple options to suit your space. Its modular design allows you to pick from a variety of forms, and it's upholstered with luxurious Italian top-grain leather which has been buffed for a rich finish. The upholstery is layered with high-density and memory foam to offer additional comfort, and it's supported by a sturdy wooden frame and engineered wood. This sectional comes with a chaise that is perfect to read, watching movies or relaxing. It also comes with USB charging ports as well as cupholders as well as adjustable headrests that give you plenty of support. The Beale comes with a storage compartment hidden within the chaise that makes it easy to store blankets and throw pillows until you're ready to use them. Leather Cushions A sectional wouldn't be complete without a comfortable, supportive cushions. Article's selection of leather sectionals include sofas with a high-resiliency foam core chaise and seat cushions and sofas whose seat cushion construction incorporates pocket coils and memory foam. The latter adds an extra cushion to support long periods of sitting. The cushions are covered in tough, top-grain leather that is soft and buttery soft. It's also lightly smoothed to reveal the hide's natural texture. If you prefer to relax with a good book or sprawl out for a movie marathon you'll appreciate the luxurious feel of this huge sectional. The top-grain upholstery and solid hardwood frames provide lasting beauty and kiln-dried construction improves durability and stability. The L-shape is asymmetrical and can accommodate up to five persons and has a recliner. This compact set is an ideal choice if like the idea of a modular sofa but don't want to sacrifice space. You can join the right-arm and left-arm loveseats into an L-shape or keep them apart to make a smaller U-shaped arrangement. The sectional also comes with an armless chair and storage ottoman that can be added to form an even larger seating arrangement. The versatility of this sectional is unrivalled. Its light grey leather is stain-resistant and cleaned, while the padded seat cushions are filled with a mixture of foam and feathers to provide comfort and durability. The backrests are ergonomically designed and can be reclined to various positions to provide maximum comfort. The frame can be stained in any color to fit in with the decor of your home. Metal brackets are used to connect the sections, providing a remarkable level of stability. The furniture comes with a pull out bed for quick naps.

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Craftsmanship Meets Elegance: Luxury Leather Sofa Set Series"

Introduction

Luxury Leather Sofa Sets epitomize the perfect blend of craftsmanship and elegance, offering not just furniture but a statement piece for any living space. Crafted with precision and adorned with the finest materials, these sofas elevate the ambiance of any room they grace.

Understanding Craftsmanship

Craftsmanship is the cornerstone of luxury furniture. It entails meticulous attention to detail, skillful execution, and a passion for creating something extraordinary. Each stitch, fold, and contour is a testament to the artisan's dedication to excellence.

The Elegance of Leather

Leather has long been synonymous with luxury and sophistication. Its supple texture, rich aroma, and timeless appeal make it a coveted material for furniture enthusiasts worldwide. Whether it's the buttery softness of Italian leather or the rugged charm of distressed hides, leather exudes an air of opulence.

Features of Luxury Leather Sofa Sets

Luxury Leather Sofa Set boast an array of features that set them apart from conventional furniture options. From hand-selected hides to intricately carved frames, every aspect is carefully curated to ensure unparalleled quality and style.

Quality Materials

Crafted from the finest hides sourced from reputable tanneries, luxury leather sofas exude quality from every pore. The leather undergoes a rigorous tanning process to enhance its durability and natural beauty, resulting in a product that stands the test of time.

Attention to Detail

No detail is too small when it comes to luxury leather sofas. From hand-tufted upholstery to hand-finished stitching, every element is meticulously crafted to perfection. Each sofa tells a story of artisanal skill and dedication, making it a cherished heirloom for generations to come.

Unique Designs

Luxury leather sofas come in a myriad of designs to suit every taste and preference. Whether you prefer the classic elegance of Chesterfield sofas or the sleek modernity of minimalist designs, there's a luxury leather sofa to complement any decor style.

Benefits of Investing in Luxury Leather Sofa Sets

Investing in a luxury leather sofa set offers a multitude of benefits beyond mere aesthetics. From unparalleled durability to unmatched comfort, these sofas are a wise investment for discerning homeowners.

Durability

One of the most significant advantages of luxury leather sofas is their durability. Unlike fabric upholstery, leather is resistant to stains, fading, and wear, ensuring that your sofa looks as good as new for years to come.

Comfort

Luxury leather sofas offer superior comfort compared to their counterparts. The natural elasticity of leather provides excellent support, while its breathable properties keep you cool and comfortable year-round.

Style

Nothing exudes style quite like a luxury leather sofa set. Whether you prefer the timeless elegance of traditional designs or the contemporary flair of modern styles, there's a luxury leather sofa to suit every taste and aesthetic.

How to Choose the Perfect Luxury Leather Sofa Set

Choosing the perfect luxury leather sofa set requires careful consideration of several factors, including budget, size, and design preferences.

Budget Considerations

Before embarking on your search for the perfect luxury leather sofa set, it's essential to establish a budget. Luxury sofas come in a wide range of price points, so knowing how much you're willing to spend will help narrow down your options.

Size and Space Requirements

Consider the size and layout of your living space when choosing a luxury leather sofa set. Measure the dimensions of the room and determine how much space you have available for seating. Additionally, consider factors such as doorways, hallways, and staircases that may affect the delivery and placement of your sofa.

