#woman picking flowers

[peaceinthestorm]

Aimé Stevens (1879-1951, Belgian) ~ The Poppies, 1908

[Source: MutualArt]

[keithle]

that meme about red dead redemption 2 where it's like "how women dress arthur vs how men dress arthur" is a good example of the female and male gaze i think

[ghostqiu]

[wis-art]

If you're a trans guy and you feel like you're not manly enough and are ashamed of the what is considered "girly" traits, toxic masculinity isn't exclusive to cis guys, and it can and will have devastating effects on your mental health, you're perfect the way you are and you don't need to prove your masculinity to anyone, and that includes yourself, because you're not just a floating consciousness in the earthly soup you're also someone and anyone.

[shy-girl04]

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Seize that loveliness.

It has always been yours.

Yrsa Daley-Ward

[sambaldyke]

everyone always talks about the romance between loid and yoru but no one ever pays proper respect to the true power couple, balsa and tanda

[softquietsteadylove]

For the Doctor AU:

The… “aftermath” of their date, if you know what I mean… 🔥

They're making out like teenagers, stumbling in her door.

Obviously the date went well.

Gil kicks the door closed, still kissing her like he's being shipped off in the morning never to return. In reality, they both have 24 hours before they're on call again, if all goes smoothly.

"Gil," Thena whimpers, her arms around his neck he presses her back against the door. He's way too good at this. "Gil!"

"Hm?" he stops, tearing himself away from her in a grand effort. Her lip colour is all over him.

She laughs, reaching up to wipe it off his lips (not that it isn't a great colour on him). She shakes her head, "just...slow down. I'm not going anywhere."

"S-Sorry," he turns pink, contrasting the lip stain on him nicely. He helps her swipe it away and then swipes at the corners of her lips, too. "Got, uh, excited, I guess."

There is something always so sweet and endearing about him. Thena grins; if she had been nervous at all about finally going on an actual date, that was put to rest. "It's been a long couple of weeks."

Since their last...tryst.

He just nods, looking at her in a way that makes her need to look away from him. She looks over at the flowers he brought her when he picked her up. She stuck them in her fruit bowl with cold water because it turns out that she doesn't own a flower vase.

"Should I say goodnight?"

She looks up at him again. Of course he would ask that--give her the option. They were making out like he was going to fuck her against the door just a second ago. She shakes her head.

He leans down and kisses her again, gently and slowly this time. Not that she needs a special 'first time' treatment, or anything. It's far from their first time for...anything.

First real date, maybe. And it went smoothly, because it's still them. Although there's this fluttering sensation that's been happening more and more and more. And it started well before the sex did.

Thena throws her arms around his neck again, kissing him more fervently. He accepts and she pushes her tongue between his lips.

Gil moans as he tastes her, and the rumble of his chest against hers makes her brain see new colours. He holds her so gently, like she's this very precious thing.

She pushes closer, tugging at the lapels of his jacket in no particular direction. But it's in her way, regardless.

"Yeah?" he asks briefly, between their breathy, open kisses.

"Yeah," she confirms, nudging them in the direction of her bedroom. It's been a long couple of weeks indeed.

"C'mere," Gil mutters as he hoists her up, holding her by the waist and supporting her legs as they wind around him. He enters her room backwards, kicking the door closed again.

Thena pulls him with her. She pushes his jacket off his shoulders while also trying to keep kissing him. It's not exactly ergonomic.

"Hey," he chuckles, leaning up so he can remove it more easily. He looks down at her, and her impatient pouting. "I'm not going anywhere."

"What if I do want you going," her eyes run over him for a second, "somewhere."

He raises an eyebrow at her, looking awfully cool about it. He starts unbuttoning his shirt (maybe he's too patient). "Where do you want me?"

Her toes curl, and she clamps her lips closed before she can say something completely vulgar. He smirks at her visible restraint and tosses his shirt off before gripping his belt. "I'll surprise you."

