🏍️ Albatross will watch any racing competition he heard about. Not only car racing, but also horse racing and dod sleigh raicing.
🏍️ Albatross is in charge when BSD Cast bought cars. He chooses the best models.
🏍️ Albatross likes to collect ribbons and clips for his braid.
🏍️ Albatross "made" unique motorcycle helmets for every adult in the Cast. He draw on them to make them more personal (Dazai's has crabs, Chuuya -doga, Fukuzawa - cats...).
🏍️ For a date, Albatross will took you on a ride that will end in a nice picnic. He is fine with sharing his time with you with Chuuya and other Flags.
you have a wet dream about fucking your best friend. in line with your expectations, it ruins your friendship — though unexpectedly; only in the best way possible.
wc: 6.6k ⁕⃰ crossposted on ao3 ⁕⃰ vgen ⁕⃰
It's not unusual for you to have vivid dreams.
While you sometimes sleep like someone pulled your plug after your battery has been drained, just a void — a whole lot of nothingness between the time you put your head on your pillow at night to the time you start feeling around your nightstand to shut your alarm off in the morning, most nights, you dream of elaborate scenarios.
Sometimes, it's influenced by whatever show you've last watched, weaseling yourself into the story and navigating through the setting freely. Other times, it's simply you playing saviour in different contexts, no matter big or small, like handling a horde of zombies on your own, saving a distracted citizen from getting run over by a car attempting to speed past an obvious yellow light, being the only one who knows how to lock-pick in a pinch, the whole package.
There is the occasional embarrassing moment like becoming the laughingstock of the class one way or the other — wardrobe malfunction, bodily functions, whatever other issue that can have you cringing for days on end after, mouth curling into a snarl when you remember it.
Still, your dreams are mostly pleasant, and surprisingly consistent. Ignoring the occasional out of pocket elements, it's almost like most of your dreams follow a pre-written storyline.
It's fascinating how you remember it well, too, instead of your mind being wiped the moment the dream is ripped from your consciousness when you wake, like your mind stubbornly clings to whatever fiction it managed to cook up while you were resting, as if not to waste its hard work.
Even though you can mostly influence it, it's not like you can control what you dream about.
Albatross is fully naked above you, his dick lined up with your entrance, his tip brushing against your clit as he leans down to mouth at your neck.
Your arms wrap around his shoulders to pull him closer, and both of you flinch when his sunglasses dig into your skin as he tries nuzzling against your neck.
He pulls back in confusion, a puzzled expression painted black by the tint of the glasses sitting crooked on his face mirroring your own before he chuckles — his sunglasses are such a signature look on him that you and him both forgot to take them off even during sex, which became the butt of the joke more often than not — reaching up to gently toss them aside, and the frames clatter against the nightstand as he leans back down, this time to brush his lips against yours before his tongue juts out to flatten against your mouth playfully.
He doesn't have to do anything for your mouth to part willingly, but he is quick to take the invitation, tongue sliding into your mouth while his hands caress up your sides.
Then, he's thrusting into you, supporting himself on his elbows, pulling out almost fully before rolling his hips forward again and again. Your back arches off the mattress, your toes curl, your body tensing before the relief of an orgasm washes over you. There is some kind of music in the background, getting progressively louder, and you feel his lips on your temple—
It's your alarm.
It's not a violent startle like it's mostly depicted in movies — both in the case of a nightmare and a wet dream; and currently, you cannot discern between the two. Taking a deep breath, you feel around your nightstand to shut off your alarm, dragging a hand down your face, taking as much time as you can to force the contents of your unnecessarily vivid dream into the closet. Under the rug. Wherever it can be out of sight, out of mind.
Albatross is your best friend.
You get along great, you trust him, feel safe around him. He brings you unprecedented joy, and despite how different yet similar you are, you don't want to have to maneuver the potentially awkward stage of trying to find your footing and forcing your relationship back to platonic after one confessed to harbouring unreciprocated romantic feelings towards the other, even if you desire him more than you've desired anything in your life.
Being on the side doing the rejection was so much easier. Considering how maturely you previously handled such affairs, you can only hope fate will have some mercy on you if push comes to shove on account of the grace you've given your unwanted suitors.
Though it's not like you to take chances.
Maybe you're better off yearning to the grave.
It really doesn't help that the insufferable blond is everything you want in a man and more, now that you think about it. He is always the first one you would rant to when a male specimen wrongs you, and his facial expressions alone would validate his position as your ideal man, let alone his verbal support and how attuned he is to your emotions.
Like that one time when you were meeting up with a friend from high school at a café close enough to your home, but it was still about half an hour's walk. Both Albatross and Chuuya made sure to check up on you at least once after you sent a blurry elevator pic in the group chat, the ginger even nudging you to keep everyone updated when your friend went to the bathroom as if it was a date.
Which it was not, so you just rolled your eyes at them being overprotective over some old acquaintance like this.
Time passed by quickly as the two of you caught up, occasionally exchanging new gossip about people you knew from back then. By the time the conversation had lulled to a comfortable silence, the café staff were going from table to table to ask if there was anything else the customers would like before they closed up the kitchen, which you took as your cue to leave.
While walking down to wait for his taxi by the lights, you chat a little, and at least he has enough manners to ask how you will get home. With a shrug, you casually reply that you will walk back since your house is close enough.
What you don't expect is for your friend to simply nod, give you a half-assed hug that borders on a shoulder ram, jump into his taxi, and leave without looking back.
Stupefied, you can only stare at the plate of said taxi growing smaller in the distance.
It's fine. It's a bit of a long walk for midnight, especially when the number of people have dwindled to the extremes yet with some large groups suspiciously loitering around, but it's a safe neighbourhood. You'll be fine.
As if on cue, your screen lights up with a notification from Albatross.
Tross <3: heyyyy
its gettin late
did the cafe not kick you out yet lmao
You: They kinda did, actually
Said the kitchen was closing in a little so we left
Friend went home already
I'm walking home now, so omw
Tross <3: ????
[Incoming call from: Tross <3]
Your finger slides over the green button easily, even though you know what he's going to say. "'Sup?"
"Why are you walking home?! By yourself, no less!" The familiar sound of a billiard ball hitting another echoes in the background, and you're able to pinpoint his exact location from the noise alone. The buzz of pleasant chatter in the room comes to a screeching halt at his words.
"Don't even ask," you spit out, pinching the bridge of your nose, cold wind whipping at your cheeks. "The more I think about it, the angrier I get."
"I'm on my way." You hear clothes rustling, which you assume is him putting on his jacket. "Go back into the café for a little while. I'll be right there."
"'Tross, it's fine, really—" You're quick to protest, though Albatross is just as quicker to cut you off before you can go about your usual tirade of how you don't want to trouble him, or be a burden, or other stupid thoughts about how you have it handled.
"Don't be stupid. It's not fine, first of all, and it's no trouble.... Oh, is it cold outside? Should I take the car? I'd arrive faster by bike, but if you're wearing a skirt it might be a little... y'know."
"The bike is fine." It takes active effort not to tear up at how considerate he's being. "Think of it as bail."
"The only bail around will be the bail money needed to get me outta jail after I'm done with your fuckass friend." He chuckles, though the humour feels a bit forced. "Stay on the line, will ya? Tell me all about your day."
You can tell he's just as mad you've been left stranded by someone whom you consider an old friend with no regards to your safety, but is trying to lighten the mood by being silly. You don't have the words to describe how much you appreciate it. Appreciate him.
True to his word, Albatross arrives soon after. Concerningly soon, even, before you're able to wrap up recounting your entire day, and how the last round of coffees arrived oddly cold despite your table being inside.
He gives you a short honk in greeting, lifting his visor to give you a wink paired with a cheeky grin, flipping — or trying to flip — his hair like he's some Prince Charming. Only, his braid pathetically swats against the inside of his helmet, not a single flow of luscious golden locks in sight.
"How many red lights did you run?" you chuckle, jogging down the stairs as fast as your shoes allow to meet him as soon as possible.
"Dunno," he shrugs, successfully dodging your hand lazily swatting at him scoldingly, "Haven't bothered to check."
"You're impossible." You bow your head slightly on instinct the moment you spot your matching red helmet in his hands so he can put it on for you, ".... Thanks for coming to pick me up."
"Always, babe." He chirps, tone breezy, unaware of how the casual petname makes your heart ache with want.
After checking whether everything is in order, he gives your helmet a bump with his own, almost like a ritual, a signal that you're good to go, which he makes clear by fixing his posture and grip so you can climb behind him. "I've gotcha."
Arms wrapped around his waist, visor flush against his shoulderblade, watching the city lights morph from twinkling dots to bright streaks in the night sky, your mind wanders. Your heart beating against his back in a flurry of emotions, you think it might have been the first time you acknowledged you might be feeling something more than just friendship for the irresistible wheelman after all.
The dream haunts you.
It doesn't help that you have bodily reactions every time you think about it, which might as well be every passing second. Squirming in place, taking a deep breath or sighing to ground yourself, pacing around the room, anything to get your mind off of the unnecessarily detailed dream of fucking your best friend your brain decided to present you on a random weekday like a cat bringing its owner a dead mouse.
It's even worse when you remember you promised Albatross to hang out today, having planned out a cosy movie night last week with great enthusiasm, no less. Bailing now would raise suspicion in more than just Albatross, honestly, and you would rather not be subjected to Lippmann's all-knowing smile a second more than necessary.
You can do this. You've pretended way worse things than feeling normal about someone.
