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Cupping his hand around the tiny flame, Corteo walked quietly into the living room with a cupcake held in his grasp. Birthdays were his favorite to celebrate, mostly because he wanted the special person to feel appreciated, but he was practical, simple in these celebrations. Making certain that the lone candle in the cupcake didn't go out, he held it out gingerly to Itachi, a smile already taking hold of his lips. "Make a wish... I hope it comes true."

Ita’s Birthday2k17 || @sofficecuore

tidying up, it doesn’t occur to him right away, corteo’s presence that is. nor does it occur to him that time zones were tricky, especially between corteo’s country and japan. however, dark gaze brightens at the sight of his heart holding the cupcake. he remembered. birthdays weren’t always celebrated and itachi had usually chalked it up to another day. but since meeting the other, birthdays had become a simple celebration. where he could remember to celebrate, where they’d have a drink and some sweet that corteo made for him. and for itachi that’s all he needed, was corteo. if he could wish for anything, it was for them to always be together, through anything.

pale features softened with adoration and subdued delight and he leaned in, long, inky lashes shuttering over his gaze. a single breath was released, lips pursing. i wish….you would remain by my side, always happy and always content with who you fell in love with. but i also wish that i could have all the time in the world with you. the hours in a day just aren’t enough. grasping the cupcake in one hand, the opposite gently grasps the nape of his boyfriend’s neck and pulls him close so he can bestow a tender kiss to his lips. ❛❛ thank you. ❜❜ there’s a pause, lips spreading into an elated grin, eyes closing as he leans their foreheads together, ❛❛ how did i become so lucky? ❜❜

#THIS IS PRECIOUS !!#keepsake || saved ;;

lovsickening

he’s supposed to stay hidden— a simple rule that his family gave him young, but yoosung isn’t about to stay here and be pelted with pebbles. without thinking, he fixes his gaze on this rude human, a stubborn glare shaded by the setting sun turning his hair golden.

❝ be a little more considerate, would you? the ocean isn’t empty, you know! ❞ his displeased whine might sound a little froggy at first. come to think of it, yoosung can’t remember a time he’s spoken with air in his lungs—he’s suddenly glad his tail is plain and not flashy, that beneath the surface of the water it would be difficult to identify the blues and greens from its surroundings.

he dips under the water again, this time to move forward. one powerful flip from his tail takes him further than any human should have been able to go in the time it takes—he pops up again closer to the beach, though he’s still having a hard time seeing this human’s face with the glare from his glasses.

❝ why are you even throwing rocks in, anyway? ❞

WAIT... W-Wait -- Was someone speaking to him from the water? The voice sounded a little distorted, hoarse perhaps, but there was no doubt without a mistake that it was a person out in those watery depths. Casting aside the rock he had been able to skip along the surface, Corteo bolted up from his spot on the beach, eyes squinting at the blond head peeking just above the water. His first thought was the person might be in danger, yet they didn’t seem to be drowning… Not as though he had witnessed such a tragedy. The urge to jump into the water to save someone tugged at the back his mind, but being unable to swim brought him back to reality, reminding him it would be a bad idea.

“I-I… Are you okay? I’m sorry if -- ” Corteo called out in nervous desperation, panic already settling in when he watched the other fall beneath the water, waves casting behind him as he drew closer to the shore. It took him a second too long to recognize what might have been a… tail? Probably his eyes playing tricks on him, the sun getting the better of him after being out for maybe a little too long.

Feet sinking into the sand, he took a few steps back when the stranger reappeared, eyes blinking frantically at the question. “I was only tryin’ to skip rocks… Nobody else was ‘round, I-I didn’t think that -- Were you the person I hit?” Oh no, no! He hadn’t thought there would be someone swimming, especially not when there were no signs of anyone else on the beach. “’m really sorry… Are you alright?”