Thena shudders as he kneels against the foot of her bed, trailing his hand from the strap of her heel up her calf to her thigh. She bites her lip as he hooks his finger into the top of her thigh-high stocking. He drags it down, making sure she can feel his finger against her skin the whole duration. His other hand is pulling her heel off.

"Did I tell you?" he asks all of a sudden, as if he's reminding her about a work schedule or a supply notice. He grins, though, tossing the stocking aside and letting his hand drift up her leg again. "You look stunning."

Yes, he did tell her that. And it made her bright red the first time and this time is no different. She looks away, "you might have mentioned it."

"Good," he chuckles, dragging the other stocking down with much less protraction. "Not that I could ever say it enough."

Thena lifts her hips as he starts dragging her dress up her body. She should have guessed Gil would be really into this part of things. She's never been much of a fan of it with her exes, but-

"Hey."

She opens her eyes, looking down at him poised between her legs. She resists the urge to tug her dress down.

"Try to relax," he says in that gentle, work-husband voice she's used to. His finger hooks into the side of her panties, "you're in good hands, Doc."

She almost chastises him for the cliche joke, but she doesn't get the chance as he runs his tongue over her. She slaps her hand over her mouth as some kind of completely new sound tears out of her.

Gil is capable of unwavering focus. He runs his tongue along her lips and through ever fold and crease he can find. Once that's done, he focuses on the little pearl of nerves presented to him. Actually, he knows her better than that, so he knows to focus his attention right above it, otherwise it's too much for her.

Thena groans into her palm and up at the ceiling. He's massaging the hood of her clit as he pushes two fingers into her, and she's already far beyond being able to speak coherently. "Fuck!"

"Let it out, baby," he says roughly against the inside of her thigh. He leaves a kiss there, but she knows he's grinning like a maniac.

She whines a bit as that feeling builds from below her belly to a burn in her chest. She doesn't like getting eaten out...didn't--she didn't like getting eaten out before. She should have known Gil was different in this way, too.

She brings her legs together and rolls onto her side, gripping the closest pillow she can as she comes. Her hips tremble and she bites into her lip as a string of appreciative noises escapes her.

Gil kisses up her back to her bare shoulder, pulling his fingers out gently. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, "you good?"

She presses her face into the sheets as she lets out a moan. She is so very, very good.

Gil licks his fingers clean - unnecessarily and embarrassingly loudly - before moving his hands to hers. He gently works to unclench her fists from around her already messy sheets. "Honey?"

Thena pushes her hips back against his, earning a groan from him for her efforts. She points to the far nightstand, "top drawer."

Gil heeds her, giving up on forcing her to look at him in all her glowing glory. He opens the drawer and gives the box of condoms a shake, "full box?"

She still doesn't look at him, "like I'd be using them by myself?"

She hears him shimmy back over to her on the bed. He leans down and kisses the back of her head. She whines again, "are you going to fuck me, or not?"

He accepts her raised hips, letting her push back into him as he rolls the condom on. He reaches up and pulls her dress zipper down, exposing the pale of her back and the strap of her bra. "Matching set?"

"I told you to let me get ready," she mutters in reply. In reality, half of that time was actually finding a set that was cute but not too desperate seeming.

Gil leans over her back to whisper closer to her ear, "are you?...ready?"

She nods as he helps her toss the dress aside, both of them naked and already finely sheened with sweat.

"Actually..."

"What now?" she glares back at him. He's going to be patient about this?!

He pulls her hair over her shoulder, kissing the base of her neck, "I wanna see that pretty face, Thena."

Again with those sweet words. She huffs, "you don't have to say things like that."

"Like what?" He can be a real tease sometimes. He chuckles he helps her roll over and slips a pillow behind her lower back. "That I wanna see how beautiful you are when I make love to you?"

Exactly like that. Thena rolls her eyes at him, so it won't seem like she's feeling shy after such corny compliments. Her chest is flushed rouge anyway. "Yes."