Everything goes as planned after Albatross arrives. Snacks arranged, pillows in place, and blanket shared, the remote never leaving your greedy paws until the loading screen is displayed on the large screen. It's a movie from your favourite studio you haven't had the time to watch yet, animated yet handling mature elements in an engaging story and offering gorgeous visuals, perfectly in character choice for you.
Also, the perfect opportunity for you to fix your eyes somewhere and overthink everything involving the man who's sprawled on the couch right next to you, having the audacity to yawn at your carefully chosen pick.
Not even half an hour into the movie, Albatross speaks up.
"...... So. Are ya gonna tell me what's got you actin' all weird, or..?" He murmurs, pointedly keeping his eyes on the TV to make it feel more like a casual conversation rather than aggressive prodding that would put you on defense, shoveling some popcorn in his mouth.
Of course he would notice. You didn't expect anything less.
"I had a dream." You reply, a cryptic sigh leaving you. Lying is useless against him, especially with how well he knows you. It's better to withhold the truth as much as possible.
That's how being close with someone works, unfortunately. Quite inconvenient when you have something to hide.
Maybe you should've picked a movie that's more action centric to keep Albatross engaged so he would be distracted enough to not pick up on your predicament. Contrary to popular belief, he is scarily perceptive when it matters, able to sniff out details he cares for like a bloodhound, and of course, that applies to the cause of your iffy behaviour.
"It was about me, wasn't it?" He speaks up after a moment of silence, finally turning to look at you, shifting on the couch to face you fully for good measure, propping up an elbow on the back of the couch, and resting his cheek against his fist. "You're only actin' odd around me; like you want to avoid me, but also to avoid avoiding me at the same time, kinda."
You give him a non-committal hum to fill the silence while you think about how to go about this, though Albatross takes it as his cue to elaborate.
"What did I do, hm?" He scoots close, gently digging a finger in your side with his free hand, his other arm flattening against the back of the couch, fingertips brushing against your shoulder. "Did I use you as zombie bait in the apocalypse?" Cocking his head to the side not unlike a cat, he adds, "Oh! Did I point out that you wore your shirt inside out in front of a bunch of people instead of whispering it in your ear?" Then, taking on a mischievous tone, he cozies up to you, teasingly batting his lashes, "Or what, did you have a wet dream about me?"
He likely offered up such a ridiculous excuse to lighten the mood, not knowing he'd hit the nail right on the head. You cannot stop the way breath lodges in your throat, making only the slightest noise, the gasp itself barely louder than an inhale, but the split-second pause is all he needs for an answer.
"You did." He blinks, "You had a wet dream about me?"
Simply closing your eyes in surrender, you let your head fall back against the back of the couch with a muted thud.
You wish the impact would kill you somehow, just to avoid the following conversation, but the padding of the couch aside, his arm cushions the force in which you hit your head.
The silence is deafening, and in a moment of bravery, you crack open an eye to assess the damage.
".... Hey." Albatross prompts, lower lip sagging, "Was it like, bad, or something..?"
".... What?" Your face scrunches at the sheer idiocy coming out of his mouth. Which is nothing new, but the context has you distressed.
"Did I not manage to get it up?" He blurts out, the hand over your shoulders closing into a fist, lips tightly pressed together as if he's bracing for an impact. On his ego, probably.
"No!! What the fuck, 'tross—"
"Oh-kay, sheesh," he visibly relaxes, waving his fist in a victorious motion akin to a fist bump in the air, "Gave me a real scare there. That'd be embarrassing," he beams, the grin stretching his lips almost splitting his face in half. Then, much like the Golden Retriever puppies you've seen Chuuya eyeing on adoption websites, he all but pounces on you, excitement wafting off him in waves. "Babe, you gotta tell me all about it!!" Toppling you over successfully when you're unguarded and still trying to digest the situation, he effectively traps you beneath him with his arms framing your head, your shoulders digging into the armrest with the awkward position halfway between sitting up and lying down. "Was I any good, then? Oh, tell me I rocked your world!"
"I—" you blink, trying to find the words, "Huh..?"
"I need details. Now."
"Sorry, what exactly is happening right now?" You squint, trying to stabilize your spiking pulse, trying to sit up a bit more as if it will make you focus better. "You're not upset?"
"Far from it, really." Albatross shrugs, mouth curled into an easygoing smile, "Hyped would be one way to describe it, I guess. I mean, guess that's because the feeling is mutual. I had a dream or two or five about you myself, so..." he trails off, leaning in closer to your face, he whispers, "'m just curious about yours. Very curious. Don't you dare leave anything out."
He looks unfairly handsome with the lights from the colourful scenes of the movie reflecting from his face.
"You also dreamt of—"
"Yeah, yeah, I also dreamt of fucking my best friend. Total shocker, I know." Albatross waves you off without a care in the world, as if you're having trouble understanding the simplest concept in the world. "My turn now. Your turn later. I want details."
"I—" you swallow thickly, "Are you sure..?"
"Duh, why wouldn't I be?" A brief look of terror crosses his face as he asks, "I made you cum, right?"
You burst into laughter, a hand coming up to cover your mouth, "Yeah—" you shoot an exaggerated look at his crotch hovering over yours, "It was performing as intended, I assure you." You manage to choke out between giggles, melting further into the cushions once the laughter dies down. Albatross follows your movement, leaning down further into your space.
One of your hands reaches up to card your fingers through his hair before you can stop yourself, the gesture somehow feeling more intimate than any other that preceded it. "You were buck naked, for one."
"Right off the bat?" His mouth drops open. "No sexy foreplay, no strip teasing?" He looks awfully adorable when flabbergasted.
"Shut up," you half-heartedly kick at him, acutely aware of despite how close he is, breath fanning your face and all, he's still making sure you have a comfortable space between the two of you, as if he's giving you the opportunity to wriggle away if you don't want him crowding you. While you appreciate it, it also feels insulting, somehow.
"It started off with you thrusting into me." The memory of the motion alone is enough to fan the flames of arousal in your core, a familiar warmth blooming in your abdomen. In a feeble attempt to turn the tables even a tiny bit, you reach behind him, shoving a hand in his back pocket and pressing down, so his hips are flush against yours.
The strangled sound that rips from his throat counts as your victory.
"I cannot believe this," He clicks his tongue, chewing on his lip. "You animal." Albatross laughs, "Getting right to the good stuff."
"Gee, my apologies," you roll your eyes, sarcasm bleeding from your tone, "It's almost like I was dreaming rather than directing a porn clip."
A contemplative hum leaves his lips before he rolls his hips against yours gently, as if testing the waters; "Like this?"
"Harder," You gasp before you can stop yourself, mouth hanging open as a shiver runs down your spine. Albatross is quick to pick up on the cue, increasing the pressure with which he grinds against you, each movement feeling more intentional than the next. It's a struggle to keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head. Pulling him as close as possible with the intention of burying your face in the crook of his neck so he can't see all the embarrassing expressions you cannot control, though he doesn't let you, brushing his nose against yours and pulling back a bit to drive his point home.
The next moment you find your voice, "You had your sunglasses on, by the way," you tack on.
"The sunglasses stay on during sex?" he snickers at the absurdity, his honey brown eyes start shimmering in the low light with unshed tears from how hard he's holding back from full-on bursting into laughter.
"They're an iconic part of your look, okay?" you chuckle, a hint of defensiveness in your voice, "I remember the sunglasses because you tried sucking a hickey on my neck and it dug into my skin, and got crooked on your face."
"Good thing I don't have them on right now, then." His lips are on your neck halfway through your sentence, mumbling against your skin in between open-mouthed kisses with the occasional graze of teeth; "Not like they would've stopped me."
"Heh, figures," Sliding a hand through his hair, you grab a fistful of the blond locks, some gelled strands digging into your palm in a rougher texture compared to the rest as you crane your head to the side to give him more room to explore, guiding him over your pulse. "We just giggled about it before you chucked them at the nightstand and dived in to kiss me."
As if the hazy memories from the dream you recount are a direct order, plush lips press against yours, a low groan mixing in with a soft mewl. Your back arches off the couch to press yourself impossibly close to him as if there was any space left between you in the first place, and apparently, the feeling is mutual, judging by how you feel an arm sneaking under you, pulling you closer by the small of your waist.
"Did I use tongue?" Albatross doesn't bother fully pulling back to speak, voice low and raspy with desire, though it's not like you mind, only humming affirmatively.
"Huzzah," he huffs in triumph, tongue flattening against your mouth teasingly, his lips curling up when your lips part in invitation for him, and he wastes no time sneaking his tongue in your mouth.
It feels infinitely better than your imagination, to the point you cannot pinpoint where to focus.
His tongue is warm and wet, gliding against yours. His grip on your hip is firm and heavy like an anchor keeping you grounded, as if he's not pinning you to the cushions already. Heat pools in your stomach, slick coating your underwear and clinging to your inner thighs, and you absentmindedly curse both him and yourself for wearing light coloured bottoms. With how uncomfortable the wetness between your legs is getting — either due to lack of actual stimulation or because your underwear is sopping wet — you haven't a sliver of a doubt that there is a dark streak on both of your sweatpants putting your arousal on display.
Albatross pulls back, tongue lolling out with a string of saliva connecting you, and like any normal person, decides to cut it off with another, less sloppy kiss.
"... I think we might have to improv a bit," He swallows thickly, waving his fingers suggestively, "Gotta prep, right?"
