#&& ic / give all to the present for the sake of the future

[aetherose]

This is the face of a woman who is not qualified for motherhood or mentorhood and is interested in neither. But she has thus far been dragged into helping raise her girlfriend's wyvern.

[aetherose]

Nanami nods several times as her eyes sparkle at Yulia's seeming acceptance of her request, the girl jumping up and down in excitement. She can play fun games and laugh at silly memes with the humans she adores so much!

"Yes!!! Oh, this is going to be so great!!! Nanami knows all kinds of places where we can probably find archives of memes and games— I also have some old gaming consoles too to play a them on! And we can go find more! If they're broken Nanami can just fix them!"

Don't doubt her ability to do so. She can. This girl is talented beyond what you'd expect.

"Nanami can get out her game collection to start! Nanami has several she's picked up over time and she doesn't mind sharing!"

Where did she get that big box from. Oh, she's opening it— oh goodness gracious that's a lot of games. There has to be at least forty or fifty in there. How— then again, it's Nanami.

Yulia thinks on Nanami's idea for a few moments, before nodding agreeably. "Yes, you're not wrong about that. Levity is important in times of war... and because they're completely missing out."

Maybe she could sneak in one of her favorite games from the Golden Age too - 5-Dimensional Chess with Multiverse Time Travel. It was a super niche game that no one particularly played back then, in part because it was too difficult for the average person anyway, but Yulia found the challenge quite engaging personally.

Constructs shouldn't have the same problem that everyone back then did, right? They can totally play 5d chess with her, right??

The thought is more exciting than it would seem, her mind whirling around at the possibility of some real fun while her expression remains flat-faced and unaffected. "We should collect a lot of memes and games for everyone to play. A variety of them too - you never know if someone would prefer platformers or puzzles, after all. We can start simple with the games, maybe Angry Avians or Jewelblitz... Though... hmm, we should leave out the gachas, however. Lack of servers aside, it's not good to encourage a gambling habit."

Also Kamui would probably be glued to his console if he got into gachas. He felt at least adjacent to that type of player. Definitely not.

[hwaightme]

Golden hour

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🟡 pairing: bf!san x fem!reader 🟡 genre: smut, pwp, a lot of fluff, established relationship 🟡 summary: in the busy urban jungle, one fateful night at a jazz bar, choi san met his angel of light. from then on, each moment is a breathtaking golden hour, your love a wondrous duet. 🟡 wordcount: 6.5k 🟡 warnings/tags: loving bf san, jazzman!san, you are the apple of his eye, trumpet player, two lovebirds making it in the big city, discussion of marriage, discussion of planning for the future, yes he wants a future with you, late night coffee, being goofy, lots of hugs+heart eyes, lmk if I missed anything! 🟡 a/n: presently in the middle of being a san appreciator and listening to a lot of jazz, which resulted in quite a few song references being interlaced in this ahah; thank you so much for your support, any reblogs, comments, thoughts always appreciated!~

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🟡 nsfw tags: switch!san/the softest dom!san, switch!reader, the sheer volume of pet name use (sweetheart, darlin', love, angel, my light, my sun...), slight(?) hints at exhibitionism, light nipple play, lovebites/hickeys (giving/receiving), fingering, oral (f!recieving), handjob, hugging during sex, slow and steady, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, riding, unprotected sex (wrap that before you tap that pls), cum inside, soft and gentle aftercare

Enchanted by the ghostly wisps of steam rising from the cooling rich mahogany brew, twirling into the barren nightscape until they were nothing more than echoes of a magical breath, you waited. You were tired of conversing with the shadow stretched before you,  from the sun-like lamp light rays that hopped from the window at the top of the stairs all the way down. So you sat there, between the fourth and the fifth floors of your apartment complex, studying the circular holes in the steps that had become your rocking chair for reminiscing. At nights like these, you took things slow, and let yourself sink into an intimate fragility. Only you and the remnants of a busy late night shift. The hair and skin, which even after bathing seemed to cling onto most, if not the entire bouquet of aromas from the bar; the hands, still bearing the traces of coolness from having heaped buckets of ice into overpriced drinks; the faded eyeshadow, the lipstick - most of it transferred to the mug of coffee, steadily approaching lukewarm, cradled in your hands. Habitually, you traced its rim, feeling for the chip in the ceramic that it sported like a scar, after you had accidentally dropped it on the counter. Its presence was grounding. A reminder that you existed in a world beyond the endless cycles. That sometimes, the unpredictable could happen to you too.

You found companionship in the fluorescent light perched above a sign that attempted, but failed to remind the locals not to litter, and the miniature exhibition of waste backs collected right below it. This scene, viewed from so many metres above, was almost poetic. It was endearing seeing the last hints of humour that your neighbours managed to retain despite the bleakness of the complex and its surroundings. Windows facing brick walls and going grey from smog, a cacophonic roar drilling into the ear drums from the ceaseless chatter of clubbers and late night diners ambling down the nearby wonders of nightlife. The flickering, leaking neon signs above business either long-closed for the day, or just beginning to awaken were practically pitiful, and yet, you could not help but feel a twinge of sentimentality when your mind traversed the area, reminding you of any changes you had spotted, new faces, new flyers; these were the only things that, without fail, would greet you as you walked back home in your midday, another’s time for deepest slumber. Perhaps one would think you were alone or lonely in this hour, remaining out of dreamland solely to tomorrow’s disillusionment. But to anyone who would dare propose something so ridiculous, one look at the smile that graced your lips as soon as you spotted a familiar figure making its way down the courtyard, and stopping to wave at you - knowing full well that you were sat at the stairwell, would be enough to cut any argument at its root. While he was not someone who you came home to often, despite you having lived together for what was about to be a year, Choi San was the music that soothed your soul, the sweetest song, the melody of your heart. He was there for you, and you were there for him. Even if that meant turning into a nocturnal creature, conversing aimlessly with a cuppa into the early hours.

You closed your eyes and counted his steps. Both of you had made it something of a routine to avoid the main entrance. Initially it had been as a joke and as a means to flee from the permanently vexed madam in her seventies who lived on the ground floor, shrill voice and a shivering, bitey pooch cooped up and cradled like baby; she had seen the two of you in states deemed dissatisfying in her view, and as such had turned into a guardian of the complex. A guardian from two young fools who lived to the fullest. In an adoring duet, you had found paths to your comfort, and soon enough, the emergency stairs were an ascension to your palace - shared paradise spanning a couple of rooms. 

San’s resolved, confident steps as he made his way up the stairwell, skipping the second, avoiding the worn down centre of the step between the first and second floors; it was so worn down, in fact, that on some nights when the moon caught this side of the building just right, it was like a fallen star. You grinned to yourself as you recalled this theory. That star worked hard on giving you your wish; the wish whose slicked back, jet black locks you could already detail in your line of sight. As he made the last turn, you gripped your mug tighter; somehow, even after years of knowing this man, of loving this man, San never failed to ignite the warmest, cosiest flame within your soul. The home you had dreamed of, found not in four walls, but in this gentleman, who was now standing before you, hand outstretched and a gentle smile on his face. You graciously accepted the assistance, and let yourself be lifted off the ground with a light pull, to come face to face with your boyfriend. Your precious, funny valentine, with a heart of gold.

“Hey, darlin’, now, I told you the gig was gonna run ‘til late, why’re you up? And with your coffee?” he drawled as he searched for a place to put the case for the second most precious aspect of his life: his trumpet, settling on a nook closer to the inner railing - protected on all sides from a fall. You hummed, and took another cautious sip, studying the man before you.

Despite having woken up at the crack of dawn to walk you to your second job before commuting to his own, there was still that inextinguishable glint in his magnificent dark eyes. Feeling your gaze on him, San rolled his shoulders back, as though he had not a hint of weariness in his muscles, accidentally forcing one side of his favourite jacket, a vintage brown piece made of corduroy, to slip and commence its slow climb down his upper arm. Sighing, you twisted to set your cup aside on one of the stair steps, and made a move to fix it back in place, ignoring the way in which San's hands rapidly snaked to your waist.

"Mm, missed you Sannie." You responded, smoothing the non-existent creases on the black t-shirt he was wearing underneath, your touches lingering as if you had not rested your form on his chest thousands of times, each occasion imprinted in your memory for as long as there was music.