"Okay, I won't say it," he chuckles and leans down to kiss her again.

Her mouth drops open as he pushes into her. She almost forgot what it felt like to have him in her like this. But she could never forget that.

"You can feel it."

She digs her nails into his back, mostly so he stops talking and she can focus on how fucking good she feels. He moves gently at first, and she hooks one of her legs up around his back. "Fuck, Gil."

"Thena," he growls back, his hands moving endlessly between holding her hips and running through her hair and palming her breast.

She pulls them up to her breasts, which bounce and ripple with every slap of their hips coming together. He gets a handful of them, but his touch is both firm but gentle. She can feel the callouses on his hands as they move against her nipples.

"Thena, honey," he grunts as he picks up speed. He's always more vocal when they're fucking - making love, apparently - and she doesn't mind it at all.

Not that she wants to tell him that she likes it when he calls her stupid pet names and tells her she looks pretty and kisses her cheek in the morning. All the things she swore she didn't need in her life--too busy for them.

Now she craves Gil like the air she breathes.

"Gil," she whimpers, clawing at him, needing him closer as if he's not buried within her completely. They're as connected as can be and she still wants more--that's how down bad she is. "Baby, please!"

He grips her hips and pulls her up and smashes their hips together. He leans over her, coarse hair grinding against her clit with every movement. She can see the flush in his skin and how tight his throat is. He cradles her cheek in his palm, "right here, baby, all for you."

Fuck, does he ever make a mess of her.

"Gil!"

Thena comes first, crashing down and around him like a wave engulfs the shoreline. Her whole body tenses around him, from her insides to her legs wrapped around his hips to her nails on his back. She clings to him.

Gil lets her. He smashes their lips together and his hips buck a few times as he follows her into bliss. He stays close, whether because she keeps clawing him closer or because he also wants to be no more than a breath apart from her.

Thena tries to hold onto him but everything goes soft. Her arms lose their muscle and she flops to the bed, panting for breath and her hair spread around her.

Gil leans down to kiss her before lying beside her with a groan. He pulls her into his chest. "Baby?--you doin' okay?"

Thena lets go of her pride completely, purring as he cuddles her in his arms. She snuggles as close as she possibly can, which is already embarrassing enough. "Hm, I'm...I...I'm...yeah."

Gil chuckles, but he doesn't ask her what she was trying to say. She has no idea either, anyway. Probably just about to sing his praises in a way he would tease her about later. He rubs her back and runs his finger up and down her arm. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," she sighs, more sated than she can ever remember being. She really thought it would be the same as when they fuck in an on-call room, but she couldn't have been more wrong, she realises.

Gil kisses her forehead and starts moving around, but she's way too out of it to think about what he's doing. He could literally run a bath and sponge her off and she doesn't think she'd be aware of it.

"I'll be right back, sweetie," he kisses her cheek as he stands from the bed. He doesn't need direction; he knows where everything is.

"Hurry back," she mumbles, still a pile of goo in her own bed. She'll pull herself together when he gets back, she thinks. She just has to...recover.

They'll have to go on dates more often.

[vegaseatsass]

I'm so exhausted I don't really know where or how to begin my one-day weekend, have spent the day just kind of collapsed into executive dysfunctional confusion when what I WANT to do is post on tumblr about gay tv

[buthappysoverrated]

I want to swoop dennis up and accidently break a few of his bones

[peaceinthestorm]

John Frederick Lewis (1804-1876, British) ~ Lilium Auratum, 1871

[Source: artvee.com]

[whydoifeelthisquiet]

I’m going to say it

[tellie-vision-art]

I’m gonna be honest I lowkey want to draw Axel or maybe her with Priya but I don’t normally draw fanart and I am scared 😭

And also I would hate if people followed me explicitly for that BC I don’t normally draw fanart and I know it would be disappointing to see my OCs all the time. Like would any attention I receive from it be worth it if no one’s interested in my actual art rather than just the characters in it. Like there’s no demand for my art would anyone who follows me even care if I drew fanart 😭 it’s a double-edged sword