An indignant whine leaves your mouth when he brings said hand towards his face — because how dare he take away the opportunity to keep your mouth busy with his fingers away from you — and you latch onto his wrist quicker than you thought possible, bringing his hand down to your mouth to take his middle and ring finger into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the digits, the cool metal of his rings against your chin a welcome change from the heat threatening to swallow you whole.
He rewards you with an audible gasp.
Keeping your hand on his wrist, right over his thunderous pulse, you meet his gaze fixated on you. Through half-lidded eyes and your foggy thoughts, you get your first clear look at him.
His hair is in even more of a disarray than usual from all the times your hands have messed up the strands. His braid is loose, hanging on for dear life to keep even the semblance of the shape it was in when he first arrived. You're not sure whether you pulled off his hair tie or if the elastic snapped off somewhere down the line. His face is flushed with a rosy tint, his baggy shirt halfway off his shoulders, the tent in his pants resting against your thigh, his chest rising and falling with his erratic breathing as doe brown eyes look at you with overwhelming affection, obvious even through the layer of lust.
Making sure to give his joints a gentle nip before letting his fingers out of your mouth, you smirk, "That good enough prep for you?"
"More than," he chuckles breathlessly, pointing below you with his eyes, "Can I?"
Despite the urge to give a smartass reply or tease him as you thought you would many times, the only word you manage to get out is a simple, raw, "Yes."
Albatross must be equally as eager, if not more, judging by the way he dives forward, mouth latching onto your collarbone and working down your chest as his hands trail down your body, fingers drawing soothing circles before you feel them toying with the elastic of your waistband, tugging and pulling before letting it snap back against your skin.
Craning his head up from your sternum, he shoots you a pleading look which you cannot quite decipher, though you answer nonetheless.
"What, getting cold feet?"
"Excuse you," Something akin to an offended squawk leaves his mouth, and he places a defiant bite on the curve of your breast. "You're so mean to me sometimes." He sighs, looking briefly like a soggy, dejected cat before he perks back up again, "Kinda into it, though."
"Wasn't the point of this to see if you can hold a candle to my imagination or something?" Tone taking on a teasing sneer, you raise an eyebrow, "I say you're falling behind on performance, 'Tross. I would've been a puddle on the bed five times over by now in my dream."
"Oh, yeah?" A rough hand sneaks past your underwear, giving your clit a light flick, sending a jolt through your entire body. "No prep, no foreplay, straight to penetration— I think you're missing a few pages in the scenario, sweetheart. That's not how this works." Two fingers dip between your folds, making sure to coat the digits in your arousal before prodding at your entrance, "Dream me fuckin' sucks. Can't believe I didn't even eat you out."
As if to solidify his point, he slides a finger in, pumping it in and out to test the waters before adding in another finger, curling them just right that your back arches off the cushions as if on command.
"Ah, 'Tross—" you choke, hips jerking into his hand on reflex, "Fuck—"
"We need to work on my image in your subconscious," he pouts, though he's not fully sulking, a mischievous glint ever so present in his eyes. "I'll stick to the script for now, but you better let me between your thighs and squeeze my skull 'till it cracks later."
"Mhm," you nod feverishly, the words alone sending a pang of pleasure to your core. "Please—" you grab his shoulder, clawing to get support so you can sit up.
Albatross, ever perceptive, picks up on what you want, and your eyes widen comically when he pulls you up effortlessly, stopping you from headbutting him with a hand on your neck, though not without sneaking in a short kiss.
As if that will be enough.
Mirroring his pose, you splay a palm on his nape to support yourself, crashing your lips into his, nipping and biting whenever you see fit, shuffling on his lap so you can sneak your other hand between your bodies to palm his dick through his pants, earning yourself a high-pitched whine.
"Whoa, aggressive much—" Albatross chirps jokingly, though he jolts in place when you give him a soft squeeze in retaliation, whatever other teasing quips he had in mind flying out the window before he could voice them. His fingers in you twitch along with his entire body, drawing a soft noise from your throat.
"We've already improvised so much," you start, catching his lower lip between your teeth, pulling back slightly before releasing it, "I'm sure it's fine if we take some other artistic liberties. Deviating from the source material isn't a crime, is it?" Hooking a finger in his waistband, you drag your finger down until his hip bone is visible, looking at him for any sign of discomfort or protest.
Instead, Albatross gently lifts you up by the hips so you can pull his pants down without struggle, setting you back down when you leave the fabric bunched up around his thighs.
Saliva pools in your mouth at the sight of his hard cock resting against his belly button, the tip flushed and leaking with precum — many thoughts buzzing in your head. About how much you want to taste the pearlescent drops from his tip on your tongue, about how much you want to close your lips around his tip and suck him off until he becomes a whining, whimpering mess even though the position you're currently in is not so ideal to execute your heinous plans, and how much you want to feel him one way or the other; whether it's his girth stretching your throat or your walls pulsing with need, or his tip tickling the back of your throat or your—
"Like what you see?" Albatross gives you a crooked grin, all boisterous confidence, leaning back on his hand to give you more room to stare.
Realising you have to swallow before you speak lest you drool all over him like a salivating dog, you do so. Quite audibly, too.
No, really. The noise itself is quite cartoonish.
Albatross throws his head back with a loud laugh, equal parts entertained and flabbergasted as he points to his erection with his chin, "'m guessin' that means I live up to your expectations?"
Pressing your lips in a thin line, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. It really can't get any worse, and you doubt Albatross would hold you being absolutely smitten with him against you. "... Down to the curve, really."
"Perv," he chuckles fondly, cupping your cheek tenderly and placing a kiss on your lips, then your jaw, then under your ear. You're beginning to think of him as an opportunist, given how frequently he's kissing you all over. You can't quite place whether it's because he has been holding back for so long, or because he's having some odd ideas like not being able to do this once this whole ordeal blows over.
"We don't have to go all the way, y'know?" He catches the soft skin of your neck between his teeth, playfully grinding his teeth before suckling hard enough to leave a mark.
In all your enthusiasm, you're most upset about both of you not having marked each other as thoroughly as you wanted to, but alas. Next time it is.
"I want to," you crane your head to press your lips against his temple before pulling back to meet his eyes, the vulnerable look in his gaze catching you by surprise. "And I want you to know this isn't a— I don't know. A fling, or a one-time thing." Despite being more exposed physically than you have ever been in front of someone, you've never felt more naked emotionally. "I know this," gesturing vaguely at the space between you, "...happened because of a wet dream, but I do have genuine feelings for you. Beyond lust."
"Me too." He blurts out all too quickly in a flurry of emotions ranging from relief to exasperation. "You're surprisingly dense when it comes to romance, you know?" He sighs, the tension in his shoulders bleeding from his frame with the exhale, "I mean, I get it. We've been close friends for so long on top of your romance receptors being busted, so I can't really fault you for not getting any of the hints I've been dropping, but still." a brief moment of silence later, "Though I think this is a conversation for when we're not half naked and on the verge of fucking."
"Looks like we got ourselves a subject of discussion for the pillow talk, then."
"I should go get a condom if we're gonna commit," Albatross nudges your cheek with his nose before setting you down on the couch, waddling away to his backpack thrown somewhere around the shoe rack in the entrance before you can fix him with an incredulous glare for the implications, though you try to refrain from overthinking it.
"Yes, men are all animals." The way he casually tears open the packaging with his teeth shouldn't be this attractive, nor should the way he rolls the condom down on himself in practiced motions be this distracting. "Yes, I've been carrying these around just in case, with you in mind, in case I get lucky— or to be a bro in case one of my buds needed it—"
"Shut up, 'Tross."
Locking lips once more, you finally, finally manage to sink yourself down on his cock with him guiding your hips, both your mouths dropping open with silent moans as you take a moment to still and bask in the feeling. It's a relief how easily he slides into you even without lube — you've been agonising over how you were going to compensate for the lack of it in case there was any need, though with how aroused and relaxed you are, combined with the prep Albatross insisted on providing with his deft fingers, it's not completely unexpected that you make the slide more than slippery.
Hesitantly, carefully pushing yourself up, you find that you still have full feeling in your legs, though you're sure it won't last long. Sinking back down just as slowly to get used to the feeling — and maybe to be a bit of a bully to both him and yourself, but whose business is that?
His, apparently.
"Don't edge me," Albatross whines, lower lip sagging in a pout, "I'll burst, I mean it."
"You're making it, nngh— really hard not to," you pant, picking up the pace despite yourself, losing yourself in the zaps of electrifying pleasure shooting up your spine with every thrust. "Feels so good—"
"Yeah?" Albatross seems to be dead set on egging you on, distinctly aware of the way you tighten around him whenever he speaks up. "I'll see how you'll beg me for help when you can't hold yourself up anymore." Even with the half-joking threat, he keeps a firm grip on your hip to assist in keeping you balanced, ever so benevolent.
"I can—" your voice wavers, "I can fuck myself on you just fine—" Contrary to your words, your muscles are already screaming in protest, threatening to give out even while chasing your high in a frenzy.
You're close, *so close*, but you can't be sure if you'll hold as well as you keep talking big.
"Your thighs are shaking already." Albatross' smile is all teeth, almost predatory in nature, bordering on feral as he leans in, nothing like the soft smiles or boyish grins he's been giving you up until now, "I might consider taking over now if you ask nicely."
On one hand, you want to be stubborn, to see your words through, to emerge victorious. On the other, the opportunity to lie back without a burning pain tearing through your muscles, melting into the pillows while Albatross rams into you relentlessly until you see stars, is being presented to you on a silver platter by the man himself.