"I missed you more, Y/N…” his eyes darted a couple of times to your hands, only to slowly rise, and focus on the black top that you had chosen to change into after your workday. San exhaled, amused as he imagined you waddling around the apartment wrapped up in that fleece towel you liked, ready to raid the wardrobes. Taking the very edge at the base of the article between his thumb and index finger , he toyed with it, and stated as a matter of factly: “I can see you're stealing my shirts again."

"Well… I can take it off…" you trailed off, moving to undo the very top button, stifling a giggle as San instantly dropped his act and pinched the collar together. He shook his head, gaze glossed over, unreadable. His other hand inched a little closer to your hip, sliding down - a barely noticeable change, but it nevertheless sent sparks across your skin and left you struggling to breathe.

"Uh-uh, that's for my eyes only. Can't have you flaunting something priceless for the whole block." tugging on the shirt, he guided you into his arms and wrapped himself around you, taking in the smell of home. The aroma of his gift that was today, the promise that was tomorrow, and the dream that was the symphonies of a future to come.

It was surreal, the moment he came home. Be it to wait for your shift to end while he tried to get a simple dinner cooking on the stove, or to have you waiting, just like this, curled up on the stairs, every bit a cat basking in the warm glow that resembled the sunset in its hue, falling down the steps from the window of your, and his apartment. As he stood in front of you, etching your form into his memory as if each time he saw you you were someone new, he imagined what it would be like to truly come back at sundown. Have dinner earlier than midnight, spend the evening chatting away about this and that, hidden under a woollen throw that you had found at a thrift store. Let the last rays of the sun, departing to its sleeping quarters, wash over the two of you as you would hold one another in a long, loving embrace, rocking to the ballads only you knew and shared. Sometimes he wondered whether what he played outside of this magical golden hour that was ‘you and him’ was truly music, when all the melodies to divine adoration played in your caresses. Whether the words he sang held any meaning if they were not dedicated to you, sung to you. Whether the sultry notes of the trumpet were anything but noise if you were not there to hear it. 

Crash landed into the big city, he had been a boy with stars in his eyes and boundless ambition. He had wanted to fight the world alone, head on, and had no feel for the rhythm of the metropolis, its people, its jazz scene. He had assumed that he was wanted, and oh, how wrong he had been. Rejection after rejection, San had found himself playing on the streets for a couple of bills to last the day, and had run into a debt with a cruel landlord - so large, that he had considered turning to less conventional solutions. But then, by some stroke of luck, he had met other musicians who were dreamers, warriors of the arts, those with impeccable feel for every note, every off-beat both in the pieces they would cover or improvise, as well as life. Just like that, San had found himself a band, and by the grace of destiny itself, he had found himself performing at a bar, the bar, where he had the boundless joy of meeting you. 

An old hole in the wall in the middle of downtown, it had been your first place of work since moving in more central from the outskirts. Having been on the scene for a lot longer than him, sweeping, cooking, mixing - anything you could get your hands on, you knew practically all the artists around town, thanks to your appreciation of their life’s essence in the form of jazz and their habitual lingering around the bar to chat after a show. As such, a new face had immediately caught your eye, and there, your gaze stayed. All through the night. All through his impeccable covers of Chet Baker’s ‘I Fall In Love Too Easily’ and ‘Like Someone In Love’, during both of which you swore you had never felt yourself being regarded with more intensity. All through the years in which you had come to move in a shared rhythm, existing in a gentle swing, cheek to cheek. For the first time, you felt as though you were staring right into the sun, but instead of tears rolling down your cheeks and agony spreading over your body, your vision cleared and new hope settled.

This rhythm did not falter. Even when some notes were played with their respective delays or anticipations, this was all a wondrous interpretation of life as a duet that was you and your favourite, your only, beloved San, trumpet player, singer, an artist through and through. The man with a dream and the resolve to achieve it. You had promised to one another that one of these days, you will see yourselves as the makers of a new oasis. Your own corner in the glimmering canyons of steel to serve as a sunny safe haven for jazzists from all walks of life. You as the owner of the new Blue Note, him as the first man on the stage. This was the future towards which you both strode, and alongside it, a heavenly devotion bloomed.

As you rocked in a sweet embrace, it was impossible to imagine anything more right. Arms around his torso and hidden from the nighttime breeze by his jacket, you sank into San’s reassuring heartbeat and loving warmth. Caught in a trance, he pressed you impossibly close as though he had not seen you in an agonising ‘forever’, and ran his fingers through your hair while a hand rested on the back of your head. The brilliant, cascading tresses that still retained some of the aroma of the cordials and syrups you often used at your job, despite the top notes being yours, and consequently, his favourite shampoo. He admired the way in which it reflected the sunset captured in the apartment, only half a flight away, a golden luminescence that made him all the more convinced that this was where the glowing, comforting star had found safety to rest. After walking through the town that was enveloped in dark hues, passing by dingy shops and streets in dire need of tender love and care, he could not help but feel blessed that all that time ago, the sun had risen for him, and all he had the pleasure of experiencing was brighter, lighter, and any trials and tribulations were merely a simple test. He fondly recollected your first meeting, having purposefully made a detour on his journey back to walk past the location that marked the beginning of your history.

“We played at a club a couple of blocks from that place tonight.”

“Where we met?” you asked, nuzzling into the crook of San’s neck and relishing in his soft hum as he continued.

“Mhm. Actually, I walked past it while going home.”

“And?” you inquired, pulling away to glance at San’s cheeky lopsided grin.

“Made me walk faster.” you raised an eyebrow, only making your boyfriend chuckle, the honey-like tone never failing to induce a thrilling flurry in your chest.

“Damn, is it that run down?”

San imitated a pondering stance, looking off to the side before returning to study your very irises, with such attentiveness that you thought he was in a world of his own. And in a way, he was. He was convinced that, for as long as he lived, San’s best view would be exactly this. These eyes that had hypnotised him as they followed his figure from across the bar, these gorgeous orbs that held the moon, the stars, the songs sung and unsung. No matter where he went and no matter what new challenge life threw at him, all he needed was to imagine you and suddenly, everything would fall into place. The young man moved to press his forehead against yours, a strand of hair that grazed his eyebrow tickling your face and causing you to scrunch your nose. The adorable reaction proved to be too much for San’s poor enamoured heart as it skipped a beat, and in an attempt to subdue the overwhelming ache he rubbed his nose against yours.

“Nope, just made me want to see you even more.” he spoke low, focusing only on your shallow, lightly trembling breaths and the intoxicating feeling of his skin against yours. 

“Can you see me now?” you joked, hinting at your closeness, hands moving to graze his sides, trailing down until you could tap his alluring waist with your fingertips, stepping forward until you were practically hip to hip and you could feel the friction of his navy jeans against your skirt.

“I don’t know, Y/N, I think I need to get a little closer…” in one cautious trailing of the jawline, he cupped your face, waited for a tiny nod from you to proceed - something he had always subconsciously done when it came to loving you, and what little space had been left between your bodies was no longer.

Tenderly, like early mist settling on the dazzling midnight sea, he worshipped you with every move. Lost in a sigh, in softest caresses, you indulged in the sweetness of his precious lips, fitting so perfectly with your own. While you had not been a believer in soulmates, the only way in which you could describe the idyllic nature of your coexistence was that it was meant to be. It was as if, even though you had your respective, independent melodies, they oh so seamlessly flowed into one, body and soul. San kissed you as though you were life itself, at such a slow, sultry tempo and yet it set your soul ablaze, caught up in a wild wind. Lost in exploring your lover, you only realised how he gingerly lifted the shirt at its base when his arms brushed against yours, causing you to snicker right against him. Immediately you could feel him retract his tongue and lean back to look at you. Your eyes fluttered open after having automatically given themselves up to a sensory bliss, only to be met with San’s signature pout that was dramatically contrasted by an enticing darkness in his half-lidded orbs.

“What…” he whined barely audibly, only making your smirk deepen.

“Now what about that ‘show’ you were talking about, hm?”

“My shirt, my business.” he attempted to dive back into a kiss, digging his fingers into your sides when you tilted your head back and chuckled.

“My lips, my business.”