And like interacting with fandoms always ends poorly for me (Scream Queens bc harassment, Squid Game bc lots of gross people) what if I draw it and post it and the TD fandom gets ruined for me too somehow, I would die 😩 I fear interaction outside my target audience (followers and my friends) I suppose

[softgirlathome]

[cithaerons]

at what point in art history did whoever is in charge of naming art go and decide to name a bunch of paintings that are clearly of dante and matelda “dante and beatrice”

[lowkeyremi]

Arranged Marriage hcs with Toji (fem reader)

AU where Toji has cursed energy and was picked by the zenin clan. (he still hates them lol) also he doesn't meet mamagumi so megu is your biological son in this au :3

note: just some quick hcs cuz i couldn't get this thought out of my head. I've seen a bunch of arranged marriage satoru related things but I thought I'd switch it up. mentions of pregnancy

Arrangedhusband!Toji hates his family and refuses to get married just to fuck them over. (they want an heir)

Arrangedhusband!Toji who goes on a complete rampage when the news about his soon to be marriage finally reaches him through hushed whispers of some maids.

Arrangedhusband!Toji who immediately goes to see Naobito, former head of the Zenin Clan to ask what the fuck is going on.

Arrangedhusband!Toji who is enraged when he hears "you were given the opportunity to settle down yourself, but you didn't so we took matters into our own hands."

Arrangedhusband!Toji who requests to not have a wedding, he'll just sign the damn papers and get it over with.

Arrangedhusband!Toji doesn't visit you for at least a week upon your arrival. He's still pissed.

Arrangedhusband!Toji who finally decides to go visit you, he knocks on your door. You were given your own room to adjust to everything even though Naobito wanted you to be with Toji.

Arrangedhusband!Toji who's shocked when Mai opens the door and he sees you getting your hair done by Maki. The twins decorated your hair with a bunch of different flowers. (they're like maybe 10 in this)

Arrangedhusband!Toji who just stares at you. He doesn't say a word because he doesn't really know what to say. He didn't even know what you looked like until right now.

Arrangedhusband!Toji snaps out of his trance when you break the silence. "Good morning, Toji. It's nice to finally meet you." He catches on to your attitude at the end of your sentence and he doesn't even realize his lip quirking upward. Here he was thinking you'd be some damsel in distress, but it turns out you're pretty confident.

Arrangedhusband!Toji responds with "Uh, hey.." Is that the best he could come up with? You've left him at a loss for words.

Arrangedhusband!Toji who tries to get his shit together and deepens his voice to try and intimidate you a little. "Mornin', [name]. I'll send some maids over this way later. You are to accompany me for dinner tonight."

Arrangedhusband!Toji who hides a growing smile when you say, "Taking me on a first date after getting married? I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be the other way around."

Arrangedhusband!Toji sits at the table waiting for your arrival. After seeing you he wanted to spend some alone time getting to know you, but his mother insisted on throwing a proper welcome dinner with the whole family.

Arrangedhusband!Toji requested that you sit right next to him. When you arrive someone ushers you to your seat. He whispers quietly enough for only you to hear, "being late to a family dinner isn't a good look for ya, pretty."

"well, excuse me for getting lost like three times." you say with a roll of your eyes. Naobito clears his throat, and Toji sighs.

Arrangedhusband!Toji who mumbles "thank you for the food." so everyone could start eating. He gets a little defensive when Naobito bombards you with questions, "I hope you are settling in well, but I'll get straight to business. When do you think you'll be ready to bear a child?"

Arrangedhusband!Toji who gets ready to speak up for you but you quickly cut him off, "Not anytime soon, sir. No offense. I just met your nephew today. I did not come here to be bred like some dog. I came here to settle the dispute between our families." Everyone is shocked by your words. You just told off the former head of the clan..