The selfish side of the princess inside you that wants to be tended to and taken care of weighs heavier than the prideful side of you that only wants to rely on yourself.
The tears blurring your sight is the perfect tool to utilise to deal the final blow.
Reaching out, you cup his face gingerly with both hands, looking at him through your damp lashes, mustering up your best pleading expression, and, "Please make me cum, 'Tross."
Albatross looks like the cat that caught the canary.
Suddenly, the wind is knocked out of your lungs. You find your gaze on the ceiling, your back flush against the cushions as Albatross pins you down, and you barely realise the hand at the back of your hand to soften the impact by the time it pulls away in favour of throwing one of your legs over his shoulder.
"See, was that so hard?" A single thrust from him shakes you in place, tearing a pathetic mewl from your throat as tears of pleasure rush to your eyes, and you grab whatever is within your reach to ground yourself, which happens to be the blanket bunched up and abandoned a while back. "I've gotcha."
The worst part of it all is how he doesn't sound the slightest bit strained, even with how vigorously he's drilling you into the couch, curse him and his ridiculous stamina.
"'Tross—" you pant, blinking the tears away, hips twitching uselessly under his hold as he sets the pace at his discretion, loving kisses peppered along your neck, your fingers tangling in messy blond hair. Albatross seems to be happy just the way things are, judging by how loudly he is moaning in your ear. "I'm— ah, mmh— Albatross!"
"I've gotcha," he repeats, the hand on your hip tightening its hold reassuringly, nuzzling your neck, and somehow, that's what tips you over the edge.
With a choked cry, you throw your head back as the coil in your abdomen snaps in a haze of molten desire, white spots dancing in your vision as your nails dig into Albatross' shoulders, walls pulsing around his length and thighs trembling around his hips.
Albatross is not too far behind, judging by how his pace stutters, his breath growing more ragged by the minute.
While your legs feel nothing short of jelly, you let one drop from over Albatross' shoulder in favour of wrapping both legs around his waist tightly, rolling your hips into his to the best of your abilities, "Need you, 'Tross," pecking at his jawline, "Please—"
With a broken groan, he spills into you, riding out his high until he no longer can, his body settling on top of yours, going lax in your arms. His pull weight on you feels comforting, rather than suffocating. Even with his now soft dick still inside you, you can feel his cum dripping out of your cunt and onto the couch, though you cannot bring yourself to care about the details of how you're going to clean everything up.
The room is dimmer than you remember. A look to the side tells you that the TV has shut itself off after a long time of inactivity.
"We should clean up," Pressing your lips on his sweat-slicked brow, huffing when you're met with a resistant whine.
"Don' wanna," Albatross mumbles, pointedly burying his face in your neck.
"'Tross, we're sticky," You sigh, "The couch is sticky, everything is sticky."
No response.
"We can cuddle in bed more comfortably after we clean up," you tack on in a hopeful attempt at coaxing him out, "Pillow talk and all that."
It's funny how you can physically see him perk up at that. It's like you can see an imaginary tail wagging behind him.
a/n: surprise! here’s an appetizer for my stormbringer event :>
pm hcs: kisses with the flags!
✑ character/s: the flags (piano man, lippmann, iceman, albatross, and doc) x reader
✑ short desc: what are the flags like when showing their love to their most beloved?
✑ content includes: different kinds of kisses ; sfw ; separate members x reader ; no warnings, just pure fluff and romance
✑ word count: 1.6k words
piano man
ever the leader that he is, piano man finds that he has many priorities to tend to, but his number one will always be you — his kisses are reverent and worshipful, always ensuring you that nothing else in the world is more sacred to him than your shared love
his days will typically start off very busy at an instant. his first kiss to you is in the morning when he gets out of bed, a soft press of his lips to yours with the quiet murmur of a promise to come back home soon, yet the temptation to stay remains strong as you tug him back onto the sheets with a whispering plea for just five more minutes (how can he say no to you?)
there is a fragile sanctity present in every kiss that follows. he’ll make sure that you never forget just how perfect you are in his eyes, allowing himself to soak in the atmosphere of the moment as he takes his time with you, leading and guiding your lips to mold with his own
while his kisses may feel routinely at first, there’s a silent solace in knowing that he’s made you a part of his every single day. not a sun will pass over your heads where you aren’t in it, and god forbid a day comes when he’ll end it without you being the last thing he sees at night
no words are ever capable of expressing just how much you mean to him. you’re the real dollar among supernotes, something so special and irreplaceable
lippmann
for an actor, you often have difficulties telling whether or not his words and gestures mean anything towards others, but he promises that everything he says and does to and for you are always genuine — his kisses are passionate and sincere with nothing to hide
when he kisses you, it’s raw and unguarded behind any façade. there’s a kind of honesty in the loving press of his lips to yours that no one else will ever be blessed enough to witness, because such a thing is meant for you and you alone
though he doesn’t mind public displays of affection, his preferences always lean towards loving on you in private, be it in the comfort of your shared bedroom or in any empty corner of his film sets. both hands cup your cheeks and his brows furrow as he indulges himself in your lips, breathy sighs and the softest noises shared between you both as he lets himself linger in the taste of you
it’s never the same when he’s called to give kisses on sets — his best is reserved for you and you only, his beloved muse and inspiration for everything he does
and when you find yourself jealous of those receiving his kisses on set? goodness, he’s sure to make it up to you immediately after, pressing another kiss to your knuckles as both an apology and a promise to his only love
iceman
ironic to his name, the world around you melts away when iceman presses his lips to yours for a kiss — his kisses are tender and reassuring, and the unhurried nature of them always makes you feel like you’re home in his arms
ever the gentleman, he’ll always ask for your consent before pursuing your lips. he never wants to make you feel uncomfortable, usually holding your hand in the process or cupping your cheek to guide you
any affectionate action he takes towards you is warm, a stark contrast to his name. his kisses easily steady the racing beat of your heart, soothing any inner turmoil you may be carrying on your own
not once does he ever rush, often savoring the moment when it happens. his kisses speak of comfort with a lack of urgency, prioritizing the feel of the moment without thoughts of what could happen after
and when he feels like it, he’ll rest his forehead against yours with the softest sigh. no words are exchanged, but you can tell just how much he loves you so
albatross
albatross kisses you with the same enthusiasm as a high school boy would when he kisses his crush on the cheek for the first time — his kisses are playful and breathless, able to coax giggles from your lips between each peck and smooch
he sees you not just as his partner, but as his playmate. to him, you are someone who halves his sorrow when he is sad and doubles his joy when he is ecstatic. for that, he loves you so, and he promises to quarter your sorrows and quadruple your joys
his kisses will often come out of nowhere in an attempt to catch you off guard. you could be going about your day normally and you’d feel a pair of lips and accompanied by a loud “mwah!” right on the apple of your cheek (and you find yourself flustered every time)
he never forgets to give you a forehead kiss after putting your helmet on when you two go out for late night drives on his motorcycle — it’s his way of saying that yes, he’s a bit of an airhead, but he’ll always make sure to keep you safe no matter the situation
and when he presses his lips to yours, there’s always a laugh between bated breaths, and he can’t help but smile at how fortunate he is to share such a happy kind of love with you
doc
it is because of you that doc finds himself closer to the divine creator in his every waking moment, knowing that you, an earthly being, are the closest thing he has to touching heaven — his kisses are healing yet feverish, able to weaken your knees and make your head spin dizzily
he kisses you the same way he dresses the wounds of a patient — meticulous and attentive, taking note of every sigh and shiver that slips from between your lips
every kiss is a contradiction in itself. they are both soothing but desperate, soft but fiery with the kind of longing for more before being met with a relief that you two share. he never rushes, much the same way he approaches every surgical operation, and he’s precise enough with every movement that it makes you burn up
if he’s feeling playful enough, he’ll bite your lip teasingly, jagged teeth leaving little marks while you whine at the unexpected feeling (you can’t argue, however, not when you enjoy his antics so much)
after a long day of tending to other people, he lets himself be taken care of by you, his trust unwavering with a kiss to show that even when his life is in your hands, it’s you who he’ll always have faith in
a/n: i actually wrote this in the midst of having a panic attack during a practice session LMAO so take this as something of a word vomit of sorts (that i hope makes sense)! this is also the appetizer for my stormbringer event, so i hope you enjoyed reading this! :>
if god didnt want us to snort worms he wouldnt have made them cylindrical !