“Awh darlin’ don’t tease.” he batted his eyelashes, gaze darting around your face to catch any signs of caving in to his charms. However, even if he tried his hardest, his searches would amount to nothing at all, for you would not be able to get mad at his cute face even if you wanted to. As such, your facade soon dropped and you were seeking him once more.

“Don’t be bossy.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good- Choi San put me dow-” you yelped as he stepped to the side, and with mischief flashing across his face, hooked you under the knees and supported your back, sweeping you off your feet for good. Careful not to let you hit the stairs, San’s strong arms held you tight against his chest, and he smiled down to give you a cheeky retort.

“Don’t be bossy~” playfully shaking your head, you let your hands find themselves loosely hanging from his neck, and gave into the addictive fiery pecks that he was leaving on your cheek, across your jaw, only to culminate in a deeper, ravishing kiss, punctuated by an unmistakable undercurrent of sensual longing. As your passion ascended into a crescendo, and the heat rising in your bodies was elevating into being unbearable, San breathlessly whispered the shared desire against your reddened lips:

“It’s time to quit stalling, methinks. Yeah?”

“Sounds fine by me.” you agreed, not fearful of sounding eager. Though apparently, that was not enough. While San dipped you forwards, eliciting a giggle and a compliant hooking of the trumpet case with your finger, he tried to correct you.

“Now, fine won’t do.” giving you another quick peck on your cheek, he began climbing towards the fifth floor, though you were certain that he was spending more time studying you than checking if he was stopping at the right level. Not bothering to mention the mug that had been abandoned, concluding that the beverage was always going to be nothing compared to the energy this wondrous love of yours gave you, you simply gave into the boisterous affection.

“Mighty fine.”

“A little better…” he mumbled back while stepping through the open window into your piece of urban heaven.

“Gonna have to work for any more than that, darling.”

“A challenge?”

“An invitation.”

The phrase almost made him falter as he attempted to gather at least some form of coherence before the submitting to your priceless seduction. Setting you back down onto the floor only to return to his hold of your waist, he shadowed your movements as you set the case down. At the first given opportunity, your boyfriend focused and nipped at the sensitive skin right above your exposed collarbone, one hand rising to hastily unbutton the shirt as you gasped at the contact and in a daze, rushed to tug at his jacket. Promptly, the article found itself on the floor, soon joined by the black shirt that you had borrowed and leaving your chest entirely exposed.

Entranced, San let himself be guided by you to the bedroom as he cupped one of your breasts and ran languid circles across the nipple, while catching you once more in a feverish kiss. Upon hearing the hint of a moan, muted by his own mouth, he inadvertently bucked his hips against you, the pressure on the growing arousal making him needy, and desperate for more touch. Stumbling down the corridor, you felt for the doorframe of the bedroom, stopping right underneath and running your hands under San’s black tee and up his abdomen. He obeyed your unspoken wish and gave you the pleasure of watching him undress, the divine, sculpted lines and edges of his body, muscles working overtime under his beautiful sunkissed skin, all in a magnificent dance. Before you could indulge in him once again, you felt a couple of pulls on the fabric of your skirt, and soon enough the elastic band had given in, and rolled down to let the material pile on the floor around you.

San guided your two hazy forms to the bed, hissing as you trailed kisses up his neck, to the side and nipped at his earlobe, your erratic, shallow breaths nearly sending him into a frenzy. Burning skin, each touch turned scalding making heat pool to your core; you saw stars as your boyfriend slipped his hand into your panties and ran two digits across your dripping sex to collect some of the nectar, before starting to rub your aroused clit, teasing it as you shot out to grab a hold of his upper arms for some illusion of stability. Whispering sweet nothings against your skin he laid you down onto the bed sheets; you could swear they had retained some of the warmth where the sun had hit them during its routinely finale, orange streaks stalking across the apartment. Nuzzling into San's neck you muffled your whines by turning your attention to making this moment bloom, lovebite after lovebite.

"Ah… Y/N…" he sighed, voice husky as he shifted in his half-lying posture in an attempt to get at least some friction. As he flicked your clit and glided two fingers into your entrance, curling them exactly how he knew it would drive you closer to your high, you dug your nails into his biceps to resist a tremble and uttered:

"My man, my business."

"Yours, all yours, darlin', just as you're mine." 

"Mhm, ah, San, I'm- cl-" you moaned as he increased his rhythm, the wanton sounds of his digits pumping into your pussy only accelerating you to your orgasm.

"Close? Already, sweetheart?" You could sense a hint of pride in his tone, but could not form any snarky comment, thoughts turned to mush.

"Too good to me, love…"

"Now, now, and I wanted to make you feel even better…" he chided jokingly, lifting your lower half ever so slightly from the bed to slip the wet panties off fully, not once taking his eyes off yours. You tried to reach for his jeans, the erection so painfully obvious that all you could wish for was to give San at least some relief, but to no avail as he intercepted by taking a hold of your wrist, kissing your knuckles lovingly and simply requesting: “Lie back for me, darlin’, won’t you?”

Of course you would not disagree, not when you felt an emptiness from where his fingers had denied you a complete release, leaving your walls clenching around nothing, and desperation approaching an all-time high. Eagerly, you crawled and fell back on the bed, watching his figure follow you until he was hovering dangerously close, clouded over with lust. After resting his hands on your knees and then, at a deliberately slow pace, sliding them down your inner thighs for you to part your legs wider for him, he lowered himself to devour you. Placing a long kiss on your sensitive clit while holding your legs in place so you were in his temporary control, he ran his hot tongue along the length of your fold, stopping to give the bud extra attention with dedicated licking, and sucking until you were melting into the sheets and the only thing escaping your mouth were pathetic moans laced with his name and praises. As if you had been blinded by the sun, you ceased to see any definition in the world around you as your climax crashed down hard and fast, leaving you shaking and crying out for your boyfriend, who, after leaving a tentative trail of open-mouthed kisses on your pulsating core and on each of your thighs, rose to hook you under your back.

“You’re so beautiful, my love…” he cooed as he wrapped you up in a long hug, careful to let you ride out your high in the safety of his arms. He bit his lower lip as your leg accidentally grazed his clothed cock, only to squeeze his eyes shut when the action prompted him to taste you once again, sending his mind into an overdrive.

As you returned to a brighter lucidity, you gingerly fiddled with the button on San’s jeans, and proceeded to free him of their confines with the lowering of the zipper. Unable to restrain yourself from feeling the hardness of his length, you palmed it through the cotton briefs that were already showing traces of his pre-cum, and pulled down the waistband to let it spring free.

“Oh, San, please, why wait so long, you must be so on edge, I’m sorry baby…” you mumbled, lifting your hand to collect some spit, then wrapping it around his member. Instinctively his hips bucked towards you as you pumped him, barely registering how close San’s face was to yours.

“‘s alright, Y/N, but if you could… mh… kiss it better? May I?”

“Of course.”

You could taste the remnants of your orgasm on his lips and tongue, but only momentarily as he hungrily explored you. Low grunts and breathy moans fell from his mouth, only to be swallowed by your newly blooming desire for more. Deepening the kiss, you absorbed his moan as you sped up the movements of your other hand. Unable to resist the building frustration any longer, San brushed your arm and tilted his head back to show you his eyes - glazed over, full of raw want.

“I need you.”

“How?”

“I need your pussy, sweetheart.” you slowed down, teasing the tip of his cock as he gripped your hips, a coy smile dancing across your features.

“Didn’t you just have it?”

“Not enough, it seems.”

“I think we can do something about that… tell me how you want me.”

“Ride me.”

“Be my guide.”

Nodding, moved to the edge of the bed on his knees, and slid down until he was in a seated position. He motioned for you to come closer, helping you understand his wish. Raising yourself from how you had been positioned, you crept towards your boyfriend, cautiously throwing a leg over his lap until your core was millimetres away from his throbbing member. San’s hands found your ass and gave you a few nudges towards him, while you ran your fingers through his dishevelled locks, a shy smile gracing you as you thought back to how pristine he had managed to look when he had been in the stairwell. Now, he was perfect. When you tapped him to suggest your readiness, San took his cock to slot it into your entrance and with a couple of adjustments, he bottomed out inside you. Sighs combined into a single, intimate breath as his length pressed against your walls, and you rose into an unimaginable euphoria.