Arrangedhusband!Toji is proud of you. "I agree with her." Naobito gives him a sour look before responding, "Toji, you need to get a better hold on your woman. She should have some manners."

Arrangedhusband!Toji who gets up from the table and hauls you over his shoulder. It's embarrassing to say the least but neither of you speak a word until you're far enough away.

Arrangedhusband!Toji who sets you down, a smirk prominent on his face, "That was so bad ass. No one's ever spoke to him that way."

"Really? Not even you? That's surprising, you seem like the rebellious type."

Arrangedhusband!Toji who really starts to grow on you. He follows you everywhere and he learns something new about you every day, as do you too. He never restricts your freedom and supports many of your actions.

Arrangedhusband!Toji who will even spar with you sometimes when you're looking to improve.

Arrangedhusband!Toji who feels his heart swell a little bit when you kiss him. He's never felt anything like this before, and he doesn't want to admit that he'll get used to it.

Arrangedhusband!Toji invites you to finally move into his own bedroom, since "we've been married for a few months now."

Arrangedhusband!Toji who likes seeing your stuff alongside his in his room.

Arrangedhusband!Toji feels happier than he has in years. All his family wanted to do was train him to perfection and treat 'worthless' women like shit. He didn't want any of that though. So he sees you as a blessing in disguise.

Arrangedhusband!Toji who itches to give you a baby after seeing how you are around his twin cousins. You're gentle, but you never forget to scold them when they get into trouble.

Arrangedhusband!Toji after your second year anniversary brings up the idea to you, "Not for the selfish reasons my uncle wants. Just for us. We could even live somewhere else." You two are sitting in your shared bedroom. His eyes tell no lies, "What do you mean by live somewhere else? I don't think it matters how far we go, baby. If Naobito catches wind of a potential Zenin heir he'll track us down."

Arrangedhusband!Toji who assures you he could take care of this situation, if you wanted to have a baby. He doesn't want his future child/children to have to go through the same abuse he went through.

Arrangedhusband!Toji who doesn't know that you're already a month or two pregnant.

Arrangedhusband!Toji who has one of his "friends" come get you to take you to your new home. "Toji, you should come with me. I don't think this is a good idea."

"I'll see you in a day or two. I love you, baby. Gojo, no funny business or I'll fuck you up." He threatens.

"Are you doubting me, my dear friend? I wouldn't let anything happen to your precious wife." Toji flip him off. You watch as his figure gets smaller and smaller until you can't see him anymore. (they're frenemies in this au)

Arrangedhusband!Toji who immobilizes his uncle, which takes great effort. He doesn't come out fully unscathed. He's okay, though. He's doing it for his and your future.

Arrangedhusband!Toji who utters something to Naobito before leaving the Zenin clan, "I don't ever want to see your face again, you old geezer. Don't ever come looking for me or my wife, because the next time we meet, I'll kill you."

Arrangedhusband!Toji who knocks on the door of your new apartment and is relieved to see that you're just how he left you.

You gasp at his beat up stature and you sit him down to clean him up.

"They'll never bother us again." He mutters and he sees you smile a little bit.

"I'll miss the twins," you say with a little sigh. He moves his big hand to cup your face as you are trying to wipe the blood off of his, "You've taught them plenty. I'm sure they'll follow our path and make it out of the clan sooner or later."

Arrangedhusband!Toji who is thrilled when you tell him you're pregnant.

Arrangedhusband!Toji goes to extreme lengths to protect you and you have to remind him you can still accomplish things on your own.

Arrangedhusband!Toji Husband!Toji who has both your last names changed to Fushiguro to help hide his identity. You actually debated with him about this.

"Toji, you literally just chose the first name you saw on a site of Japanese last names. We need to put thought into it."

"Oh come on baby, you gotta admit Toji Fushiguro sounds better than Toji Zenin." He never fails to find a lazy way out of things.

Husband!Toji who lets a single tear fall from his eye when he sees you cradling your little boy.