Yan! Albatross x reader
lowkey i was putting this one off a little cuz i got stuck, might be OOC i have not read stormbringer in a while (mbad lmAo), but hopefully its still enjoyable!! (bonus at the end when i was talking to my friend abt it)
WC; 867
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wild fire.
thats what youd compared albatross to, everytime youd see him. you seem to have a hard time placing how exactly he makes you feel about him. the time spent with him shouldve made you feel sure where you land but you're sluggish.
albatross has a certain wildness in him that was hard to come by and even harder to not get caught up in. when he pins you in compromising positions he was always so gentle, albatross had to have his hands and arms around you somewhere, he'd hug tightly then nuzzling the crook of your neck. it made your head spin little by little but youd fall into his touch easily.
he drove you anywhere and everywhere, varying speeds but always fast enough to make you have to cling onto him extremely tightly. albatross loves to hold you on his motorcycle, knowing at end of the hour of midnight, just the two of you would make out on it.
the uncomfortable mornings after before the sun would come up, youd have to remind yourself again and again, youre not dating. he tries and struggles with the repeated answer of 'no'.
so a pattern occurs, over and over; he would try to be less touchy, still take you out to wherever, charm, ask out. without the pure desperation clawing, you like being with him but you dont love him.
each time of having telling people the difficulties of explaining what your relationship is, it feels like its a lie, made to doubt yourself further as he sulks. Holding your breath when albatross gets intense. The jealousy rises up fast like all of albatross, never telling who can trigger it faster and or lethally. The blood splattering against your cheek as the horror of watching a person that you were just talking to get stabbed while you get moved away quickly by albatross.
the constant push and pull of the relationship made it harder to try and keep a purely platonic one. when the nights were quieter and you could think, all your attempts to come up with a way to drop albatross failed. the quiet would seep into your bones then snap you up with memories of the times he made out with you.
albatross would always give you something, size never mattering, as long as it kept you there a little longer. he'd get you anything, even if it meant doing it illegally (he'd always clean the blood right after, but sometimes he'd miss a spot).
the man always has to be near you, if anyone else seemed interested in you, he'd solve that issue up quickly. albatross's desperation got more intense in those moments, you couldnt leave him, would you???
late nights albatross would always manage to find his way into your home. bringing with him a fresh bottle of wine. cherrypicking his words sweetly, getting you to stay up way later than you wanted.
the feeling of getting tipsy setting in as you two laugh about anything while a busted up radio was playing somewhere.
Giggling against his shoulder with a big grin as albatross holds you steady, laughing with you while he brings you closer to him. he had to have self control, getting you drunk slowly to never be suspicious.
he loved it when his baby was all giggly, warming his heart up faster than any engine he could operate. the space you forfeited made him handsy, never taking it further if you were uncomfortable.
looking out the inky blackness that your window showed, yet the only thing you could think of was albatross' grin.
every day he could (most of them), albatross was with you. the place never mattered, even if he was supposed to be somewhere else. this action always lead to extra people finding out you exist, even if albatross doesnt run his mouth. those were the moments you were generally scared considering albatross' line of work.
sometimes it could be you alone in public (a slight rarity) or its albatross bringing you himself.
during those moments with people within his dangerous world felt like the world had gone still. The eyes that watched didnt have to speak their warnings, the air around his coworkers was telling enough. watching as he'd get dragged away by a taller man forcibly, the tension was always thick leaving you standing there while it tore away at your nerves. swallowing harshly at the thought of albatross's eyes never leaving your form, eyes blown wide open only hidden by his shades.
✦
the salty air hugging the both of you while the calm waters lapped at the sand. albatross holding you tightly, wanting to be close as possible. knowing exactly if he could, he'd merge his skin with yours to be forever one.
he smelt like smoke, leaving out the part where he bugged a threat’s car enough to make the ‘accident’ lethal.
moving your hair gently, albatross gave kisses along your now exposed neck. marking you to him as much as he could, while you stayed complacent.
you didnt love him, did you?
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a/n again hopefully i did him justice!! ive been all over the place esp with personal art so i havent really been writing all that much
Imagine Albatross not having a Valentine's this year, so when the flags and you meet at Old World after all celebrations he's even more talkative than usual and just kinda flirts with everyone that evening (pan alb my beloved).
Poor Albatross was feeling kinda lonely because everyone else had surely had fun on Valentine's Day, yet here he was: no date and sulking about it a little. So the night continues and everyone is starting to get a little tipsy. Centered around the billiards table everyone is watching as the game progresses, Albatross next to you. He looks at you as if to say something teasing again but this time you interrupt him before he can even start:
"you know, you really are like a puppy sometimes"
He's surprised for a second, "Aww it's cause you think I'm cute right~"
You giggle, "Sure" and pat his head twice, that was not what you had meant. But when he stares at you, wide-eyed at the affection he'd been missing, you do have to admit, he looks kinda cute right now.
You direct your attention back towards the table, Chuuya is winning, Lippmann's and Pianoman's faces are just centimeters apart. You look back to Albatross, who is still staring at you.
"you good?"
"huh, oh ... yeah", his eyes shifted away from you, he seemed sadder than before. "Can you do that again?", he asked quietly, still not looking at you.
I'm debating between leaving it open ended like this or actually continuing, so uh:
continue
leave it be
keep your hands off my button pls
Voting ended onFeb 22, 2025
Saw some headcanons of @\petitesmafia on Twitter and could help but mix it with the "7th Member of the Flags AU" @\ruutiii has been feeding us so well with for the past weeks
If it’s alright to do x reader, can you write about having a romantic relationship with the flags? I rlly liked your hcs so I thought to make a flags request ! Here’s some questions to help you out
-Can they cook? - Are they affectionate? -Cuddling, big spoon or little spoon? -Are they good at comforting you?
If you do not want to do this request, you do not have too! Please take your time I don’t mind!
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i had to pick this one up immediately despite me having so many drafts. im boutta eat this shit up, the flags are actually literally my favorite. ty for requesting this
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this is very long... it's 6 pages on my document right now...
pairing(s): The Flags (separately) x GN!Reader
cw: slightly suggestive for iceman and chuuya's, not proofread
desc: romantic hc's with the flags, the real question is though, can albatross cook? (spoiler: no, he can't)
Pianoman:
he’s always busy, but strangely enough, whenever you ask, he’s always free
for some reason, whenever you’re in the room you’re like… the only thing on his mind and he forgets whatever he was doing before
I can see pianoman being a huge sweetheart for some reason
like… He’s the leader of the Flags, but at the same time he kind of acts like a care-taker a little bit
he just cares very deeply for his comrades and you, of course
his love languages are quality time and acts of service, but he likes to receive physical touch
this man is touch starved, so please give him a little hug when he’s stressing over deadlines and being hard on himself (since he’s a perfectionist)
speaking of physical touch: he LOVES back hugs, receiving them and giving them
he’ll be looking over at some copies of fake notes that he was working on with a frown on his face and -oh- there’s his sweet little bug squeezing him so much that he completely forgot what he was doing (he doesn’t care though, he loves you)
he’s only really affectionate when you both have a moment alone, but he won’t complain if you want a kiss or for him to hug you for a moment
when you two are alone though, he likes to give you surprise kisses or hugs; tends to be really clingy sometimes depending on how tired he is, but if you want space, he’ll listen to you
I feel like sometimes though, if he does initiate PDA, he likes to tease you: if you’re sitting on his lap, he’ll put a hand on your thigh, but then it’ll slowly trail up a little bit higher when he thinks your not paying attention, if he puts his head on your shoulder while you’re talking to someone, he might leave butterfly kisses on the side of your neck
he likes to tease you for sure, and isn’t satisfied until your a tomato…
nicknames for him… I think he’d use nicknames that are a little dorky because he likes to embarrass you, saying: “love bug” or “hot stuff” or “steady” (really old ass, from the 50’s nicknames)
“ You know, (Y/N) likes to call me studmuffin,” he brags to Chuuya, nudging the poor boy on the elbow.
“ Please leave me alone.”
I had to make the stupid reference… im sorry LMFAO
but when he’s feeling a little romantic, he’ll call you “honey”
he’s definitely good at comforting you, considering that he literally drops everything just to pay attention to you
will study every detail on your facial expression the moment that you walk in the room, but if you’re in a bad mood he won’t push you
gives you a back hug and a small kiss on the side of your head and asks if you’re ok and if you want anything
listens if you want to vent, or will leave you alone if you want. Anything you need? He’s there to take care of you.
just want to cry and lay down for a bit, that’s fine with him. He’s not the best singer, but he tries to hum to you
can he cook? He can, but I can also see him just preferring to order take out
at the end of the day, he tends to just be really tired, so cuddling up on the couch with you and some take out is enough for him (if you cook, even better, but he might want to help because he feels bad)
he’s a big spoon
when I saw that question I was like: How does this man sleep? In my brain, he’s a side sleeper, and he’d prefer to be the big spoon
when he’s drifting off to sleep, he likes to whisper sweet nothings to you
though, does he sleep? No not really, you have to drag him way from his desk and if he doesn’t budge just kiss him on the forehead and tell him to join you (he’ll end up joining you like 5 minutes later)
in conclusion, sweet bf, but also busy and tired (please give him forehead kisses)
Lippman:
Lippman is romantic as fuck
like you cannot tell me he’s got the rizz, Doc literally said he has a silver tongue (what else that tongue do *cough*)
he’s always holding your hand in his
his hands are very warm and gentle, and when he holds yours, he’s holding it very gingerly, not tugging too hard and only squeezing your hand to comfort you
love languages are gift giving and physical touch, he loves receiving words of affirmation
being an actor with may fans abroad, he hears a lot of praise from others, but none of their words mattered nearly as much as yours do
like you could just be complimenting him on how he styled his hair one day, and it’s like… the only thing he’s talking/thinking about
early on in your relationship together, he was quite shy actually: didn’t really initiate affection because sitting next to you made him feel nervous, but one day you grasped for him hand and now he just never let go
like I’m telling you, if you two are at home, he will not let go of your hand (even when he’s cooking)
speaking of cooking, he’s an amazing cook, but he’s also (similar to pianoman) busy as hell
he often likes to cook with you, enjoying your presence and closeness as you both work together to make a nice meal
he’s fine with PDA, but only if it’s PG… like he gets shy kissing you on the lips in public, but he’ll hold your hand (because he loves your hands :) )
if you initiate PDA, he won’t complain though
he’s far too shy to tell you no, and he also enjoys making you happy
seeing you happy makes him happy
nicknames for you are old romantic, but not in a dorky way. He likes to use nicknames in a different language sometimes: “mon cherié”, “cariño”
he also definitely uses “darling” and if he’s in a more excited mood, he calls you “sunshine” or “my flower”
“ There’s my pretty sunshine!,” he’d smile, as you’d run up to him and give him a hug.