Design Preferences

When selecting a luxury leather sofa set, consider your design preferences and existing decor style. Do you prefer a classic Chesterfield sofa or a sleek modern sectional? Are you drawn to rich, dark leather or soft, supple hides? Take your time to explore different options and choose a sofa set that reflects your unique sense of style.

Maintenance Tips for Leather Sofa Sets

Proper maintenance is essential to prolonging the life and beauty of your luxury leather sofa set. Follow these tips to keep your sofa looking its best for years to come.

Cleaning and Conditioning

Regular cleaning and conditioning are crucial to maintaining the appearance and longevity of your leather sofa. Use a mild leather cleaner and conditioner to remove dirt, dust, and grime and prevent the leather from drying out and cracking.

Preventive Measures

To protect your luxury leather sofa from spills, stains, and scratches, consider using a leather protector or conditioner. Additionally, avoid placing your sofa in direct sunlight or near heat sources, as prolonged exposure can cause the leather to fade and become brittle.

Sustainability in Luxury Furniture

As sustainability becomes an increasingly important consideration for consumers, many luxury furniture brands are embracing eco-friendly practices and materials.

Eco-Friendly Options

From sustainably sourced leather to recycled materials, there are plenty of eco-friendly options available for environmentally conscious consumers. Look for luxury furniture brands that prioritize sustainability and transparency in their manufacturing processes.

Ethical Sourcing

In addition to environmental concerns, ethical sourcing is also a key consideration for many consumers. Choose luxury furniture brands that ethically source their materials and ensure fair labor practices throughout the supply chain.

The Role of Luxury Leather Sofa Sets in Interior Design

Luxury leather sofa sets play a pivotal role in interior design, serving as the focal point of any room and elevating the overall aesthetic appeal.

Enhancing Aesthetics

The luxurious texture and timeless elegance of leather add a touch of sophistication to any space. Whether it's a formal living room or a cozy den, a luxury leather sofa set instantly elevates the ambiance and creates a sense of warmth and comfort.

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                                               LEATHER SOFA

Elegant Tan and black leather sofa with tufted arms and back finished with gold gloss legs

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Heather | c.h.

pairing: calum hood x reader

genre: angst

warnings: none

summary: - request: I got an idea for a fic: cal dating the reader to make someone jelous ✋😩 I wanna make myself cry. You can end it fluff or angst.

a/n: do people even read these? i hope you enjoy the pain :)

you should read this while listening to: heather by conan gray and/or traitor by olivia rodrigo.

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The warm air completely envelops you as soon as you enter the house, the temperature is much higher than the autumn cold that accompanied you on your way up there. Taking a taxi would have been much easier, you would have saved yourself from the cold you’ll get, but the temperatures are still tolerable and you want to take advantage of these last warm days before the winter cold.

The music is loud as you walk down the main corridor looking around for familiar faces, you remove your coat while admiring the beautiful handmade decorations and while trying to find your way around the majestic house: it’s wonderful but mysterious as a labyrinth; the house is made of wood inside, huge boards decorate the ceiling with geometric shapes and the colored party lights reflects on the clothes of the guests. Everyone is dressed in white, whether it is a long dress or a shirt, the theme is very clear and in contrast with the dark colors of the house.

As soon as you arrive in the hall, in the distance, you see the figure of your boyfriend. His tanned skin brings out the light color of his shirt as he frantically moves his hands in an attempt to make Andy understand something. His hair, curly as ever, falls on his face in front of his eyes but he is too engaged in the conversation to move it. Next to him, a female figure is sitting on the sofa and her heels lie at the foot of the armchair, while her bare feet are crossed.

It doesn't take him long to turn around and notice you, like he feels like you are there. His lips hint at a smile as he turns completely in your direction. His rings reflect the colored lights as he raises his hand to shake it, miming a “hi” with his lips.

You smile back as the music stops playing for a second and the butterflies in your stomach start their own concert at the sight of him standing there and looking at you.

Calum steps towards you, cupping your face in his warm hands as soon as he’s in front of you and pressing his soft lips down onto yours.

The room starts spinning as you feel his tongue against yours, his lips pressing onto yours in a kiss that could make time stop.

You feel his stubble tickle your skin, his thumb stroking your cheek softly.

When you finally pull away to catch your breath, you notice his eyes scanning the room, looking for something, a space where to breathe maybe, and you take his hand in yours, holding it tightly to reassure him. Crowded places have never been his favorite place to be, his anxiety gets higher when there's too many people around him and your presence always seems to make him feel better.

“Let’s go grab a drink, love.” He whispers into your ear, moving a tuft of hair behind it and kissing briefly your neck. A small moan leaves your mouth and Calum smiles at you pleased before going towards the bar.

This house looks like a club from how many people are here and you need to be careful to not bump into anybody while you walk to the kitchen. You’ve never enjoyed this kind of parties, too many people gathered in a small place, too many judging eyes and not enough room to breathe, but having your friends always by your side makes everything more tolerable and fun, knowing that they’ve your back and are ready to dance all night with you.

Luke is standing close to the table, he’s holding an empty red cup as he squeezes you in a quick hug before handing Calum a cup.