#lovsickening #verse FIVE || a simpler way of living ;;#( modern ;; )

hcbbyhero

“i mean, yeah. i’m a hero.” he gestured to his outfit pointedly. granted, he didn’t just do it to help people — he did it for fun. but that didn’t change the fact that he was helping people. ( right? ) the questioning catches saitama a little off guard, and he scratched at his cheek, considering it. ( he doesn’t seem to notice how much blood gets on his face as a result. ) “i mean, i guess i could have let it live. but i’m pretty sure they experiment on the monsters if you turn them in alive. sort of seems nicer to just obliterate them in one go.”

Oh. Th-That was a hero outfit? The cape should have been a dead giveaway, but somehow Corteo thought perhaps the stranger just had an odd sense of fashion. Not that he would judge him! Everyone was free to dress however they wished, yet being a little unaccustomed to the country, there was a lot that surprised him throughout the day. This whole situation, for example -- “Then you’re kinda savin’ them then.” In an odd way. Death might’ve been more merciful. Still didn’t mean Corteo liked to think about it. Deciding against calling the police, he tapped the lock button on his phone, a nervous grin etching itself onto his lips. “I hope I wasn’t botherin’ you with questions… I-I, uhmm… I haven’t ever seen somethin’ like that.” Or him. But Corteo kept that to himself.

#hcbbyhero #verse FOUR || everything happens for a reason ;;

porcelainghosts

【♡♡♡】 —— ❝ Would you like to go now~ ? ❞ comes the cheerful query before she realizes the invitation might be too abrupt.

❝ Um, if you can, I mean ! If it’s too sudden, we can schedule it for another time, of course~ ❞

Now… As in right now?

Never in a million years would he have thought he would have done something quite as spontaneous as going to a botanical garden out of the blue, but -- Eun-Ji’s enthusiasm was contagious. Then again, he never thought he would become something akin to a go-go dancer, yet once again, he could learn to live a little bit. Nodding eagerly, Corteo smiled enough to match her excitement. “Y-Yeah, I mean -- As you’re wantin’ to go, we can.” Albeit nervous as much as thrilled at the idea, his hand rubbed at the back of his neck sheepishly. “You don’t have any other plans, do you?”

#porcelainghosts #verse FOUR || everything happens for a reason ;;#( dancer au ;; )

golosi

ANGELO LAUGHED SOFTLY, SUCH almost like a huff as well. Nero could be quite intimidating, but he was so used to the other man being playful and ridiculous that it was hard for him to hold that image for a long period of time. However, he of all people was aware of just how dangerous the Mafioso could truly be. Behind that large grin and those bright eyes was a man who was not afraid to kill in the name of his Family because Family meant everything. Whereas Angelo was relaxed around Nero due to constant proximity, Corteo was as tense as taut rope. It made him feel protective of his friend when they were around Mafiosi, though he was sure that the other male probably didn’t notice.

❝Stargazin’ it is then. Come on, I know a pretty decent spot. It’s a walk though.❞ Not that such would be a problem for either. The night air was pleasant, and the town wasn’t as loud as it was during the daytime so the walk would be fairly quiet. Hands sliding into his pockets, he brushed past Corteo, not needing to glance back to know that he would most definitely follow. ❝Sometimes I wanna take a breather, so this place is somethin’ a bit personal to me. Since we’re friends and all, I’ll share it with you.❞ He had planned on doing that anyway, actually. It was just that tonight seemed the best night to do it. Who knew when they’d get another chance considering how busy the Vanetti family was starting to be.

Running around doing things for Fango was exhausting, and it was starting to grate on Nero’s nerves. It was only a matter of time before things erupted between the two families, though for now, it seemed neither was going to make a move as of yet.

Stargazing sounded like something only a child would suggest when their parents had retired for the evening and gone off to bed. It was the cue to sneak out the backdoor into the night, only to gaze up at the night sky rather than leaving altogether. Never had he done that whilst caring for his mother, but maybe when he had spent the evening at the Lagusa home. Little Luce racing after them quietly, directly at their heels. Shoulders falling, he let out a soft sigh, uncertain if any of it had ever happened in the first place. It had been a long time since Corteo had been able to act carefree beside someone else.