comfort from him is >>>
he seems shy, but when he gets worried about you, he sort of goes into mom mode
he’s a little pushy, but if he notices you’re upset, he stops immediately
will hold you if you’re upset, and he has a sweet voice, so hearing him talk or sing will calm you down immediately
after comforting you, he’d take care of you for the rest of the day
you have work to do at home? No, you don’t, he’s going to make you tea and tell you how well beautiful you are
I can see him being very strict about his sleep schedule
he cringes at the thought of himself having wrinkles because he slept the wrong way, so he tries to go to bed at a certain time and wakes up at a certain time (mafia orders and job stuff are an exclusion though)
sometimes he goes to sleep earlier than you do, but he doesn’t mind if you interrupt him to crawl under his arms
for him, he definitely prefers to face you his sleep: he can see you face when he wakes up and nothing will make him happier
if he’s really tired though, he might like burying his head in your chest as your massaging his head with your hands
he’ll let out a soft groan before falling right to sleep
he doesn’t mind holding you either though: you being the little spoon or resting your head on his chest
likes to kiss your eyelids before he goes to bed ;;-;;
soft romantic bf, can be shy, but he tries this best to make you happy
doesn’t care just as long as there’s a smile on your face
Iceman:
Iceman is very much a lone wolf, but with you it’s “I literally hate everyone else, but I will give the world to you”
he can and will kill for you, rest assured you are very protective
though despite his rough exterior, he’s a kind man
honestly, he doesn’t really care so much for PDA, but he gladly accepts any form of affection you give him
he’s most likely not the one that initiated it, but the only time’s he does is if he’s talking with the others: he often gestures for you to come over to sit on his lap (and you do so, because who would say no-)
or if he doesn’t initiate PDA, it’s usually out of jealousy or to show people that your his
like let’s say you’re talking with someone for a bit too long, he’s probably going to slide a hand on your waist and giving you a soft kiss on the cheek, telling you that you both have to leave (you got no where to go, he’s just wants you attention instead-)
this man has the best kisses, like if anything those are what make your heart flutter the most
it doesn’t matter what kind of kiss he gives you: one of the cheek, a short peck, etc, it still makes you feel somewhat flustered and a tomato (which he grins at)
he doesn’t seem like the type, but he likes to tease you in more of a subtle way.
You were putting on a pair of pants and adjusting them at your hips: zipping up the front zipper and button. You then reached over to the side to find a belt, only to realize that it wasn’t there. Suddenly, hands slipped around your waist and you realized that Iceman was doing you belt for you.
“ These pants compliment your waist quite well,” he whispered gently into your ear. It almost sounded like a bit of a growl. You felt your chest flutter as you let him do his thing. Though before anything else happened, he buckled your belt together and slipped his hands away, walking away as if nothing happened.
nicknames for you are simple. He doesn’t want to do anything more ambitious and he feels proud that he can call you simple nicknames: “love” and “babe” or “baby”
those nicknames make you feel flustered either way… so I mean
He notices you trying to reach something that was on the top shelf, but stops you. Getting you off the counter, and reaching for it himself,” Let me help you, Love.”
he’s the kind of man that lana del ray writes in her music *cough*
he LOVES YOUR WAIST: he’s always touching it
sometimes he’ll place a gentle hand on the side of your waist while passing you, he’ll take any chance he can to pick you up by the waist (and sit you down on the kitchen counter *cough*), slow dancing with his hands resting just a top your hips while you both listen to his old records
he’s just… always touching ur waist all the time
likes to do a lot of the heavy work for you like if you’re moving something large, or carrying bags
he only does it because he knows you’re entirely capable, he just doesn’t want you to ever lift a finger if he’s around
love languages are physical touch and acts of service
he’s a sweet comforter, but he most likely doesn’t say much
he’s always listening and he’ll do whatever you ask of him, but he just prefers actions over words
will hold you until you fall asleep if you were crying, he wipes your tears too :(
will not feel rested until your completely asleep next to him
the way he holds you is definitely you laying on his chest with your ear to his heart while he’s lying on his back with an arm slung around your waist
definitely does that really sweet thing where he’ll caress your side in circles
he smokes before he goes to bed, but if it bothers you, he’ll stop (or just smoke outside)
always makes sure that before he leaves for work that you’re awake (even if you’re half-awake), happy, and with a cup of tea/coffee
conclusion: lone wolf kind of lover aka everything that I want *cough*
Doc:
I feel like in a romantic relationship to him, there are very few moments where it seems romantic to the public eye
though in between you two, I can see it being very shy love
he tends not to initiate much affection, but you can quite literally see it in his eyes that he’s begging
at first, it seemed rather creepy and you thought he didn’t like you all that much, but in reality he was just silently asking for your attention
Doc is the kind of person that stands… really really close to you, so much that you’re a little bit uncomfortable and when you turn around and look at him, he smiles
he doesn’t initiate PDA at first, allowing you to show affection
he loves receiving head pats from you, it makes him feel proud of himself
though, when he started getting comfortable between the two of you, he likes to lay on you
like I’m talking… laying on your thighs, head on your shoulder, he likes to lean on you
since he’s rather sickly, he tends to be really cold quite often, so to him, you’re his personal heater
isn’t one to kiss you on the lips unless he’s feeling really passionate: a kiss on the cheek or on the forehead is enough for him
usually prefers to receive affection then give it, BUT he’s working on it, and for now standing next to him is enough
love language is very much quality time
he just likes to sit next to you, even if you’re not touching or saying anything
the silence with him is always comfortable with him, doesn’t matter what you’re both doing
the nicknames that he uses are really simple, but weird, yet strangely sweet like “happy pill” or “bug”
As he enters your room, he crosses his arms as he looks around for you. “ Hey, where’s my happy pill…WOAH-!”
You quickly tackled him into a hug. Though not hard enough for him to fall over. Doc let out a small smile as you hugged him albeit a little roughly.
his comforting doesn’t really come out very often
for example: let’s say you get injured
he’ll turn into a completely different person, rather serious and focused when he’s treating you
but if you are in pain, he’ll be holding onto you gently as he’s trying to patch you up
he hushes you if you wince from the pain
can he cook? Nope, and he doesn’t really try to either
because he’s a doctor, he tends to be busy and doesn’t really have much time to take care of himself
so either his subordinates deliver food to him, or you deliver him food (which he’s very grateful for)
I can see him being the kind of person who sleeps on his back, or on you… like from earlier
he’ll very easily fall asleep on your lap if you hand is touching his hair, but to be honest he’ll sleep anywhere
this man does not sleep, so if you offer your shoulder for him to lean on, he’ll most likely knock out
he takes naps anywhere… sleeps anywhere, so it’s quite hard to get him to sleep in a bed
anyways, if you’d like to sleep next to him, he usually lifts his arms so that you can nuzzle into his side as he lies on his back
if you’re too scared to be near him though, he might just hold your hand as you both fall asleep next to each other
he likes watching you sleep though, so sometimes he’ll just prop himself up on a pillow with a book while holding your hand in his other
in conclusion: he’s a quiet and sweet lover
Albatross:
PUPPY LOVE PUPPY LOVE PUPPY LOVE
he quite literally follows you every where
you’re going to the store? Ok, he wants to take you for a ride on his motorcycle. You’re going to go get some coffee at that cafe downstairs? He’s already throwing on his jacket. You’re just getting up to go get another snack? Well, he’s not going to let you leave his arms, so up he goes with you.
he’s always hugging you, doesn’t matter what you’re both doing
greets you with a hug, says goodbye with a hug, will just… hug you if you’re standing within proximity of him
I can also see Albatross taking his little furry jacket vest thing and putting it on you, as well as his sunglasses
no, you cannot argue with him, he’s going to do it anyways if you’re both having a casual moment together
as you can see from just now, he LOVES PDA
he loves to receive it, loves to give it
he’s always holding your hand, or waist, or has his head on your shoulder or on top of your head if you’re standing in front of him, is always hugging you
once again, no you cannot argue with him, he will probably cry, you haven’t tried to argue with him though… but you have a feeling that he would cry
sometimes you tend to forget that he’s behind you, and someone will end up pointing it out (usually Chuuya… the other Flags are used to it)
he lets you braid his rat tail and doesn’t take it out until you do, and you only take it out if you want to redo it
love languages are physical touch and quality time, he loves to receive physical touch back (please hug and kiss him, he enjoy it even if it’s a small thing)
can and will take you out for his midnight drives and shenanigans
once dragged you out of bed so that you could both go to the beach and run into the water (you were both still in your night wear, but seeing him laughing and smiling made you happy too)
he likes driving a lot faster than normal just so that you can cling onto him, his makes butterflies go absolutely HAM in his stomach
nicknames for you are cutesy, he doesn’t really like traditional nicknames and sometimes they remind him of Lippman and it makes him cringe
he likes to call you “Dumpling” or “Marshmallow”… maybe he’s just hungry, I don’t know
“ Dumplin’, can you pass me the wrench that’s in that toolbox next to you over there?”