“Oh, I missed you.” Crystal approaches with open arms before holding you in a thigh hug. You haven't seen your friends for two days and it seems like an eternity has passed. There is such a close bond between you, such a deep relationship based on love, trust and all your adventures.

It's funny to think that, just a few years ago, you were desperate at the idea that you would have spent your life alone, without friends. You remember the way you used to hide under the sheets, in the dark of your bedroom, and spent your school nights watching youtube videos about friendships, with your heart breaking with each frame and the tears slowly running down your face, while you thought about what you could have done to not deserve such a life.

A feeling so maliconic, a period of your life so dark that, every time a memory of one of those nights resurfaces in your mind, your chest still hurts for a few seconds.

But now, as you make your way back to the living room, surrounded by the laughter of your friends, by their stares to see if anyone is left behind as they make sure they get enough chairs for everyone, your heart is beating normally again, and the pain of many years ago is just an unpleasant memory, a pain you went through to get to the wonderful moment of your life where you are now.

Your father always used to repeat: “One day you will laugh about all this pain.” as he held you tightly in his arms and kissed you in your hair, wiping every tear that fell during those terrible nights. You remember the way you rolled your eyes at him as you thought about how stupid and false those words were, how you were convinced that there was no light for you at the end of the dark tunnel you were passing through.

Still, if there's one good thing old age brings, it's wisdom, and your dad, as funny and playful as he was, was smart and serious enough to tell you the truth. And, as Calum tells you to sit on his lap to make room for the others, you mentally make a note to call your dad to thank him for giving you such a great lesson and, maybe, to ask him to give you some more life lessons while you help him fix whatever machine broke in your parent’s house.

Your friends, Calum, they saved you.

As you sit on your boyfriend's lap and lean against his chest, crossing your legs and placing your head on his shoulder, the world seems to stop and everything seems to be in the right place. In the chaos of the party, you feel in absolute peace, almost like you’re in heaven or, at least, that’s how you imagine it.

His hand moves up and down your bare leg as he laughs at a joke made by Michael. His other hand rests on your side, surrounding your back, and no other place, not even that beach house or that apartment in your favorite city that you dream of so much, will ever make you feel at home like this situation and these people.

The group is sitting in a circle, there are people who have only recently joined it and there are those who have been part of it for a lifetime, but you blindly trust each of them with your whole life. You know that they will always take care of you - like you do of them - and that they will always be close to you. Especially the guy who is holding you tight, as his scent invades your nostrils and his body warms yours during this autumn evening.

You gently kiss his cheek as you listen to Luke telling how rehearsals went over the week. Everyone is focused on listening carefully, but Calum is distracted looking around, not paying attention to the way your brows move in a questioning look. A strange sensation goes through your body, an occurrence that has happened often lately, but you swallow the lump in your throat as you try to push the anxiety out of your mind.

Two hours seem to pass in a flash as your laughter echoes in the room, almost surpassing the volume of the music. Your glasses are almost empty but your smiles are not the result of alcohol, but of embarrassing situations and stories that ended badly. You are still sitting on your boyfriend's lap as your hand holds Crystal's hand, sitting next to you. It’s a habit you have shared for some time, you love to hold each other’s hand for the simple pleasure of always feeling connected, a habit that reassures the both of you of the presence of the other.

Calum's thumb still gently strokes your leg as he’s lost in thoughts, staring up in front of him with his mind elsewhere. He participated in a few stories and his laugh warmed your heart a few times but, like every time there are many people around you, he disassociated himself from some conversations and took a few minutes to calm down, taking deep breaths and closing in on himself, only to be able to laugh again at some stupid joke a few moments later.

You know how much he needs these little moments for him and, as much as your heart tightens to see him so lost, you know you will be ready to be his light in the darkness he crosses.

The smiles of all your friends make you feel at home, that feeling of belonging to something great, unique. The kind of feeling you get when it's raining and cold outside, but you're indoors, with a blanket over your shoulders and your favourite hot tea in your hands. It's stormy outside, but you're safe with them, in their half-closed eyes and full cheeks.

Everyone's smile, except Ashton's. His lips stopped curving up about an hour into the conversation, and the gleeful expression that often distinguishes him has been replaced by a grim, pouting face, with the tips of the eyebrows down and the jaw set, while the wrinkle on his forehead becomes more and more present.He has been looking intently in your direction and, for a moment, every time you meet his gaze, you feel like you are being pierced by a dagger, which goes straight through your heart.

“Is everything alright, Ash?” you dare to ask, moving your body in his direction and whispering to not make anyone worry. Something in him clicks, because his eyes return to look intently into yours before getting up in a click, silencing and scaring everyone.

“Calum, I need to speak to you urgently. Come with me.” He demands aloud, starting to walk towards the stairs and going upstairs, without looking back and trusting to be followed by his best friend.

Everyone looks at Calum with confused faces and questioning expressions, as you stand up to be able to move aside and to let him go. He shrugs, confused like everyone else, before following Ashton upstairs. Crystal squeezes your hand a little bit harder, but you turn to her shaking your head to let her know that you’re not aware of what is happening just like them.

Everything happens so fast that your heart skips a beat as your hands start shaking a little.