“I don’t mind,” he answered, a soft smile already capturing his features, “It’ll be a nice change of pace.” Walking somewhere without the intent of selling off his booze, no mafia business -- Just them and no one else. Following without question, Corteo stayed close behind Angelo, gaze wandering to the already darkening sky. At least not until words reaching his ears and his attention was captured by Angelo once again. Knowing that he was going to be shown something that meant something to the other, it made him feel special that Angelo would share it with him. He didn’t comment on his friend’s remark though, simply deciding to keep it for himself, a reminder that despite everything he still did mean something to Angelo.

Picking up his feet, he fell in line beside Angelo, matching his pace. “Do you still ‘member some of the constellations?” There was a little bit of hopefulness in his smile, a wistful longing for part of the past. “I kinda do… It’s been a while though.”

#golosi #verse ONE || lawless heaven ;;#main ;;

GOAL FOR TODAY IS -

finish all my drafts for here and shuu then start making icons for a new blog sweats nervously

#ooc ;;#to delete ;;

musingsiren

You.

the most simple and true answer when you asked me what I wanted most. (via musingsiren)

@scngre

#musings || wishful thinking ;;#my second chance; because i wasn't ready for the first || itachi ;;#ughnnn im all up in my feelings for these two tonight i love them cries

investigxter

THIS YOUNG MAN WAS so…what was that word? Tense? Just overall uncomfortable? Even his attempt at lightening the situation did nothing to make them any less…whatever they were right now. Amon was very much aware that he could be a frightening and intimidating presence, but he didn’t think he would make someone this uneasy. It happened every now and then, although the moment he attempted to lighten things between him and that individual, everything often worked out well enough. ❝I suppose I do. Hard to believe that when I was a child, my height was hardly anything special.❞ Who would have thought he’d grow into such a giant? ❝Don’t worry though. I assure you there is honestly nothing to fear from me…unless you’re a ghoul that is.❞

A joke, really, but there was indeed truth within those words. For as long as he was unaware that the young man standing before him practically sweating an ocean was actually a GHOUL, they’d be fine.

Unless you’re a ghoul, that is.

His attention fixated on the lone phrase, body tensing noticeably as if already preparing for an attack. If it came to the point where he HAD to defend himself, Corteo knew he was no match for an investigator like the one beside him. The man’s height by itself towered over the young ghoul, and the weight of him -- He might as well say his prayers right then and there if he wanted to seek any form of forgiveness from the big man upstairs. It would be best to play it cool unless he wanted to be struck right where he stood. Tightening his grip on the straps of his backpack, he forced out a laugh, a strained smile flashing up to the man. “I’d be an awful ghoul. Ain’t even fittin’ to be a meal as a human.”

#investigxter #verse SIX || it gets better like a fine wine ;;#( tokyo ghoul verse ;; )

scngre

Why did he think he could live without this man? How foolish he was in thinking that not having Corteo in his life was a life worth living. It’s more than the kisses, or the way he feels in his arms. It’s how he feels complete when having him near, in the way he’s so desperate to get closer even if there’s no more space between them. This is exactly what he’d wanted, what he knew he’d have for as long as he kept up with communicating with this man.

❝ Even if you tried, I’d follow you everywhere. ❞ Brushing his nose along Corteo’s, a breathy laugh escaped him and he steals a soft kiss this time. He feels weightless. The stones that had once sat on his chest, on his heart just lifted away and he felt at peace. ❝I love you Corteo, and this time I won’t give up because you mean too much. And giving you up isn’t an option.❞

Arms tighten around the other’s frame for a moment, and he shifts pressing his lips to the other man’s temple, then over the shell of his ear, nipping the skin playfully. ❝ Is it silly that I don’t want to let you go right now? Really would rather spend an eternity kissing you and holding you like this than having you step even an inch away from me in this moment.❞

“Then… don’t.”

Please.

His body shuddered against Itachi from the playful nip to his ear, an audible gasp quickly clipping itself by pursed lips. All he wanted was to be closer to his lover, be held in a tight embrace and never had to worry or second guess their relationship. This time, the second time around, was meant to be permanent. Corteo wanted to see Itachi as a constant fixture in his life. Even when they had been separated, not a day had gone by without his thoughts wandering back to him. He wondered if the man was happy. Whether or not with him, he would have wished for his happiness nonetheless.