speaking of wrenches, he feels happy whenever you visit him at his garage
you can just sit there and listen to him talk for hours on end while he fixes things up
he leaves his toolbox next to you on purpose just so that you can hand it to him
I can imagine that if you hand him a tool and he’s laying on his back under a car on one of those rolley cart things
instead of reaching out for it with his hand, he’ll quickly roll up and take it from you, but not before swiping his stained hand on your cheek and giving you a quick kiss
he’s just silly… and he likes to give you little form of affection
DO NOT LET THIS MAN COOK OH MY GOD
he may be great at cars and boats and planes, but do not let him cook
he will somehow find a way to burn the kitchen by just touching the pan with the stove off
though despite being a shitty cooker, he’s a big foodie
he loves to eat literally everything and tries new things because he heard a review
if you bring him to a new restaurant, he’ll be taking photos of his food and be reviewing it as he eats it
I can see him sleeping sprawled out on the bed, if you join him, he’ll unconsciously cling onto you like a magnet
he’s a pretty deep sleeper, but he’s always looking for you in his sleep
if you leave, he’ll whine and try to look for you even if with his eyes closed
in conclusion: he’s very much in his puppy love era, and his face is always red when he’s talking to you… he’s a blushy boy around you
Chuuya:
he’s very much a tsun, so it might be quite hard for him to get close to you, or even show affection
though, just know that despite how much he acts like he doesn’t like your affection, he recretly loves it
he fell first and harder mind you
he treats you like literal royalty behind closed doors though
Chuuya’s not really one for PDA, and he’s not going to initiate it under any circumstance
the only reason is because he has a tendency to want to continue to show his rough exterior out in public
he can get kind of awkward if you initiate it, but will relax into it after a while
though, when he greets you in public he’s a gentlemen: he’ll even kiss your hand and lead you places by the hand sometimes
though that’s about it
behind doors though, he’s… so clingy
bike the moment that you close the door, he already has his arms around your waist
if he kisses you anywhere, it’s on your neck, and he does it in the most dramatic way possible
he’ll take one of your hands in his as he’s behind you and he’ll let out a short breathe on your neck before kissing gently
don’t get him wrong though, he still loves to kiss your lips
if anything, he’s addicted to your taste
love languages are gift giving and acts of service
I just know this man will literally get you anything just to make you happy
expensive jewlery? No problem, baby. You want that coat that’s over a thousand dollars? It’ll be in your closet in a couple of days.
this man is loaded so… (MAKE HIS POCKETS HURT)
he definitely does a lot of things around the house if he’s not busy
the moment that he’s home, all house chores as his now and if you argue with him, he’s going to sit you up on the kitchen counter and uh… yeah.
anyways, he likes to help around the house when he can: if you made dinner, he’s doing the dishes. Even if he made dinner, no, sit down, he’s still going to do the dishes
he simply just doesn’t want you to lift a finger and wants you to sit pretty on the couch and enjoy yourself for a moment
speaking of cooking, yes… he can cook and he’s REALLY good at it
he had no former way of teaching himself other than wanting to find a new hobby, and oh my god if the dishes that he makes aren’t literally amazing
he enjoys cooking dishes that go well with his wine depending on what he felt like drinking from his collection
nicknames that he uses are simple and easy, but they get to the point. He’ll use nicknames like “doll” or “sweet stuff”; not as simple as ice man, but he likes them
He wraps his arms around you as you were cooking dinner,” How was your day, doll? Whatcha makin’?”
I can see him comforting a lot similar to iceman
he’ll listen quietly to literally anything you ask
if you want to be held, he’ll lay down on the couch and hold you in his arms as you’re laying down on top of him
will use his ability to make you both float away from the surface for a moment: something that he used to do that always calmed him down
he likes to caress your hair, so let him when he’s trying to comfort you.
if he’s sleeping with you, he’s definitely a spooner and he is the big spoon
he snores for sure, but he never loosens his grip if he’s holding onto you
❐ - albatross (bsd) with a reader who got their period
note ; first non yandere post on my blog so far, actually. i just saw the cutest reddit story ever through a tiktok soo here it is!! ohhh, and the people in that story got married by the way!! been married for over 10 years, and i almost started sobbing it was sooo cute!!!
prompt ; the reader realizes they accidentally bled through their pants while a meeting took place.
warning ; crack/fluff, reader in albatross not yet dating, flag!reader, blood cuz of periods and all, afab reader, chuuya's just not mentioned/pre stormbringer??
masterlist - rules - previous work
well.. this sucked.
after quickly excusing yourself from a meeting and rushing into the port mafia's washrooms as soon as you felt what you think you felt, it turned out you were right. not only were you right, but there was blood on your clothing, too.
thankfully no one else at the meeting noticed, but it didn't help a whole lot, considering there was still a red stain adorning your clothes.
there were almost no options. you could maybe go to doc, the medical supervisor of the group, which wasn't that bad of an idea. although, you'd have to go back into the meeting room, and the blood would be obvious. plus, you kind of avoided talking to doc, and the rest of the flags.
not that they were scary or anything.. but they were. lippman and albatross made an effort to speak with you, and sometimes even piano man spoke to you. doc often commented on your words or actions, sometimes annoyingly, but never spoke to you much. iceman never spoke to you or commented on anything, always laying low, but he didn't seem like a bad guy.
but instead of thinking about how you felt about your peers, why don't you think instead about your current situation? maybe it could be worse, because at least nobody saw.
maybe you could ask a female member of the mafia? but no one else was in this part of the building, only the rest of the flags and a few others. you had no idea who those others were, but there was good chance it wasn't a female member, soo..
you were in the bathroom for well over five minutes. you spent most of that time peeking down the hall, waiting for a female member to walk over so you could wave them down and ask for help. after minutes passed by, no one came. maybe it was better none than the worst, right? at least it wasn't someone loud and talkative, or ---
"y/nnnn! helloo?" a voice sang out.
okay, maybe you were wrong. it was someone loud and talkative. albatross. you hid behind the door and got out of his sight, but unluckily for you, the door was loud, and he noticed. "wait, don't close the door! what's wrong? why were you gone so long?" he was a little late, so the door already closed, but it didn't stop him from leaning against the door and yelling out to you. "hello? what's wrong?"
you hid behind the door and spoke, "i am begging you, please go get another girl from the other side of the building." you muttered through the door separating you two. "no way, piano man is gonna get pissed at me if i take any longer! can't you tell me what's wrong?" god, how screwed could you get?
"please? it's really important, he'd probably understand if he knew." not that you had any intention of telling him, but you just needed albatross to call a female member for help. "why can't you tell me? come out!" you peeked your head outside the door again, keeping your lower half hidden for obvious reasons. "oh.. you need that?"
you sighed in frustration and relief, or maybe a mix of the two. a part of you hoped he knew what you were talking about. "what is 'that'?"
"you know! ..that." albatross continued, not being clear with you at all. in a frustrated sigh of annoyance, you nodded rapidly and hoped he knew, because at this point, you didn't care. "okay, okay, hang on, i have one!" you looked at him confused. he had one? he didn't really strike you as the type of guy who kept feminine products on him at any time.
and then he pulled it out. 'it' being a safety pin. albatross handed you the safety pin from his pocket. "...what am i supposed to do with this?"
"...close it up?" he shrugged, just as puzzled as you were. was he serious?? did he expect you to use a safety pin? "with all due respect, how the hell am i going to do that?!" you whisper yelled, trying not to make loud noise down the empty hallway.
"you don't know how to use a safety pin? it's easy..?" albatross looked at you weird, taking back the pin back and messing with it in his hands. "i thought your clothes ripped or something. isn't that what you meant?"
oh. this dumbass.
"you idiot, no! i need something else! not that!" you resisted the urge to smack him, instead facepalming. "it's a girl's thing! that's why i asked you to call a female member!" albatross just watched you facepalm, feeling guilty and clueless for bringing you a safety pin. he actually understood what you needed now - considering the look of realization on his face was priceless. maybe not at the moment, but looking back on it later, it'd definitely be something to laugh at.
"..oh! okay, i'm sorry, i had no idea you meant that!" you could see his eyes widen under his tinted glasses. now he knew. "i'll be right back, i think i know what to do..?" and before you could say another word, he ran off, leaving you in the bathroom by yourself again. you had to admit, you appreciated his efforts.
and two minutes later, you heard footsteps growing louder, and then knocking at the door. "y/nn, come out please, i have your thing!" you laughed to yourself out of relief, and peeked back outside to see albatross with a first-aid kit in one hand and a pad in the other. "i took the whole kit and found it," he explained, his hand shaking while he handed it to you. "here, take it."
"why's your hand shaking?" you asked him, gratefully taking the pad from his hand and putting it in your pocket for the meantime. "i've never touched one before..?" it was funny, seeing him distressed over holding the product. you laughed, turning to go back inside and close the door.
"wait! y/n," albatross stopped you, and you turned around. "here, take this to cover up, you know.." he shrugged off his jacket, handing it to you while looking away. "thank you, albatross." you smiled at him, returning to go do what you needed to.
two minutes passed, and you were about to walk out. it was a little weird, because you never heard him leave. you opened the door, and there he was, waiting. he saw your puzzled face, basically reading your mind and proceeded to answer the question he knew you were about to ask. "i figured i could walk you back to the room..?"
"sure," you smiled at him, starting to walk down the hallway and back to the room where you excused yourself from earlier.
of course, you got a scolding from piano man, but you didn't care all too much. it was hard to focus on his words when your mind was on albatross. and his eyes were on you.