Foreheads pressed against one another, neither of you wanted to rush, instead succumbing to a darkness behind your eyelids and focusing exclusively on the other senses. How your inhales and exhales were equally as shallow, how the light tinge of sweat had mixed with the dark accords of his perfume - one that, after having made the step to live together, now almost permanently lingered on your skin, how the contact was every bit like being wrapped in the golden glow of a sunset. You peeked at San, catching him still in a trance, and admired how the light from the ceiling lamp out in the corridor highlighted his sharp and alluring features, all contrasted by the softest, plushest lips which you gave into the instinct to peck. 

Your boyfriend gazed up at you, breaking into a heart-melting smile. Little did you know, he was counting his blessings and had to consciously remind himself that somehow you were not a sun goddess. Perhaps in disguise. You were the melody he would never get tired of hearing, the dawn and dusk that he would always greet and cherish. His muse and guiding light.

“My sun…” he pecked your cheek, flicking his nose against it while restraining himself from acting rashly. Not tonight. Tonight was all about you and him. Together.

“The light of my life…” kissing the other cheek, he groaned as you grinded your hips to have your chest almost flush against him.

“My Y/N,” “My San,”

You whispered in unison, looking at one another with an unequivocal tenderness and adoration. Two seamlessly blending into one, you did not need the days to guide you. Existing in a glittering bliss, before either of you was an angel of light. Truthfully, there need not be anything more. Only the sound of jazz to give you rhythm, and the radiance of your mutual enamourment. 

As you began to ride his member, you took immeasurable pleasure in seeing San’s face contort into that of ecstasy. The fluidity of the motion rivalled that of waves that lapped the distant shores of a paradise. The oncoming bubbling of a climax that threatened to drown you in a sensual unravelling left you lost at sea, with only the rays of your favourite star enveloping you. Rocking your hips, you felt his cockhead hitting your ideal spot over and over, and whenever you would need a break, he would soothe you with a feathery touch. 

The leisurely pace proved to be a build up to unfathomable ruin, as the clenching of your pussy around his hard length left San’s thoughts in a total disarray. He could not register the most basic things around him, jutting into you without a single decipherable word spilling from his lips. He gripped onto you harder, silently begging you to take him deeper, faster as his high became more imminent and he could barely hold on.

“Darling, you’re… I-I swear…”

“Ah… yes? What?”

“Can I? Please, love…”

“Yes, Sannie, please- ah!” he thrusted his hips with a newfound vigour, practically lifting you to give himself space to accelerate. The sudden change of pace sent curls of pleasure to the knot that had been building in your core, leaving you like putty in San’s hold.

“Fuck yes, Sa-an-ie… please…” lewd moans filled the bedroom as his member snapped into you with the exact beat that would send you into a frenzy. Falling apart over him, your pants rapidly turned into high-pitched whines as you could feel yourself approaching the edge to your undoing.

Just as he began to falter, you fell between his head and shoulder, shaking as another orgasm overtook you. The spasming of your sex sent him into uncontrollable pleasure and with a final few snaps of the hips, San kept you still on his cock as hot ropes of cum painted your inner walls. Embracing you like you were the most fragile being on the Earth, he glanced at you even in his half-consciousness to check if you were comfortable. Elated when you returned his regard with an elated grin, San beamed right back, giving you a quick peck before hugging you even tighter, attempting to slow his breathing while his length was still pulsating, surrounded by a divine warmth.

“So unreal… so, so marvellous, Y/N.” that seemed to reel you back from the wonderfully overwhelming sensation, and you brushed your cheek against his. Silence. Two bodies connecting, not needing the light as they lived in the afterglow. Listening to San’s heartbeat, your temple against his, you mumbled:

“I would never leave.”

“Then don’t. I would never let you go anyways.”

“Then I guess you’ll have to carry me to the bathroom.”

“I’ll even hold you in the shower.”

“Oh how romantic.” you tried to shift, only eliciting a groan from San as he cautiously moved you back, a sheepish grin on his features.

“You know what, darlin’, let’s stay like this for a bit, yeah?”

“Fine by me.”

“Fine?”

“Very, very, very fine.”

Once the two of you had in part returned from your post-coital utopia, and San kept his promise and carried you around the entire apartment as though showing you off to every piece of furniture and every wall, you were clean, fuzzy from the perfectly warm shower, and wrapped up in fresh bed sheets which you had playfully commanded for San to lay down.

After having given up on immediately settling down to sleep, you and San had dissolved into a giggly mess. You had convinced him to bring his trumpet into the room and let you have another go at playing it - even though these attempts had already likely accumulated into hundreds - without much progress. At the moment, the one piece which you could confidently play was ‘a whole lot of nothing and painfully blown out air’. As you tried for the umpteenth time to produce as much as one hint of a note, you were distracted by a sudden ‘oohing’ from your boyfriend, who was watching you unwaveringly.

“What?” you lowered the trumpet and raised an eyebrow.

“That was an indirect kiss, darlin’.”

“Come on, San, what in the world-” you hit his chest playfully and attempted to return the instrument, “I’m out here huffing and puffing and that’s what you’re thinking about?”

“Mhm, and so much more…”

“Choi San.” you addressed him sternly, though nothing in your expression even remotely suggested that you meant it.

“Fine, fine, want me to show you again and proper?”

“You know what, I think I practised enough for today.” you handed him the instrument, restraining your laughter while he returned it to its case, clipping it shut and setting it aside on the bedside table closest to him.

“Well done, Y/N.” he praised you, though a hint of sarcasm did not go unnoticed.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh at me as much as you want, but you still can’t make a bloody mary.” you pointed out, making San jut out his lower lip and nod in agreement.

“Fair.”

He opened his arms wide, leaning back onto the large pillows to invite you to rest against his bare chest, an offer which you simply would never refuse. Snuggling up to him, you were in seventh heaven. One arm over his torso and the other propping you up so you would be level, you doubted that there could be anything that felt more safe, more comforting and more adoring than this. Feeling him rubbing unrushed, lulling circles on your back, accompanied by the rustling of cotton, you wanted to dissolve in this moment, your molecules reflecting onto every surface until this was all you knew.

“Y’know, I’m s’posed to have a gig next week that’s gonna cover at least three month’s rent.” he broke through the quietude with the exciting news, making you immediately look up at him, gleaming.

“What? No way, who?”

“Some bigshot from uptown wants music for his party. And who am I to refuse?”

“Damn, San, that’s amazing-”

“And, and, and, they were looking for a mixologist to make the magic happen, so if you are happy to accept, the man’s asked me to call him back tomorrow noon,” the continuation left you stunned, and you wrapped a leg around your boyfriend, embracing him until you could barely breathe.

“WHAT? San, no you didn’t I… thank you? How? I mean…” you stumbled over your words, trying your hardest to not squeal at the opportunity.

“No words needed, lovely. See? We’re gonna save up for that wedding dress in no time.”

He stated casually, but the words sent butterflies into your stomach. You had discussed official commitment early on, deciding that this was to be in your plans for certain, but considering your careers, your desires and your dreams, you wanted to find that golden sliver of stability before taking that next step. Though, as months ticked by, you could tell San’s motivation grew stronger and stronger to be able to call you his wife.

“Oh Sannie, but I told you that I don’t need anything fancy, I just need you.” you responded, trying to provide reassurance that either way, happiness was guaranteed; but it appeared that in the ghost of an intimate night, your boyfriend found entertainment in misconstruing your words into a lustful implication.

“Say that again and you are not getting out of bed for that morning shift.” you hit his chest so faintly that there was barely any impact before hiding your face against him, not reappearing until San brushed some hair away from your face and cupped your chin, “Darlin’, I just wanna have, and live a life with you. Many lives. More than.” melting into his touch, you wiggled upwards, closer to him.

“We’ll make it.” San nodded at your resolution, glancing out into the corridor - although the lamp that had provided the sun-like hues had long been turned off, the heat of your passion prolonged its echoes.

“It’s us we’re talkin’ ‘bout, it’s written out for us. And if not, we’ll take the pen and write it. You promised I’ll be the first to play at your bar… opening night.”

You took in the adoration in his eyes, while San delighted in the same feeling that was held in your own.

“Of course. And you said that the song you’ll sing will be the one you wrote for me.” barely audible, you answered, getting closer and closer to the sun that you knew would never burn you and instead only help you amplify your shine.