“I should probably go see what's going on, just to see if they're okay.” Your voice shakes as you arrange your shoulder bag next to your coat, on the couch, and grab the glass for one sip, hoping that it gives you some courage. Michael nods a ‘yes’ before looking at Luke, a look that seems to hide more than just confusion.

With the bottom of the glass still a little full and with your heart in your throat, you head upstairs, being careful not to trip on the stairs with your heels, holding your free hand on the handrail. The stairs seem endless to you, while in your head you think about everything you did that could have angered Ashton.

Did you greet him when you arrived or did you forget? Did you say something you shouldn't have or were you silent when you should have said something? Your whole life seems to pass you by as you search for a possible cause for his behavior.

You hear commotion in the first room of the corridor, just next to the stairs. The door is almost closed but you can see the figure of your boyfriend from the crack left open on the door. Their behavior is so strange that you wait a moment before opening, taking a deep breath while looking for the right words to say. Just as you are about to open the door, a familiar voice begins to speak.

“What’s wrong?”

“You need to stop, Calum.” Ashton says looking at his friend straight in his eyes. The tone of his voice is harsh as he runs a hand through his hair.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Calum replies, but the way he moves around the room shows that he knows exactly what the conversation is going to be about.

You know full well that eavesdropping is wrong but the feeling in your stomach tells you to stay, your heart beats fast and you feel a concrete block on your stomach. Your hands are shaking wildly now and you place the glass slowly and gently on the ground to avoid making any noise and being caught.

“She doesn't deserve this. You'll break her heart.” Ashton leans on the dresser and crosses his arms in front of him. He has his back to you but you can see the reflection of his face in the mirror in front of the door, on the other side of the room. A short laugh comes out of Calum's mouth as he stops in his footsteps.

You quickly realize that Ashton was not looking badly at you - he was looking behind you, at Calum. Yet, it doesn’t make you feel any better, even worse, if that’s possible. Why is he so mad?

“You don't know what you're talking about, Ash. I really like her.” Your boyfriend turns to the door so he can look at his friend in the eyes as he leans against the wall. His gaze is hard and an indecipherable expression makes its way across his face. You move slightly away from the door, hoping you haven't been seen.

“Who? Your girlfriend or Heather? You're not as smart as you think, you've been looking at her the whole night! We arrived hours early just so you could talk and stay alone with her.” Ashton raises his voice as his face turns red with anger. Calum stands up, surprised by his best friend's words, and looks down at his feet.

Your heart sinks in hearing that name spoken and instinctively you put a hand on your heart. If hearing them talk felt wrong before, you're too part of the conversation now to stop eavesdropping.

Heather.

Your worst nightmare and your biggest dream. An angel who came down to earth, she seems to have been carved by God himself and has a personality that could change the whole world. She’s everything a person wants to be, her body has the right curves, she has the right ideals and a style that makes models envious. She joined the group only a year ago, but she became part of the family in a short time.

She has always been kind to you, she was close to you in the dark times and she always made sure to include you in everything, helping you when you were in trouble. And as grateful as you are to have her by your side, you can't help but be jealous of her.

She has everyone wrapped around her finger, she just needs to snap her fingers and the entire world is at her feet. It wouldn't be a problem if, among all those people, there wasn’t also Calum.

Calum.

Your love story began almost a year ago, a love you had felt for years, but that he only reciprocated nearly eleven months ago. It was unexpected, a date between two friends that ended with the kiss of your dreams. A nightly picnic on the hill overlooking all of Los Angeles, with the lights of the city as a backdrop and the melody of an old album playing in the car behind you as a soundtrack.

His face was illuminated by the light of the moon and his eyes shone with a light of their own, his smiling lips were surrounded by stains of sauce and his hand, the one not occupied by food, was holding yours tightly. Your cell phones were abandoned in the car and everything would have been even more perfect if bugs hadn't started invading your space. And a couple of laughs and ran later, his lips leaned against yours and the butterflies in your stomach started flying around, sending your head on tilt and your body shaking.

Sierra told you, a few days prior the night of your dreams, that he had a crush on Heather, but from the way he held you that night, you knew it wasn't true; there was no way his heart belonged to someone else, not when his eyes looked at you full of love and his arms hugged you so tightly, like they were built to hold you, just you.

You changed completely after you started dating, his habits became your habits and his world became your world.

You were no longer you, you were a new, happier, version of yourself.

Still, Heather was still in his head. Her opinion was important to him, as was her presence at every party. She was always around, dates or concerts, there was no way to have a sigh of relief. But Calum had reassured you multiple times, with his gestures and words, that he loved only you, that his heart was yours and that there was no reason to worry. She was always there, as was your boyfriend's love for you.

So what is Ashton talking about?

“Shut up.” That's all Calum says.

Why doesn't he tell Ashton he's wrong? Why did her name cause that reaction on his face?

“Do you think we can't see it? Cal, your heart beats only for Heather. Whatever you do, you always look around to make sure she is watching you. The way you kiss your girlfriend but worry that Heather is looking at you, the words you use, your body language always aimed at her. We are not blind or stupid, everyone has noticed it,” Ashton takes a deep sigh and gets up from the dresser, walking towards his best friend.

Your head starts spinning as Ashton's words make their way inside of you. The corridor walls get narrower and the darkness seems to suck you in, but you hold on to that little hope that Calum will defend you, that he'll say it's a lie and that you weren't that blind.