"He looks just like you." You grumble playfully and his lips quirk up into a smirk, "Eh what can I say? He got the good genes."

You fight the urge to hit him with a pillow.

Husband!Toji tells the nurse the name you two agreed on for your son, "Megumi Fushiguro."

Husband!Toji who always gets scolded by you for using bad words around your son.

"Fuck!" Megumi yells when he colors outside of the line. Your head whips around so fast and Toji looks away.

"Gumi! Don't say that. That is a very bad word." You tell him. He tilts his head to the side, "Well Dad says them."

"Does he now? I'm pretty sure Dad knows he shouldn't say those words." After a minute Toji thinks he's in the clear so he turns his head back to see you glaring at him.

"I won't do it again." He hears you mumble 'liar.'

Husband!Toji who's mad that despite his looks, his son is a complete mama's boy. "Hey kid, wanna head to the park for a little 'while?"

"Can mama come?" Your husband grunts.

"Nah, it'll just be me and you. Father and son." He says with a grin hoping to bait him.

Megumi goes back to his video he's watching. With an uninterested tone he responds, "Oh, then I don't wanna go."

He rolls his eyes and walks away, "Well whatever."

Husband!Toji who decided he wants a do over, and gives you the proper wedding you deserve.

Husband!Toji who loves you and his son very much. He couldn't have asked for anything better than this. You are his blessing.

tagging @blkkizzat bc this is her man LMAO

[ghosts-cyphera]

pornstar! ghost who buys u cute little underwear sets for every scene u do together ?? he says it doesn’t mean anything but in reality he spent hours trying to pick out the nicest colours n fit for u <33

18+; mdni / suggestive fluff / pornstar!ghost x fem!reader; masterlist here ♡

ghost's foot drummed against the ground as he studied the boutique from the street. the window displays were decorated with flower arrangements and expensive-looking cotton clouds, among which golden hangers displayed the most intricate sets of lingerie he had ever seen.

fitting for you.

you, who he knew—no matter what kind of a scene you were shooting—liked to feel beautiful on set. beautiful just to be adored and worshipped: to be made love to, or beautiful to be turned messy: to be fucked and made to feel used. that touch of something pure was always there when you showed up for work, day after day with a sparkle in your eyes.

with a warm chuckle, ghost stepped inside. 

everything about the boutique reminded him of a candy store. the colors, the details, and even the scent of something sweet were all tugging the corners of his lips into a warm smile.

he was utterly out of his comfort zone, but fuck, did it also make him feel all sorts of fucking thrilled. 

you’d love the place to bits.

“shopping with a special someone in mind?” 

the words flowed from the tongue of a sales assistant: a twinkly-eyed woman whose arms spread in a greeting as she closed the distance to him. “a partner, perhaps?”

bloody hell.

“oh, no—err—,” ghost cursed under his breath as he let out a deep laugh. “just a friend, really.”

“that’s one lucky friend right there,” she chuckled. “we carry a wide range of sizes and models for all body types, but if there’s any chance that you’d happen to know their measurements, that would—“

“yeah. of course. yeah, I’ve got—,” his finger slid into the pocket of his jacket, and he pulled out a neatly folded note that he handed to the assistant with a grin. “I—err—asked her stylist.”

“your friend is in the show business, is she?” the assistant mused as she unfolded the paper—a touch of warm amusement on her features as her eyes scanned the handwriting. “perfect. I see that they’ve included everything we need for finding the—,” she paused, her brows rising as a bright smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “you really did come prepared, huh?”

“yeah, I’ve got val to thank for that,” he let out a laugh as his gaze traveled across the store. everything about the space screamed luxury, from the velvet couches to the tall windows and the complimentary champagne that the assistant—nila, she introduced herself—was now offering him.

yet with a shake of his head and a polite smile ghost declined the drink, all due to the spark of curiosity prickling under his skin.

while he was not usually a man to display his feelings and emotions publicly, as his feet now led him towards a stand in the middle of the store, he knew there was no use in trying to bite down his smile. 

for on a round stand, surrounding a tall flower-arrangement, half a dozen sets of lingerie were gently placed: each of them damn near handcrafted to you.

their colors, cuts, and details were all you.