“The whole set, love. My all.”

[allycot]

kuai liang & bi-han | random, incomplete fragments

Fear.

The first feeling covering Kuai Liang gradually, like an impending storm; it is not like in the reality. It is bigger. It is much worse. The feeling splits into several different parts. Realisation, loss of will, preparedness for the worst. The escape.

Kuai runs away. As fast as he can.

He shouldn’t stop. Not this time. Running away, until the cold covers him completely and he gets lost in the ice. Getting out from a dread emptiness while it is still possible.

He runs away and keeps running with all his might.

Falling down; he feels the snow under his hands. Turning around.

Kuai can notice his brother coming closer to him, not with that ferocity he used to have, but slowly, as though to wait for his next actions. He found him. No doubt that he wouldn’t. So it repeats itself. Again, and again, and again.

The blade in Kuai’s hands. He has no idea what kind of push stimulated him to stand up abruptly. Watching Bi-Han pulling out a weapon as well.

Fight. Giving themselves up to it. Fast reaction, but heaviness in the body. Kuai can’t feel it, as if it does not depend on him at all. He wants to escape from this cold, unbearable place. Yet he can’t because Bi-Han does not stop.

Until the blade pierces his body.

The composure in Bi-Han’s eyes disappears as soon as he falls to his knees, not being able to say any word.

“Brother!”

No. Not again. Not this time, for God’s sake, he can’t see this anymore. The blood on their hands, blood drops in the snow. They will never change it.

“I’m… I’m sorry… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Kuai Liang brings Bi-Han close to his own body, trying to hold. The scream is stuck in the throat.

He is awake, still feeling the cold.

The same nightmare does not leave his mind, keeping breaking into it. Looking around, he notices Tomas, who stands by the door of the room. His eyes are full of worry, notices Kuai.

“Was it a bad dream again?” he asks a question silently.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m fine, brother.”

“You’re not,” claims Tomas. “I heard you saying something in your sleep.”

Kuai Liang has always been surprised by Tomas’s attentiveness, especially when it is related to him. It is one of the few things he is not really ready to share even with him, though they have known each other for all life and such things must not be a surprise to them.

“I also saw the things… horrible things, they must be from my past. But what I realise is that my life is here. Here, with our future. I wouldn’t say I got through this completely, but… I just want to say that I’m here. With you. I’ll never leave you,” Tomas sits down next to Kuai, assuring him.

There is something in his tone that makes Kuai Liang believe him, in the good. He looks up at the brother, noticing a full confidence that Smoke’s gaze has. Kuai nods.

“Thank you.”

Anger? Maybe. Yet it is something unique. Something strange and familiar at the same time, hiding itself behind the anger he is used to feeling. Resentment? Bitterness? It is not in his power to determine or give it its actual name.

The scars on the back still hurt, but the pain has an ability to go away. Bi-Han enters the room: he recognises it. A pathetic fragment of the childhood. The room is darker than it was in the reality. As if he remembers this day, as if it is just a memory mixed with illusions of his mind.

Seeing Kuai Liang looking a little younger, it does not surprise Bi-Han, though the thoughts from the present, the reality, still follow him even here.

Kuai turns around. The scar on the eye bleeds.

Something does not allow Bi-Han to ask. Something holds him back from that; the other side, within him, literally screams about it.

“Who did it to you?!”

He comes up to Kuai, feeling free from the dark, absorbing emotions for a while.

“It’s okay, Bi-Han. Everything is okay.” Too calm to be true.

Something is definitely wrong.

The cryomancer looks at his own hands that are covered in blood.

Bi-Han opens his eyes, barely getting out from that terrifying abyss.

Trying to calm down. The emptiness is still around him, but now he can leave the past and everything making him weaker. He has already left, hasn’t he? So that crying feeling, hidden inside the soul, won’t even show itself.

He won’t accept the fact that he lost a part of him.

[aetherose]

"Unfortunately, mine also confirms she's being a lunatic per usual."

"Any Hunters wanna compare scripts? Kafka? Firefly? 'Cuz mine says Devona is being insane again."

[amandamgsblog]

Chapter 12 - Dating and Threats

Amanda's POV

I was more than happy to go up to the first floor.

— Tell me what you guys did! He's polite, cute, charming… You've hit the jackpot.

— Yes, he is… We went to the bakery and had pizza, then we went to the ice-cream parlor and he saw the children's giraffe and rode sideways on it, enjoying it, until an employee came with a broom in the air… I have the video.

I showed him the video and my mother laughed a lot. — Moving on, we ran and went to the playground and he swung me on the swing for a while, then we sat on the grass and talked some more, until the part you saw, about the song he wrote about a perfect date and that he'd be my man, and everything else you were spying on.

— Awn… I really hope it works out between you. - She hugs me. - I already want him here.

— For God's sake, no sex talk, no embarrassing questions, no intimidating him, understand? No talking about him being a "babe"!

— I get it, God, I get it!

— But I'm going to surprise him on Monday morning. I'm going to take a shower and rest a bit, my mind is racing… Hi, Dudus, Totô.

As soon as I've showered, I put on my warm pajamas and take out a sheet of paper. I start writing him a letter.

Ross: Hey, gorgeous. I've just arrived.

Amanda: Hi, you idiot. Thanks for the date and for that amazing video of you almost falling off the giraffe at the end, hahaha…

I send him the video and he laughs.

Ross: I had a great time and I'm really glad you liked it. I was just worried that you thought I went out of pity… I went because I really like you and I'm going to do everything I can to make it work.

Amanda: I'm going to do it too. I really like you.

Ross' POV

— I'm home!

—How did it go? What did you guys do? Are you dating?

— Relax, mom. It was great, we had pizza, ice cream, fun in the square, I sang the song and she loved it all. But she hasn't accepted my request yet… She's never dated. She likes me, but she's still afraid of being hurt and afraid that I won't want to be with her because of her depression.

— Wait a few days and ask again. - My dad puts his hand on my shoulder.

— I want to meet my future daughter-in-law soon… - My mom says.

— Jesus, mom, we're not even married! - I laugh a little.

The weekend passed quickly. I got to college and sat under the Ipê tree to read a paper on my phone, because nobody deserves to print out forty-five pages.

— Hi, I finally found you. - Amanda smiles and sits down next to me, hugging me.

— Yeah, I'm reading Reading and Writing paper. Trying to read, because the font is small, hahaha.

— Close your eyes. I have a surprise for you.

I look at her skeptically and close my eyes. A few seconds later, I feel a package in my hands.

— You didn't have to. Thanks, I love surprises! - Smiling, I carefully unwrap the present and see that it's a medium-sized teddy bear, holding a stuffed heart that's wrapped in a ribbon. - Haha, I love it, baby.

— There's a letter too… - She says embarrassed, her face hidden between her hands. I start to read what's written on the paper.

Hi, blondie.

You've written an incredible song for me and since I don't have the talent to compose, let alone the voice to sing, I'm going to use the pen instead.

I've never met a guy like you and I think you're an extraordinary person. I feel that something changed when I saw you for the first time. I don't know when I started to fall in love with you, maybe I already was when I first saw you, and I didn't know it. But I do know that your friendship and the affection you have for me are very important to me. You helped me a lot when I couldn't help myself and you never looked down on me or criticized me. You knew about my problems and didn't give up on me.

I'm really sorry that I had a silly crush on another guy and didn't see that the right guy was in front of me all along. You were always my first choice, but I let the fear of rejection get the better of me. That's why the day you told me you liked me was so surprising. In my mind, no guy would ever like me.

— But I do… - I say, looking at her and finishing reading.

When we met, it became clear how much we liked each other, and I'm going to give my heart to you, just like this teddy bear. All I ask is that you do everything you can not to break it… Because, just as I'm trying to fix it, I can give up and make it worse.

Even if our emotions are controlled by ours brains, do you want my heart for good and do you want to be my boyfriend?

I laugh with happiness.

— I hope you enjoyed it.

— She hugs me.

— Amandita, you're amazing! - I grab her face and kiss her. - I loved everything and I'm in love with you… I don't want to hurt your feelings, ever. I can't promise you that it will never happen, but I want to make you very happy. So do you accept my request?