Ello pixyys! I have a request BUT PLEASE DO THIS AFTER YOU'VE FINISHED ALL OF YOUR HOMEWORK AND FINALS!!! AND TAKE YOUR TIME PLEASE I DON'T WANT YOU BURNING OUT!
so for my request, can I request the Flags with a reader who really likes classical music and hates any sacrilegious-ness and they are able to play the piano and other instruments too? And they have really good classical music knowledge and can name any piece in like a few seconds- wait why am I sounding like I'm describing myself ;-;
ANYWAYSSS stay safe drink water get enough sleep I love you mwah
— artistic elegance.
bsd characters with a reader who likes classical music, plays various musical instruments and despises sacrilege. (fellow twosetters, iykyk👀)
ft. the flags + some small extras at the end :)
warnings/notes. gn! reader
💌HII SILVER!! thank you for the request!! and aa tysm i love you too <33 i love that gif! bsd wan gives me life (´͈ ᵕ `͈ ) also! i'm still not that familiar with the flags' personalities, so they might be a bit ooc :" but i hope this is up to your expectations!
piano man
piano man is a cultured gentleman! he may not be as well-versed in classical music as you do. but he might know one or two of the popular pieces.
this man is a man of whimsy and cruel elegance. needless to say, he respects art and delicacy. and more than all, he is drawn to your immaculate and refined taste in music.
he loves hearing you talk about your interest! from your long rambles about a particular piece to small trivia about concerts and the likes.
he will reassure you that he's not using piano wires to strangle people (lmao)
please please please make a joke about how "piano man" can't play the piano (silver iykyk haha)
if you're willing, piano man will be interested in learning the piano from you. at least to honour his name (it's just his ploy to spend more time with you <3)
he'll come to your concerts and see you play if you're performing in one <3 alternatively, you both go to orchestras and classical music concerts together
he's also canonically fastidious, so he respects perfection. he's inwardly proud if you're very dedicated to your practices. he likes hardworking people.
however! he'll know when to stop you when you're overworking yourself. when your eyebrows start to crease and that gleam in your eyes whenever your fingers dance on the piano keys fades away, he'll silently approach you, gently reaching for your hand and pressing a kiss on your cheek.
"you've done enough, love. you're amazing. you'll do splendidly."
does stopping you from practising 40 hours a day count as sacrilege? probably. as much as he hates upsetting you, piano man is willing to commit any sin if it's meant for your well-being and safety </3
lippmann
another chap who's fairly familiar with classical music. i'm sure some of his movies use classical music as soundtracks, and at some point, he has most likely acted as a musician character.
very intrigued by your extensive knowledge of musical instruments and classical pieces. he will definitely ask you for some pointers for when he has to act in a musical performance scene.
oh boy. the poor guy doesn't know what he signed up for.
"your wrist is too low. your bowing looks off," you comment as you both watch a particular scene where he act-plays the violin.
from then on, he takes your suggestions and corrections very seriously, which he is very grateful for because they help his acting career too.
more than anything though, lippmann doesn't want to upset you by committing "sacrilege"—as you like to call it.
you can teach him, let's say, a violin, or any other musical instrument. alternatively, you can take crash courses together as cute little dates <3 (all the more opportunity to flex your skills and impress him haha)
he's doing it very well, though. he's a fast learner. it's almost unfair how he has a natural talent for almost everything; from acting to negotiation skills.
he is.. very pretty.. regardless if people recognize him as a popular actor or not. so you may start regretting it when everyone from the course is starting to crowd him lmao. maybe this is not a very good idea after all,,
but! imagine this:
it's well-known that lippmann's music-acting is getting more realistic and accurate. there's this particular scene in a romance movie he starred in that causes quite a ruckus among his fans: the character he acted is playing a piece dedicated to his beloved. but his act-performance is just so 'full of love' and everyone goes crazy over it. when an interview session asks him about how he did this, he just smiles into the camera and,
"oh, i did picture a special person during that scene. they've helped me a lot, and i'm very grateful for them. you can say that 'performance' was dedicated for them."
i digress. but i'd simply die lmao
oh well, the internet will go crazy, again. "hit actor lippmann's secret muse!?" as said by the headline of the tabloid magazine. but eh, as they said, all's well should end well.. probably.
albatross
no matter how i see him, albatross is a menace (lmao)
he's likely to not know a lot about classical music and musical instruments in general. but hey! trying is also a love language.
probably gets curious when you are practising. after you explain to him the basics, there is a high chance he'll go "oh! as i expected, you're very amazing! i think i'll go for the triangle instead." 💀
he's just very impressed at whatever you're doing. you pulled off a particularly difficult, or just a so-so piece? "woah! that is so cool!" you somehow manage to name any classical piece playing within five seconds? "what kind of sorcery are you doing?!" you're going on a long ramble about how a movie depicted orchestras and piano-playing very very wrongly? albatross has no idea what you're talking about. but whatever you're doing, don't stop. he likes seeing you all happy and enthusiastic. there's something about how your eyes light up or how a smile bloom on your lips. they never fail to make his day brighter.
this man is competitive. at one point, he will start listening to classical pieces and make it a competition on who can name a piece's title whenever there's one playing. of course, he loses, every time. can't forget that time he called Franz Liszt's Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2 "that one tom and jerry song."
"it's a piece, not a song, albatross."
"but it's still in tom and jerry."
well, he's not wrong, technically.
albatross will probably get excited (and be embarrassing), gushing over you if he ever comes to see you perform in a concert or the like. "look at them! they're so cool!" he'll half-whisper to anyone sitting close to him until he receives several warning glares for being noisy. oh well, at least he knows not to clap during auditions.
please prevent this man from doing any more sacrilege (lmao i keep on slandering him, sorry albatross you're a real one for this </3)
iceman
this man canonically likes to drink coffee and listen to records—a side only a few people know, and you're one of those few people.
he listens to a variety of genres, and classical pieces vinyl take up considerable space in his collection. he may be the closest to being fairly knowledgeable in classical pieces as you are.
he might not be the type to play a musical instrument himself. instead, he adores hearing you play. not that the recordings are bad, but your playing is just much more relaxing and the sounds flow better to his ears.
maybe above all, it's your presence that he finds peace from. either way, iceman is glad he can know someone who shares an overall similar interest with him.
you both can go to a record store! watch him just chuckle in amusement whenever you perk up as the store plays a classical piece, then immediately recognize the piece's title. he finds your enthusiasm cute. and not to mention, that broad knowledge is impressive. even he can't remember that many classical pieces.
he will be very grateful if you shove a good amount of music recommendations to him, or make a playlist for him! iceman might just listen to it in his free time because they remind him of you <3
in terms of sacrilege, he doesn't really mind much and leans on the more chill side. oh? that movie you're both watching is playing a very badly acted orchestra scene? he finds the way you internally cringe amusing. but iceman understands how such things really upset you, so he'll be there to listen to your rambles and criticisms.
all in all, he's a very chill but loving guy <3
doc
he is mostly ambivalent about classical music and musical instruments. but as a doctor, he knows well that classical music is scientifically proven to be able to reduce stress and alleviate anxiety.
for that reason, he might know one or two things about classical music. but nothing too in-depth besides the fact it has some therapeutic effects to it.
hence! it's the perfect opportunity to tell him everything you know! (and flex when you're at it)
"doc! don't you know that not all classical music is relaxing? for example this one-"
he watches curiously as you show him a recorded piece, the '1812 overture.' he did expect and somewhat know that there are fast-paced and energetic classical pieces out there. but he did not expect canon fires incorporated into the piece.
"this sounds like it'll give people from the mafia anxiety instead."💀
but yeah. as someone who studied a lot, and used to be a student before being a doctor, he seems like the type who appreciates knowledge very much. he is intrigued by the tidbits of occasionally out-of-pocket trivia you casually bring up.
all the same, he likes listening to you play after he's done with his work, or during his day off. being a doctor can be more stressful than being on the front lines, as there are many injuries he had to treat as soon as possible, and he has to handle occasional foolish and careless individuals who don't heed his warnings.
but! doc, hence his name, is a doctor. he will not take it kindly if you're pushing yourself with your practice, or being too anxious about an upcoming concert or performance. while not musically adept enough to help you with practices, doc will try his best to calm you down, reminding you that fatigue can ruin your concentration too. he's heard you play and practice multiple times, so he reassures you that all you need is just rest and you'll ace the performance.
all things considered, he just really cares for your well-being <3
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♡ extra! ♡
adam will take you to a museum of musical instruments. fascinating. you can see not only today's instruments, but also pianos, violins, and cellos over the years. this man can and will give you elongated lectures about each instrument. fun and informative!
chuuya is very extra himself, and he will do the same in handling your interest; if you want, he'll take you to equally very extra operas and concerts, where you all dress up fancy and wear those nifty galilean binoculars to see the stage. classy!
verlaine probably doesn't understand why or how you grow to like music, particularly classical music very much. but! he is fond of how you're very passionate about it, and not sharing the same interest won't stop him to ask you for a dance—a slow waltz only yours and your own to share with him. during late nights after private dinners, he sways you gently, holding you close; whether with a piece playing in the background or just the sound of your hums and heartbeat. your steps may be clumsy or hesitant, but he will catch you before you stumble.
end notes. aaand that's a wrap! not me imagining date scenarios with each one of them lmao. was in a very fluffy mood haha! had a lot of fun writing this