Tilting his head to the side, he exposed the column of his neck to the other, giving silent permission for Itachi to do as he wished. Truthfully, there was nothing in the world that Corteo wouldn’t give to him. “I love you too.” It was such a simple phrase, and if only he could say something else to make it seem like more because Itachi was more deserving than those three small words.

It had been difficult enough saying he loved Itachi the first time. He had been nervous like he was to do most things, but it was a different type of nervous. The fear of rejection, the possibility that what he had to say could ruin everything troubled the back his mind before he uttered such thoughts. His hands bunched into the back of Itachi’s shirt, holding him impossibly tight. He was happy it never came to that. “I really, really do…”

#scngre #verse FOUR || everything happens for a reason ;;#v; second chances #IM SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER ;;3;;

hcbbyhero

“i mean, if you want to? the situation is already pretty much handled, though.” it doesn’t occur to saitama that the stranger intended to call the police about him, rather than the now very much deceased monster. “I don’t think it managed to eat anybody before i caught it, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

WHAT. Corteo hadn’t meant that… H-He wasn’t trying to -- “It didn’t eat anyone?” His replies were starting to become a broken record at this point with how often he kept repeating the caped stranger’s words, but he was in utter disbelief at what he was hearing. Nervously tapping at his lock screen, he tried to pull up the keypad to dial but paused, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he stole another glance. “If you stopped it -- ” Permanently. “Then… does that mean you were tryin’ to save people? I mean, I-I… ‘m not meanin’ t’be rude, but you didn’t have to, well… y’know.”

#hcbbyhero #verse FOUR || everything happens for a reason ;;#corteo just wants everything to live ;;A;;#even monsters.... lol.

@hcbbyhero || cont’d

“N-Not a person?”

That… uh, didn’t quite comfort him like he THOUGHT it would. The unsettling splatter on the pavement, regardless of being human or monster, made his stomach churn, sweat collecting on his brow. Swallowing thickly, he reached a trembling hand into his pocket, pulling out his phone. “Should I, um… call the police?” Murder was still murder, right?

#hcbbyhero #verse FOUR || everything happens for a reason ;;

golosi

THE EMBARRASSEDREPLY TO his words amused him more than it perhaps should, but that was onlybecause of the confusion he saw across the other’s features. Angelo supposed heshould mind his tongue more, although he oftentimes saw no reason to. He statedthings as he saw them, and Corteo’s soulhad a rather beautiful color. The kind that he would most definitely hadenjoyed devouring if he was like his brethren. However, Angelo had manners and thought sampling somethingdelicious was far better than just shoving the whole thing in your mouth.Besides, leaving a string of mummified bodies certainly wasn’t attractive andwould gain unwanted attention from those that would hope to eliminate his presence.

How aggravating.

❝Mm,sorry about that. Was just statin’ things as I saw ‘em, and you are quite niceto look at.❞Not a total lie. Corteo was not beautiful in the conventional sense, althoughhe certainly held a certain kind of charm about him that Angelo foundinteresting enough to pursue. When the other male’s face turned a bright red,the demon found himself almost smirking, though he managed to keep himselffairly controlled as he watched and waited for an answer to his coffeequestion. ❝You’reright. I’m not definitely askin’ you out, so there’s no tryin’ to be had.❞ He grinned then, confident and proud. ❝Name’s Angelo. Yours?❞ He didn’t even bother to address theother’s stuttered uncertainties because he was very sure they would agree.

Who would refusehim, after all? Angelo hadn’t facedthat kind of rejection in quite some time, and he doubted this rather timidyoung man would. All Angelo had to do was tug at his heartstrings and he’d fallright into the palm of his hands without any kind of struggle. ❝I promise it won’t take too long. I knowyou probably got things to do. I’m sorry if it seems like too much. It’sjust—you’re so attractive and all. I-I’m sorry I’m so bad at things. Ishouldn’t have said anythin’.❞He purposely acted sheepish, hand lifting to rub the back of his neck as he ‘shyly’looked away.