— Yes, but I'm the one who's asking you last… - Amanda laughs and gives me a quick kiss.

— I do, I really do! I was so hoping you'd say yes right away. - I take the teddy bear and swing it close to her cheek, imitating a kiss.

— We're dating, I can't believe it. - She laughs, leaning her forehead against mine and we kiss. - What will you name it?

— He's light and nice, so… Calum. My best friend's name. He's very funny and there's no bad time for him. He's a great friend, and so is the teddy bear.

— Wow, 1:35 p.m. already!

— I don't want to go! Stay here with me… - I say lazily, holding Amanda.

— I'm going, then. Bye. - She waves to me and laughs.

I wait for her to walk a few meters before picking up my things and going after her. I tickle her and she runs. We get to the classroom and I hug her around the waist, spinning us around.

— No! I'm too ticklish! - We stand facing each other and I kiss her. She kisses me back in the same second.

— Oh, everybody, here comes the slap in the face! - I hear someone saying in the background and realize we're in the middle of the entrance.

— A thousand times fuck! I'm sorry, Amanda… - I look at her, who is also in a state of shock.

— No problem. - She kisses me on the cheek. — It was only a matter of time. There won't be any slapping, because we're dating. That's it.

Our friends and some nice girls from Ariana's group come to hug us.

— What? When…? You didn't tell us! YOU BASTARDS! - Alice says confused and we laugh.

— The day her uncle fell ill, I confessed my feelings and that I wouldn't leave her alone and asked her to be my girlfriend. - I saw that more people were around us.

— But I wanted to meet up first, just to be sure. So we had one on Saturday and it's been a while since I gave the answer. But the hasty one here didn't pay attention… - She rolls her eyes.

— They're dating. For real. - I hear Alana, Ariana's right-hand woman, talking and the latter shouts, as she had arrived late.

— It won't stay like this! I'm going to make your life hell! - She comes running and puts her finger in Amanda's face, threatening her. I'm quicker, slapping the girl's hand away and putting my girlfriend behind me.

— It really won't stay like this. Besides, you don't know what I'm capable of doing to protect those who make me happy. - I reply coldly.

— You poor thing loves coordination, doesn't she? How ridiculous!

I don't even have time to reply when the teacher arrives and Ariana goes to her desk. I hear Jonathan telling Amanda not to mind her, that they're here.

I take her hand and sit her down on her desk. I kiss her head and sit down in the desk next to her. Although she was happy with the our relationship, Amanda was down for the rest of the day. We said goodbye, telling her we'd text each other as soon as we got home.

Stormie's mini POV

Ross arrived and told us he was dating and showed us the presents. We chatted happily until he fell asleep. He'd forgotten his bedroom window was open, so I went in to close it. He was sprawled on the bed cuddled up with the bear. I couldn't resist taking a photo with his phone, which was unlocked.

I found Amanda's contact details and sent her a message.

Ross: Hi, Amanda, it's Stormie, Ross's mom. I'm sorry if I woke you up, I just wanted to say how happy we are to see our son so happy because of you. Mark and I hope to meet you soon, darling. Here's a photo of him sleeping with the bear.

— Mom, why did you send a picture of me cuddling with the bear?!

I hear it as soon as I've made the breakfast in the morning.

Calum, the teddy bear, hahaha

[zorkaya-moved]

❛ stay alive. for me. ❜ ( mammon )

@xamassed

Within Devildom, staying alive is essential to continue the program but also to remain... well, alive and well. Death is a scary mistress, a maiden dressed in all black that hides her expression behind a veil of similarly black color with shining orbs speaking such sorrowful tales. Sokolova isn't ready to meet the Harbinger of the End yet, nor would she be for another couple of decades. If she were honest, Zarina does not wish to think about anything that concerns her distant future and her death. It's too subjective of a topic and too vague of a discussion to have. Whenever it comes, it shall come. Death isn't called, it calls you and it will always call you first. A date you cannot refuse.

And Death loves to take away those who live in danger, in shadows, in the world of criminals and scumbags. Like her. Hell is filled with acidic souls but she knows hers is colder, like an ice cube on a demon's mouth, refreshing but never warm. Or so she heard Barbatos describe the sensation of her soul prior. Does Mammon feel the same?

But right now, she lives. And she wants to live without any regrets, selfish and proud in her choices with no wishes to go back on what she's done or said. The demon of Greed cradles her face with such tenderness she's never experienced anyone doing so before, his touch is careful and loving. As they sit on his couch, in his room, so close in proximity, the silverette feels her everything relax and let go. Mammon's voice is a gentle and sweet lullaby that keeps her occupied in the present. Golden eyes gleam with adoration back, showing that she hears him and listens to him. Out of thousands of voices, Mammon's voice will always be heard brightly and sharply in her mind no matter the cacophony of sounds.

He is her clarity.

The maiden of silver and gold brings her hand to cup his cheek, a gentler look crosses her face as she responds to his (plea) words:

"No matter what, I will do everything to come back to you," she promises to him, underlining the importance of their bond to her.

He will forever have both her heart and her soul, claiming it as his own and doing everything he wishes with it even after her human years go by. If there is a way to prolong her life for him, she would look into those methods. Not today, but tomorrow. As of now, Zarina moves to sit closer to Mammon when she lowers her hand. The demon of Greed is always warm to touch, to hug, to be close to. He radiates warmth when she hugs him, her chin resting on his shoulder.

She cannot promise him living through everything and she does not enjoy giving empty promises. This woman who has lived for herself for the sake of her family's protection does not have the right to give falsehoods to those she loves. Thus, Mammon is not given an empty promise, no matter how relieving it might be to hear. No, Sokolova promises him to come back. Always. Do everything to come back into his embrace.

"So make sure to have your arms open for me, alright? So I can hug you like this."

[iomadachd]

6.

Adramalech can come across as a chaotic being in his true form, but he has many ways to appear if the opportunity calls for it.

When he's on Earth, it's the most human he will ever appear. On Earth, he looks the same as any other human, although the aura he gives off tends to be a little more threatening than the average human. The only thing that would ever betray him is if he allowed his demon eyes to come forward. However, if that happens, it's already far too late for whoever sees them.

In the world of Ghost, the majority of humanity will only ever see him in his most human form, walking among them as any man does. This includes the Ministry. However, from time to time he may appear more as a Ghoul does, for the sake of keeping the clergy on their toes and reminding those in charge that he is of Hell. In this form, his skin has more of a grayish hue, and his eyes are pure white except for the rectangular pupils that give him the look of a goat. From his head sprouts a small pair of white horns, curling ever so faintly in a shape reminiscent of the silver Ghoul masks that have been retired.

The form most residents in Hell will see is his Demonic form. In this form, his eyes are a pure, pale white, with the hint of something approaching ivory in the shadows.

His hands are gnarled and clawed. Each razor-sharp tip is a bronze color that fades to pitch black. This blackness continues on his fingers, hands, and forearms, fading to a pale flesh tone at his biceps. The skin is almost corpselike in its lack of color, and slightly translucent. The veins beneath are clearly visible, a blackish-blue color, and they pulse ever so slightly if you're paying close attention. His teeth are sharpened to razor points, and his smile is just a touch too wide to be natural. His ears are slightly pointed, tipped in black that curls beneath his hair and down his spine.

His hairline is receded in this form, in order to accommodate his horns. His largest pair emerge from where the hairline would begin, near his temples, fading from bronze at the base to black at the tips. The skin around them is cracked and stained with ichor, sticky and black. They curl over and back behind his head sharply like a ram's horns. The secondary pair erupt within the space that remains from the first pair, further down as if from his forehead. These are a solid back, arcing straight back over his skull, five inches long and as sharp as a knife's point.

Adramalech will almost never show his Fallen form, as it is a part of his past, and he prefers to look to the present and future. As such, this is his rarest form, and likely to only ever be seen by Lucifer or fellow Fallen.

As one of the original Fallen, he still retains elements of his angelic form, too terrible for humans to comprehend. In the form closest to what he was when God created him, his wings appear as a blackened and burnt peacock's tail, with only the barest hints of green and iridescence visible under searing light. A halo of decay and corruption. In their glory, they were shaped more like a peacock's wings, with all the colors of the rainbow, the primaries a soft tan and dotted with the peacock eyes more associated with the tail.