“Everyone except the girl who is sitting on the sofa downstairs and is impatiently waiting for the boyfriend she is madly in love with to come back to her.” He finishes the sentence and Calum turns back to him. The last words must have hit him deeply, as his eyebrows droop in a somber expression and his eyes lose their brilliance.

“I told Heather that I had feelings for her, that the way I looked at her was more than just a look between friends. But she knew that someone else had feelings for me and didn't want to interfere, she told me she had broken enough hearts and that someone else would have loved me in a better way,” Calum begins to tell as he frantically moves his hands to calm his anxiety. He paces back and forth around the room and doesn't dare to lift his eyes off the floor.

Ashton leans back against the dresser again as his ears listen carefully to every single word and his heart aches for the girl downstairs, unaware that you are only a few feet away and that your heart is getting stabbed with every word.

“And when I found out who had feelings for me, I thought that if I was with her, I would have made Heather jealous to the point that she would have changed her mind and would have loved me. And before I knew it, the situation got out of hand. I just wanted to be with Heather, but I needed to make her jealous and to let her know that she was losing me.”

The world seems to collapse on you as his words completely destroy your heart and every piece of it. He used you, he used your heart full of love as a game, as a tool to make the girl of his dreams jealous. Every kiss, every caress, every sweet word, was just a way to reach an end that was not yours. All your sacrifices, all the pieces of you that you gave him, all your love, it was all in vain.

He didn't care how you felt, how your sky got bluer and your days shone brighter since he came into your life. He only cared if Heather's days were darkening and if her heart was aching for him. You looked at him with eyes full of love and joy, but his eyes looked at her, in all her perfection.

In your head there seems to be a jackhammer as every single moment of your relationship passes before your eyes, in this new light you notice how naive you have been, how everyone had noticed this staged show and how stupid you were for not noticing anything. His gaze was always turned towards her, for better or for worse, when his heart was beating hard or not beating at all.

And as the walls tighten around you and your body loses all its energy, your lungs can’t breathe and you know there is nothing good left for you anymore.

You try to move but moving your legs seems impossible, the floor is sucking you in and in a burst you move backwards, hitting the glass next to you and making it fall to the ground, causing a small noise that echoes in the silence of your pain.

Less than a second later, the door to the room in front of you swings open and Ashton looks at you in surprise, before awareness makes its way into him and his eyes fill with pity towards you. The only thing you can look at, though, is Calum, the way his mouth opens wide and the way his heart seems to stop for a moment. He tries to say something, but his lips don't make a sound before, with eyes full of tears, you run away from there.

You almost stumble on the stairs, but you need to get out as soon as possible. Luke tries to talk to you, before the words get stuck in his throat as he sees who is running behind you. You grab the bag and the coat you threw on the sofa and storm outside. It doesn't take long for Luke to understand, a look in your eyes and he knows the truth is out and the pain they were trying to protect you from has reached you.

Everyone gets up and follows you outside, they don't know what to do but standing still isn't the solution, not when their friend's heart is so badly broken.

Even strangers follow you outside, so much hustle and bustle seems much more interesting than any song playing at that moment.

The night appears to be darker than usual as gray clouds cover the few stars in the sky. The cold hits your body violently, freezing the tears that are running down your face. Your head, your legs, your chest, everything seems to ache as you toss your things to the ground and put your hands on your face, before running them with a furious motion through your hair, hoping to relieve the seething anger in your veins.

How could you be so stupid?

How could you not see the way his gaze was lost in Heather's eyes?

How did you not notice anything?

But above all, with what courage did he lie to you?

How courageously did he sleep with you while he thought of her?

With what courage did he say he loved you while his heart belonged to her?

As you search for even a shred of meaning in everything that has happened, his voice makes its way into your ears and, for the first time, instead of feeling the warmth of home, you only hear the loud crack of breaking walls.

“I’m so sorry.”

You don't know what to do as you turn to him. You want to scream, cry, break everything. Your arms annoy you as you move them desperately, trying to relieve the pain, as your nails get into the palms of your hands. You grit your teeth as you try to find the strength to speak.

“You’re sorry? Sorry is not going to fix everything. You broke my heart, Calum. You played with my feelings. Are you happy now?” You scream as tears keep running down your face, your hands move up and down your arms, trying to give yourself some kind of comfort.

Calum's face expresses the pain he's feeling, but it's nothing compared to what he's done. He can see what he has caused from your eyes, now dull and disappointed, and he would like to be able to go back and avoid involving you in his little show to win the person he thought he loved.

He takes a step forward to try to calm you down, to tell you that he is sorry and that he will do anything to help you get over the pain he has caused you, but the way you walk back before his foot even touches the ground makes him realize that no word, no hug and no touch from him will help you, not anymore.

“Please, let me explain.” He whispers in a broken voice, reaching out and trying to have any kind of contact.

“Let you explain? I think you made it clear enough in there. You clearly said you used me to get to someone else. I don't think you can be any clearer than that.” Your voice has calmed down but is still very loud. A nervous smile forms on your face as you shake your head in disbelief, hoping it's all a bad joke.