The flattery went over his head once Corteo heard the stutter in Angelo’s voice, an apology knew all too well from having to express his own countless times in one day. He could understand how it felt to be nervous when talking to a stranger, especially when the other man was asking him to go out for something as simple as a cup of coffee. Part of him wanted to accept out of sympathy, mainly to be polite rather than reject Angelo’s kindness, yet his mind was already wandering back to his empty apartment and its solitude. Shaking his head, Corteo offered a gentle smile, trying to comfort him as best as he could. “It’s fine, really. I guess, maybe you kinda took me by surprise,” he admitted, averting his gaze to the ground, “People don’t say things like that ‘bout someone like me.”

Not that Corteo thought himself ugly or anything, but he knew he wasn’t drop dead gorgeous or deserving of praise from a stranger. It made him somewhat suspicious of Angelo’s intentions, wondering if there was an ulterior motive, yet an invitation of coffee was relatively harmless. It wasn’t as if he was being dragged away to some secluded area or something like that. He might have to reconsider if that were the case.

“You’re makin’ it a little hard to say no when you're bein’ so nice.” His face burned with embarrassment, nervously pushing up his glasses to busy his hands. “I-I… I really should be headin’ home, but…” Pausing, Corteo tried to weigh the possibility of his answer, hesitating on ‘yes’ when another part of him wanted to say ‘no.’ It would probably be only an one-time thing anyway. A cup of coffee, conversation, and then they would be on their way. It wasn’t really… that big of a deal. “I think I’d like that though.”

#golosi #verse FOUR || everything happens for a reason ;;#v; chance encounters #500 years later... ;;A;;

thequotejournals

I don’t know how to love without using my whole heart. I don’t know what its like to love someone ‘half way’. I practice giving love in the same way I’d like to receive it.

Reyna Biddy (via thequotejournals)

#musings || wishful thinking ;;

seenhcll

A N X I O U S , T H I S M A N before him is clearly so . their face is UNFAMILIAR . . . they must be new . he over heard from the others someone from out - of - town would be starting soon . . . THIS HAD TO BE THEM .

HEAVY MELANCHOLY falls ‘pon usually fearful expression . EVERYTHING SCARES THE YOUNG ADULT . well —— practically everything . OTHER PEOPLE BEING FRIGHTENED brings something out of him . call it a MOTHERLY VIBE , but he wishes to CARE for people , make their existence less PAINFUL . ( HURT YOURSELF BEFORE YOU HURT OTHERS . )

“ . . . you do . but just to the undergarments . you can just take off the shirt if you wanna go slow , though . “ SMILE IS OFFERED , an attempt to ease their nerves . “ . . . you have done this before , right ? “

Lying wasn’t his strongest quality, relying upon his honest far more often than anything, but damnit -- Corteo wished he could open his mouth and flat out lie to the other dancer. At his previous job, they never stripped. At least he never did. He had been the equivalent of a go-go dancer at his former club, bringing thehype and taking tips if given. Some of the other employees took off their clothes during private dances or if they were permitted on stage, yet Corteo had never reached that level of confidence and comfort to go through with it. It would seem he didn’t have much of a choice unless he wanted to quit on day one.

“Uhm… I-I… I know people that did,” he answered nervously, appreciative of the smile spared, “But, no… I never tried. I kinda just danced on a platform or in one of ‘em cages.” It was embarrassing to admit his lack of experience as well as what little experience he had, yet the club owner must have seen something in him if he had been hired. Relieving though that he didn’t have to take off everything.

Wetting his lips, Corteo stole a glance around the dressing room before attention fell back upon the other man. “Name’s Corteo by the way. Sorry, that wasn’t the best introduction. Have you been doin’ this for a while?”

#seenhcll #verse FOUR || everything happens for a reason ;;#( dancer au ;; )#it's fine! take all the time you need : )))

I still haven't finished 91 Days because me and 'Tachi aren't ready to see Corteo die ; u ;