His eyes burn a terrible ashen color with just the barest hints of blue beneath them, like ice. A reminder that he fell from Grace, and he was Holy once upon a time.

His body, if it can be called such, is a lithe, shifting thing that puts one in mind of light reflecting off an oil slick. It's not quite tangible and seems to be just out of reach in terms of being solid. As quickly as you can focus on a part of him, it has already changed or slipped into shadow.

He has three faces, that of a mule, a mask, and a peacock. He cannot fully recall if the mask was one of his original faces, but it is there all the same. Each face is not as pure as it once was, lined with cracks, or visibly decayed or burnt in places. The scars of being a traitor to Heaven.

[sillymuses]

The dream demon pauses when Cuphead speaks up with concern. For a moment he's confused but it only takes a minute for Bill to remember that not everyone is like him. Not everyone has been around long enough to just not care anymore and keep pushing with no limits. But that doesn't mean he can't play that part! For as impulsive as he was, Bill could easily keep it under wraps for the sake of seeming more presentable.

"Ah! Sorry, bud! Sometimes I can get ahead of myself!" He'll let Cuphead think he can reign him in for a while. He sees potential in the kid as a future henchmaniac after all and there's no reason to ruin that possibility! The buckets are placed down on the floor before he hovers on over to the young boy. He ushers Cuphead to follow and leave, not before turning around and giving the angry shopkeeper a thumbs up, and sticks close by to him as they make a break for it.

"Thanks, kid! It's good to have someone like you around. The people who used to reign in my silly stunts they uh...well let's just say they didn't think I was cool anymore! Hey, how about we get some ice cream real quick! It'll be my treat! You did great back there, Cups! A real rebel in the making!"

Bill's ridiculous antics are making Cuphead laugh. He giggles and clutches his stomach. Hey, if a wolf gets those goats, it was a better way to go than getting abused by an egotistical narcissistic shopkeeper who gets his kicks from feeding his livestock poison!

Even as the sentient paintbrush was sprayed pretty mercilessly with dye, Cuphead retained that grin.

But then...something shifted. Bill's next suggestion had Cuphead looking somehow more pale, if that was even possible, and his heart-rate spiked. Terror pumped through his veins and he felt his blood (he did have blood) rush to his chest and plummet to his feet.

"Err... uh, hey Bill, I think 'da guy's had enough! And I mean, he looks waaaaaay better than before! Let's laugh while he yells 'n chases after his goats like a sore loser!" Cuphead suggested, hoping with all his might that he wouldn't disappoint Bill and that Bill wouldn't think he was weak. They were only JUST starting to bond!

[aetherose]

She is here...face down on the ground. Don't ask.

[acid-ixx]

watching the fatui's appearance is... making me want to rewrite the sagau isekai fatui fanfic ive had in my drafts for six months

here's the basic premise to it: you've been isekai'd in genshin, as all things have been written, but instead of Dragonspine; you found yourself stranded in snezhnaya — freezing and near death— where one of the harbingers have found you and went to take you in the palace.

you faced the tsaritsa and thought yourself to be dead before the next day, but with the way that certain harbinger had been welcoming even through ice-cold fingertips, you doubt your theory. it was then the tsaritsa took your hand so passionately in front of all the harbingers and kissed it, offering you power and by extension, all the gnoses she has so far.

she calls you divine, how her love is no more but you're her sole exception, how she wishes to take it upon her sinning hands to worship you as you deserve. how she yearns for your warm touch and your presence. how, even through your absence, she'd work dutifully as she feels every part of you, albeit never seeing your face til now. all this, she claims with a serious face.

and for the past few days, they keep you all to themselves and you learn how they show you their affection.

the tsaritsa being stoic, yet she holds your waist protectively as you sit on her lap. she worries about pleasing you and offers you grand service, being the one to present you your room personally, ordering everyone to respect you. she spoils you a lot and although her affection may be awkward, she's trying and greatly enough, the coats embedded on her body is enough to guarantee warmth in the everlasting winter of snezhnaya.

childe acting like a knight to you with a self-sacrifical behavior, claiming to be a tool to be used, a weapon to brandish. he offers to fight the other harbingers for you if ever you'd be overwhelmed by their overbearing presence. his self-esteem is high, but never his self-worth and you often have to reassure him he doesn't need to work hard for the sake of pleasing you.

scaramouche being a needy lapdog who's often aggressive and rough but the moment your touch graces him, he's all but melting. you never find yourself alone because you somehow end up feeling his presence nearby. same goes with childe and everyone else, though — but scaramouche takes extra steps to keep you for himself.

il dottore would often offer you oversee his experiments and gives you an oversight on his future plans. at first glance, he's not as affectionate as he seems, but he works in the background by threatening those behind your back and speaking so passionately about his worship of you. in moments he does show his affection to you, he turns a bit? unsettling? to the point it can sometimes get too much (that's where childe or scaramouche (childe mostly) comes barging in to "protect" you), speaking of how he'll cleanse anything that's threatening your divine rulership.

la signora is cold, that's how you could describe her at first. not to you, but to others. she defends your every actions, whether wrong or not and has a mean face, but you know she confides in you. when you're both alone, she displays a more raw and tired expression that not one knows and you always have to offer your comfort. whenever you feel like the climate is too frigid, her butterflies are always near you, serving as warmth and a guide whenever you're lost.

and the other harbingers? I don't know them much yet but ill work my way around it

[getoutofmyjaneway]

Since Star Trek Voyager is Leaving Netflix, Here are 10 Episodes that you Should Watch Before the End of September

1. The Cloud

The Cloud is a great example of the early dynamic between the main cast. This bottle episode shows a very Star Trek episode dealing with some space creature they accidently harm, and being oh so very Starfleet, they assist. That, of course, is not why you watch this episode. It has some pretty great comedic moments, the iconic “There’s coffee in that nebula,” moment, and (if you can over look the cringy and incorrect portrayal of Native American culture) great moments that will let you better get to know the character we love.

2. Tuvix

Tuvix is was created when there was a transporter accident fused Neelix, Tuvok, and some plants together to create a new single sentient being. Tuvix loves being himself but ultimately it was decided by Captain Janeway that they would be separated back into there original beings. This episode is not only thought provoking, but has been the basis for many discussions of morality on a broader level. It is an interesting thought experiment that is so very Star Trek in nature - it is a don’t miss in my book.

3. Before and After

You remember Kes yes? She was definitely not given the most to do throughout the run of Voyager, but this is her best story by far. This story sees Kes aging backwards through death to birth, giving us a full picture of her life. This also brings us some of the very seldomly seen foreshadowing in the series, eluding to the Year of Hell (we’ll talk about that soon) and Tom and B’Elanna’s relationship. This is how I choose to remember Kes (we don’t talk about Furry).

4. Year of Hell Part 1 and 2

Yeah you knew this was going to be on here. There is a reason this is on most peoples lists of top Voyager episodes. And yes, I know I am cheating by putting both episodes on the same spot on my list, but like Janeway, I make my own rules. This is the most action packed two-parter in the series, serving as a kind of what-if scenario if the Voyager crew went down a more dangerous path. It ultimately ends with the ever present “Voyager-Rest-Button” but this is the best use of it. This is the most bad-ass episode by a long shot, also giving great character interactions, as well as commentary of grief and family.

5. Living Witness

This one is for all of my TNG lovers out there, you will love this one. Living Witness sees the Doctor’s program ending up in an alien museum in the distant future where an exhibit shows the species interactions with the crew of the Voyager. It is up to the Doctor to clear the name of his crew, and himself. This is amazing commentary of how history can be warped by those that recount it. Of course I also enjoy the absolutely savage portrayal of the Voyager crew - you can tell they had a good time with this one. Overall, this is a story you could only see on Voyager and is excellently done.

6. Timeless

This episode is iconic. If you have seen media referencing Voyager, you have most likely seen the image of the Voyager crashing into an ice planet in some amazing for its time CGI (that holds put pretty dang well even today). This is a strong episode for both Chakotay and Kim, two of Voyagers other most under used characters, seeing them try and create a slipstream with the Delta Flyer to get home. While the Delta Flyer is ultimately successful in this, the Voyager and the rest of the crew ends up dead. Chakotay and Kim take it upon themselves to change the events of the accident.