You look behind him and you notice everyone's eyes on you, their looks are sad to see you so fragile and suffering and you don't know which humiliation is worse, if it was being used by the boy you loved or the looks full of pity from everyone those who knew, but who preferred to keep quiet and let you hurt yourself.

Heather is there, in front of you, a few meters away, her eyes don’t stop looking at you even for a second and a mix of emotions makes its way into your body as you see her there. You want to hate her, you want to run to her and scream at her for being so damn perfect, beautiful and loved by Calum.

But it's not her fault, you know you can't get mad at her if you're not what he wants. What is her fault? To exist? You can't condemn her for just being human.

She has always been kind to you, her intentions were never bad and, even though she might have feelings for him, she never put herself in the middle of the relationship.

You can’t blame her, Calum made a mistake, not her. And the thought of that hurts you even more.

Someone in the crowd yells “It's his loss!” but you know that he didn’t lose anything, maybe he even gained something, the possibility of being with her without having you around. But to you, it feels like you’ve lost your whole world. You lost all the kiss you shared, all the hands you’ve ever held and all the pieces of you you’ve given him.

“Have you ever loved me at some point? Or was it all completely fake?” You dare to ask, trying to find something positive, an excuse for loving him, certainty of not having wasted all of yourself all this time.

“I’m so sorry.” He answers, he’s too cowardly to say ‘no’, as tears fall down his face and a brief laughter comes out of your mouth in the irony of seeing him sad, after all he has done.

You can't do anything else but pick up the pieces of your broken heart and get as far away as possible from him, from everything that reminds you of the love you thought you shared.

“I don’t want your apology or your sympathy,” You say, pulling your hair behind your ears and running a hand under your eyes, removing the poured mascara and trying to get back to a decent look, to when your heart was intact, to when you were happy and to when a coward had not yet humiliated you.

You reach down to pick up the bag you threw and bite your lip to try to avoid crying again.

You will let it go once you get home, you’ll throw yourself under the covers and let go of all the pain, just like you used to do when you were younger and maybe, even after all this time, your father will come home to hold you again.

And in a few weeks, the world will turn again for you too and the pain will become less and less, until it disappears.

For now, however, you will have to pretend that you have the strength to go on, you will have to pretend that all this has touched you only partially, that his absence will not hurt so much.

Calum doesn't move as you walk towards the garden gate, everyone's gaze is locked on him, but you know he won't do anything to stop you. He doesn't deserve a second chance, he doesn't deserve to stop and apologize one last time.

Part of you hopes that he will have the opportunity to taste his own medicine, but deep down, as much as it hurts to admit it, you still love him and you wouldn’t want to see him suffer, you would never want something similar to happen to him, because his heart, the one you hate so much, does not deserve it.

What makes you even more angry is that you still love him. You hate the way you still feel butterflies walking past him and you hate even more the fact that a part of you hopes that tomorrow morning he will come home to apologize, bringing you your favorite breakfast and trying to remedy the pain he caused. But it won't happen, and all you can do is just go back to the old you, a part of you that no longer exists.

“I just want myself back.” That’s all you whisper and you know he has heard it. You turn around to look at him one last time and you see him looking back at you. The same pair of eyes where you used to find hope, now make you feel lost.

As the gate closes behind you, you start to feel like a broken record; the love you shared seems like your favorite song, the one you’ve listened to for so long that you can’t put on repeat anymore because, even though it gave you so much, you can’t help but feel nostalgic over a taste you don’t have anymore, a person you’re not anymore and, for as much as you want to listen to it again, you can do nothing but hate it as soon as the first notes start playing, crying at the sound that once made you feel so loved.

You loved Calum with your whole heart, you have fallen asleep to the sound of his voice many nights, you have put your hand through is hair so many times and you’ve learned all his favorite things, but you can’t help but feeling nauseous as you think about him, at the deep of his eyes - the one you used to get lost in, and at the smile that brightened his face - and your days.

Rain starts to fall down all around you, wetting your clothes and making a mess on your face, and you let every single drop running drown your face and body, hoping to remove all the traces of his love - or whatever it actually was - from you.

In seven years, all the cells of your body will be new and every piece of him that he gave you will be definitely gone, and your breaks a little more at the thought of it.

“And the tears come streaming down your face when you lose something you can’t replace. When you love someone but it goes to waste, could it be worse?”

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[lifes-better-on-saturn]