“seems like something’s stood out," nila’s voice was warm as she stepped to him.

“she’ll call me a bloody stalker for knowing her this damn well, but these—,” ghost let out a warm chuckle as he nodded his head, “yeah. she’d feel fuckin’ beautiful in these.”

“you really do know her,” she peered up at him, much in the same way that he was used to with other women. yet what came to her, in her eyes was nothing but genuine curiosity: warmth not towards ghost, but towards you. “she’s really lucky to have someone like that.”

“it’s really fuckin’ me who’s gotten lucky,” despite the whisper of a smile on his features, with his words his voice dipped ever so slightly. “she’s the best thing I’ve ever—,” he wet his lips with a chuckle. “it’s the way she makes you feel seen. special. like you—“ he shook his head. “fuckin’ hell do I know. never really been good with words.”

“if even a fraction of that glimmer in your eyes is visible when you look at her—,” nila arched an amused brow. “believe me, she knows.”

“rather she didn’t.”

“stuck on that stage, huh?”

ghost grinned, wetting his lips as a touch of warmth rose to play on his cheeks. “alright, enough of that, yeah? back to the—,” he gestured towards the stand with a chuckle, “fuckin’ lingerie, eh?”

the next two hours flew by on wings as ghost gathered a selection of pieces for you. each one was carefully picked not only to bring attention to all those things he knew you loved about yourself but also all those small parts that you were still learning to embrace. all of it—he hoped—to help you see yourself in the way that he saw you.

nothing short of perfect.

“the last one,” nila smiled as her fingers finished tying off one last satin bow: one just as perfect as the previous dozen had been. “and we’re all done.”

ghost wet his lips with a chuckle as he reached for the gift box. “is it weird to suddenly feel fuckin' nervous?”

“a little,” she smiled. “you really don't need to worry,” she arched a carefully amused brow, “ghost.”

his gaze found hers, his brows furrowing slightly. “you know who—“

“from the moment you walked in.” nila’s laugh was soft as she leaned against the counter: her amusement now reflecting back on the features of ghost.

“and so, you know who these are for, eh?"

“it’s just a wild guess, really.” her grin turned into a careful smile. “she’s beautiful. don’t—,” she shook her head. “don’t let her go.”

“fan of hers?”

“sexual awakening of sorts.”

“fuckin’ understandable,” ghost’s laugh was breathless as he pushed off the counter, his hands now filled with gift bags. “thank you, eh? for all your help.”

“of course,” she beamed—only for her eyes to widen with a sudden realization. “hold up! I almost forgot—“ she reached over the counter to wrap her fingers around the note of measurements scribbled down by valeria. 

“believe me,” nila laughed as she slipped it into the pocket of ghost’s jacket. “you don’t want to lose it.”

it was not until he had made his way home that he finally fished out the folded paper: the one that did not only include the measurements of your bust, hips, and waist. scribbled at the bottom was also an additional message, accompanied by a small hand-drawn picture.

on the off chance that one of these days you’ll go and admit just how down bad you are for her. – V

a measurement, and next to it, a drawing of a ring.

fuckin’ hell.

ghost blinked his eyes shut with his laugh, deep and warm.

for now, the small pile of gift-wrapped boxes would have to do, yet as he walked to his bookshelf and slid the note between the pages of his favorite book… 

that’s when he promised himself to never lose that small paper, and with it, the reminder to hold onto you, too.

a/n: aah my wee cheeks are literally cramping from how brightly I smiled when writing this, haha. too cute? nah, we don’t know her. love you all! / pornstar!ghost masterlist / my inbox is still so very open for all your thoughts about him. 💌