Make up or Break up

Summary: Ransom can't seem to settle down for you and your over the back and forth so you try to leave but he wont let you get away so easy. Is this the end or the beginning? Warning: Angst, Swearing, Aurguing, Smut Ransom being a bit of a Hoe teehee. Again not very well edited. Hope you enjoy xx ------------------------ "Hugh Ransom Fucking Drysdale, are you insane?!" You shouted as he took a swig of his beer. Rolling his eyes he pulled off his coat and scarf throwing it over a chair. "I leave for two fucking days and you your mates throw a party for a bunch of cheaps whores. No doubt you fucked one of them! Jesus christ! Is this what I get for putting up with your shit?" Your hands ran through you hair, pulling as you paced back and forth. "Do you ever think?" You questioned and he moved to the living room. You followed him only to watch him plop himself down unceremonisously on the sofa turning on the T.V, trying to drown your voice out. "Can you stop nagging for once? Just fucking chill" He asked sarcastically giving you that look. "You know what. Fuck. You. Just. Fuck you." You breathed out before storming up the stairs towards you shared bedroom. He rolled his eyes until he heard the loud sob and the sound of things being thrown to the ground. His eyes widened as he jumped off the couch running up the stairs to catch you hastily and aggresively throwing your clothes into the suit case you had soon to unpack. Coat hangers and shoes laid all over the ground. "Wha-What are you doing." He started to pick up random items thrown carelessly on the ground. He threw them towards the closet. You sniffed and wiped your nose with the back of your nose and sobs racked your body. "I cant do this anymore Ransom. Your a self-absorbed son of a bitch who doesnt deserve all the shit I've done for you! I can't be with you anymore." You sobbed as you turned back to your clothes in the closet, you pulled them off the hangers, refusing to look at the man standing frozen in the door way. "No, no, no, no, no. You can't leave! What the fuck?!" Finally snapping out of his daze he rushed over to where you were and started pulling your clothes from the case throwing them on the bed beside him. "Stop." You spoke darkly picking up the newly discarded clothes and shiving them rouchly back in. You falt as if you were going in a circle. When you put something back in he pulled it out again. "Ransom, your being childish." Your voice shook as you paused with your hands inside the case so he wouldnt pull and more out. "I'm being childish? Whos the one threating to run off?" He asked incrediously. Scoffing, you continued to shove your shoes in. Zipping it up you moved over your vanity packing you make up into a bag. "Fuck, baby. I'm sorry. I didnt mean that. But jesus fuck you can't leave me! You mine!" He slammed his fist on the wood next to you. Stopping for a moment you let out a shaky breathe before continuing. "I'm no ones fucking property Ransom. And im certainly not yours. I cant keep living with you knowing you'll never truly be satisfied with me, or anything in your life. God your so selfish. I can;t live knowing everytime i leave your probably out with some skinny, model looking bitch!" You screamed, all the frustration that hasd built up in the last 15 minutes pouring out of you. "Why can't you trust me!?" He yelled back. You scoffed and smiled bitterly. "Give me one good fucking reason to! Every time i leave you alone, i see pictures of you with your arm around some bitches shoulders. Videos of you stumbling from strip clubs. Jesus christ Ransom, GIVE ME ONE GOOD FUCKING REASON TO TRUST YOU!" You sobbed as you picked up a picture fram of you and him at your cousins wedding a while back. Without thinking you piffed it at him, luckily in your tear stained vision your aim was thrown off and it flew straight over his head. "Look if you would just list-" He tried to reason. "NO. I'm sick of your lies and excuses. I'm done listening to your bullshit Ransom. Get it. Done!" You cried before moving back to the suitcase shoving your make up bag into it and pulling it off the bed. "hey. No, your not leaving me. are you listening to me?" Soon enough he ripped the handle from your grasp, grabbing ahold of your wrist and pushed you up against the wall. His now red eyes stared back at you, into your bloodshot and mascara smudged one. You tried yo look away but one strong hand attatched itself to your jaw and made you look him in the eyes. "You can't leave me! Okay?!" His voice softened as his eyes searched yours. "Please. I need you." You rolled your eyes and jerked your face away from his hand. "No you don't. You can have any whore you want, you. Dont. Need. Me. Just like i don't need you." Your words came out harsh and aggresive. You watched as he flinched slightly at your words, but quickly snapped himself out of it as he ducked his head towards you neck, placing light, open mouthed kisses along it. "Let me show you how much i need you, please." You rolled your eyes but let yourself give in. A little make up/ break up sex wouldn't hurt. As much as you didn't want to you let yourself induldge in what could possibly be your last night of pleasure with Ransom. Your lips parted as he started to suck marks into you collarbone. Yanking yourself from his grip you pushed him back towards the bed. "You better make it up to me good, or i so help me god." You growled as you crawled onto the bed to straddle him. His hands quickly flew to your waist and pulled you down towards him to press his lips roughly agaisnt yours. His hands roamed your body affectionately. "You know i will baby. I'll fuck you so good you'll never wanna leave."  he growled as he flipped your bodies over, his brooding frame now towering over your significantly smaller one. His lips attatched themselves the supple flesh of your neck, he sucked  and licked trying to create marks. You let out a breathy moan and the feeling. Your hands slithered there way up his clothed back into his hair, your finger wrapping around the gelled back tufts. His hands made their way under your shirt lifting it over your head before placing soft kisses on your now exposed skin. As his lips decended towards your covered breasts his hands pulled the cups down so the fleshy globes spilled out. His lips immediately connected to them as he licked and sucked your hard nipples. His hands trailed behind you hastily undoing your bra clip and pulling roughly from your body only to continue to suckle on your nipples like a starving child. You hands soon found their way up his sweater and onto his tan skin. Your nails trailed their way up the expanse of his sloly pulled his shirt up as a signal for him to take it off. He quickly ripped it off so you could go back to raking your manicured nails down the toned skin of his back. His kisses their way down your body until he reached your jeans. Fumbling with them his yanked them down your legs your underwear going with them. An almost animalistic growl escaped his mouth as he gazed at your wet center. "God baby, so wet for me." He swiped a finger through the wetness bringing it to his lips sucking the wetness off. He then clamped his lips around your clit roughly sucking all while keeping his eyes on yours. You threw your head back in pleasure, moans and groans spilled past your lips until a large hand reached up and gripped your chin forcing you to look down at him.   "Keep your eyes on me baby." HE whispered before immediately going back to work. His tongue lashed and licked expertly through your slit, the hand that was cupping your jaw came down to rub rough circles on your clit. The stubborn side of you so badly wanted to conceal your moans to not give him that satisfaction but he was just so damn good. "Gonna cum for me babe? Huh? Cmon, cum all in my mouth for me." His husky voice fanned across your lower lips, cauing you to shiver. Chuckling, he thrust his long tongue into your entrance, causing you to grip his hair roughly.  You hips lifted off the bed and you ground them hastily into his face. "Your such an asshole." You breathed out as your first orgasm of what you knew would be many tonight. He continued to lick you through the after shocks, his lips wrapped around the little nub lightly as you chest heaved up and down. You flopped down letting out a loud breath. Before you knew it Ransom's broad figure loomed over your own, his lips swallowed up your gasps and heavy breaths. "Not even gonna make you suck me off, baby." He smiled as he nosed up your jaw a smile . You hadnt realised that he had taken his pants off until you felt his hard length press into your thigh. His lips ghosted up you neck as his fingers rubbed along your slit and caressed you lightly. "Oh, how thoughtful of you." You rolled your eyes as he growled. "Flip that sexy ass over baby." You smirked as you did what he said and got on your knees, your chest pressed into the soft covers, your ass in the air. He hummed running his hands over the soft, plump flesh of what he liked to call 'his' ass. "You want my cock, baby?" His voice, if possible, dropped an octave. A hum was your only response as your hips swayed back and forth hopefully enticing him to finally fuck you. He teasingly rubbed his tip through your slit and against your clit before finally pushing all the way in. You both let out a loud groans as he bottomed out in your pussy. He smiled malicously, before pulling almost all the way out.  He quickly rammed himself back in before continuously thrusing in and out at an anamalistic pace. Letting out a loud 'Oh fuck!' you burried your face into the duvet as he rocked your bodies back forth roughtly. "You like the way I fuck you baby? Huh? Ain't anybody ever gonna fuck you as good as me." He growled as his thrust got harder and somehow faster. You moaned and his hands gripped your waist in a vice like grip, one hand coming down on the soft pillows of your ass. "God babygirl. You won't leave me. Won't leave me coz this dick way too good isn't it baby. Just like your pussy so tight, i'll never need another. You know that baby, don't you." Your pussy contricted around his dick, making him moan loudly. Pulling out, he flipped you over, shoving himself savagely into you once more before throwing your legs over his shoulders. Up on his knees he peered down at your fucked out state, pressing light kisses to you calf soothing you before he quickly resumed fucking you with reckless abandon. Moans and groans bounced off the walls. The sound of your skin slapping echoed through the room, making it all the more erotic.   "Jesus, fuck Ransom!" You screamed as your second orgasm took over your body. You cried out as you body shook from the coil inside you snapping. You flopped back as his thrusts got faster and sloppier as he chased his own high hips snapping into yours. "Gonna cum in this pussy baby."  He snarled he pounded harder into you. You could feel the pain beginning to set in. He moved his hand back down towards your core and rubbed hasty circles onto your clit. Your third orgasm hit you like a truck, triggering his own as he spilled his load into you, cock twitching inside of you. He let out a loud grunt pressing his hips into yours. "Damn, babe." You rolled yourself off the bed making your way to the bathroom once he had let your legs go and flopped down next you. He had a habit of closing his eyes to bask in the aftermath of the mind-blowing sexy you often had. So with out him noticing you picked up your clothes and closed the door. Quickly cleaning yourself up and changing you walked back into the room, grabbing the suitcase, and your phone before making you way towards the door.   Obviously realising you were gone he sat up only to catch you dressed and gathering your things. "Wha- What are you doing?" He stumbled over his words and his feet trying to find his pants as he watched you open the door, suitcase in hand. "I need some time away. You need to get your shit together and figure out in you actually want this, or if you just wanna be a rich, trustfund, playboy for the rest of your life. Let me know when you figure your it out." Your voice cracked slightly as you walked out the door. You heard him rush up and stumble over himself. His voice faded into the distance as you sped up your pace to get to the door before he caught up. Snatching up your keys your yanked open the door and rushing out, the tears threatning to spill. You all but ran down to your car throwing the case in the boot and jumping in, starting up the car and driving down the road. As you drove away you watched Ransom in the rearview mirror. He gripped his hair as he watched you drive away clad only in boxers and unbuckled kahkis. You were surpised he didn't jump in his fancy sports car and chase after you. Tears started to cloud your vision casing you to have to pull over. Your hands gripped the steering wheel, you knuckles turning white as you sobbed to yourself, all while back at the house, there was already a hole in the wall and a bottle of scotch sitting on the table. You sped the rest of the way to your mums house who spent the night consoling you and wiping your tears, before you fell asleep in her bed. One thought plauged your thoughs the entire night, awake and sleeping. Was this really the end? THE END 2nd part linked here  ❤️❤️❤️