7. Counterpoint

There is a reason that this is Kate Mulgrew’s favorite episode (other then the fact that she gets to kiss an alien). This is Janeway at her absolute best - intelligent, cunning, and a master of her craft. This sees Janeway help a group of telepaths cross a region of space where a xenophobic ruling body does not allow them. After frequent inspections, Janeway takes in a defector from the xenophobic race, who tries to get her to divulge her secrets. She, however, was always one step ahead of him in a brilliant power play that I can only describe as spicy.

8. Someone to Watch Over Me

Someone to Watch Over Me is a story about what it means to be human, a theme often discussed in Star Trek. This sees the Doctor, a hologram, show Seven, a woman rebuilding her sense of self after spending most of her life in the borg collective, teach her what he has learned about relationships. It’s like the blind leading the blind, or in a more Star Trek example, the blind teaching an Andriod how to paint. Throughout their time together, they both seem to teach each other a lot - Seven gains many incites into how to be more human and the Doctor learns what it is like to be in love. A heartwarming episode.

9. Collective

Members of Voyager’s senior staff are abducted by the borg... children. Five who have been separated and awoken from there maturation chamber struggle between being borg and being individuals. This is, however, not a borg story, it is a story about being human. As Seven was saved from the collected, she went through a transformation under the guidance of her friends family and now it is time for her to help these children in the same way.

10. The Void

After becoming trapped in a Void with no way of escape, they soon find that ever ship is out for their own in this region, everyone stealing what they need to survive. It becomes a battle of morals - do you take back from those who have stolen from you and then some? Do you use what has been stolen from others for your personal gain? Where do you draw the line for the sake of survive. The Voyager spearheads a mini federation type alliance of sorts, finding strength in unity and numbers, and, in the end, it is the understanding of others that allows for the Voyager and the members of the alliance to escape

These are not necessarily the best episodes of Voyager, but I think these are episodes that you can watch on their own with no other knowledge of Voyager to really get a feel for the series and the characters. Of course, I would love to know what other episodes you would include. Personally, I would have loved to include episodes like Course: Oblivion, Author Author, and Dark Frontier, but out of context, these episodes will give that Voyager flavor we all know an love.

[coridotmp3]

(this one's for @whistler-king <3)

the king had given him a fortnight to decide.

for days after they were sent home, his father begged him not to accept this proposal. they would think of another way! there had to be another way. he would rather lose the farm than lose his tom to that surly wretch of a man.

but tom wasn't a fool. he knew there was no other way. once king cain set his sights on something, it would take hell freezing over for it to escape his grasp.

ever the dutiful son, tom would accept and give himself to his king and country without hesitation. if this was his penance for letting pete board that ship, he would pay it happily.

his father begged and pleaded until a messenger came to collect tom's answer in writing. it felt like a stake through his heart once he realized that the first letter he would ever send wouldn't be to his love.

his father mistook his tears for ones of dread, and made one last attempt to talk him out of it.

"it's just land! we can find other professions. no farm is worth your sanity."

"we both know that this farm is more than land. this is our home. we have lost so much already, let me save something for once. let me save this land."

he had wanted to save the farm for his father's sake, but selfishly, part of tom wanted to keep that land for himself. every inch of that farm had been marked by pete's presence, from the hills where they would race on horseback to the garden where they would watch the stars and profess their dreams for the future. that future no longer existed, but if the land remained untouched, the past could live forever.

accepting the proposal would guarantee that. marrying that man would give his pete a legacy unmarred by pirates and thievery.

accepting his proposal also meant having access to the king's power, having what felt like the world at his disposal.

he would have the most powerful military under the sun answering to his call. sure, he may not be allowed in the room where the decisions were made. (although his intellect far surpassed those that the king kept in his cabinet) he doubted cain would see him as anything more than a pretty face and a body to keep his bed warm.

however, tom had learned when he was young that a pretty face, a well timed smirk, and a quick wit could bend even the strongest of wills. all he needed was a chance to get into the king's head.

he needed to stay focused on his goal. in front of the courts and the people, he would be the charming, grateful king consort. when their backs were turned, he would have to be strong, allow no room for error, become a man of ice.

then, he would have his revenge. he would have all the forces needed to bring the mighty Maverick to his knees.

his head on a silver platter would make for a fine wedding present, after all.

and if i say icemav princess bride au

[mimondee]

ᴀɪʀ ᴍᴀʀs ✺ expression of ideas, active communication and imagination, mental challenges “please like and/or reblog if you found this useful! thank you ♡”

ＧＥＭＩＮＩ [ｔｈｅ ｃｒｉｔｉｃ] ✦ need to have the freedom to take any action or to pursue any desires they might have ✦ quick, smart, skillful, argumentative, sarcastic ✦ their goals are usually adjusted to whatever new ideas come to their minds ✦ quick to initiate, but just as quick to withdraw ✦ energy is nervous and sporadic ✦ the way they fight is articulate, cynical and cold at times; “talking the other to death” and confusing their opponent ✦ desires are easily acquired and easily let go of, multiple and mental, but can also tend towards shallowness, conflicting and lacking emotional content strengths: ⇢ sharp-tongue, clever, agile, flexible ⇢ may pursue many things simultaneously, being able to handle more than one thing at a time ⇢ perceptive tactician ⇢ ability to write/speak well and may be fond of reading ⇢ thought precedes action weaknesses: ⇢ superficial, weak, scattered, cynical ⇢ may lack continuity ⇢ forceful in their speech, fault-finding and critical ⇢ too much fuss over nothing ⇢ overwhelmed with things to do at times ⇢ forever thinking

ＬＩＢＲＡ [ｔｈｅ ｄｉｐｌｏｍａｔ] ✦ a need for social interaction ✦ their actions are likely to be influenced by the social aspects of their lives ✦ making decisions for others rather than for themselves and may be hesitant about making a decision ✦ tendency towards easily changing their mind ✦ avoiding aggressive conversations, but most of the time they’re ready to compromise ✦ energy is relaxed and well regulated ✦ they fight with style, never direct and make the effort to remain as fair as they can, but when their “fuse blows”, they become ice-cold and rejecting ✦ desires are focused on relationships, on harmony (social harmony in particular) and always consider other people’s wishes, but this can also lead them to be dominated by others’ wishes and seek harmony at all costs strengths: ⇢ the chess player ⇢ using charm and amiability to achieve their goals ⇢ they’re a clever strategist who always considers the other person’s move(s) ⇢ may somewhat lack the ability to put things in practice, but they’re extremely good on the theoretical end ⇢ they need some type of consent in order to take action ⇢ sensitive to the will of others weaknesses: ⇢ the appeaser ⇢ may lack the willingness to engage in any conflict, which can lead to indecision and compromise ⇢ their plans often don’t pass the “planning phase” ⇢ indecisive, easily distracted, dependent, irresponsible ⇢ tendency to manipulate others to accomplish their goals and put too much time into socializing ⇢ separations, broken bonds and difficulties between them and the people in their lives can be a theme here

ＡＱＵＡＲＩＵＳ [ｔｈｅ ｃａｌｃｕｌａｔｅｄ ｐｅｒｓｏｎ] ✦ need for change and, at a deeper level, for personal identity ✦ rebellious, cool, idealistic, revolutionary, progressive, thrill-seeking ✦ not much urge to turn their decisions into actions ✦ not easily provoked and tensions that may arise disappear just as quickly as they appeared ✦ tendency to adopt moral high ground and use unconventional ways to assert themselves ✦ dynamic energy ✦ well-considered, strategic and clever when they’re fighting, but at times will look down on their opponents ✦ desires revolve around the future, originality, freedom and individual growth and expression, but they may also want change for the sake of change, constantly dissatisfied with the present strengths: ⇢ the urge to discover ⇢ strong-willed, idealistic, individualistic, independent ⇢ unconventional approach when pursuing a goal ⇢ at times they don’t give any thought on practical matters and focus purely on the abstract ⇢ unrestricted by rules and traditional ⇢ motivation comes from vision and idealism; humanitarian weaknesses: ⇢ fighting against an imaginary opponent ⇢ revolutionary, uncompromising, erratic, stubborn ⇢ can be unpredictable with a glacial approach ⇢ tendency to force their opinions onto others ⇢ may lack personal touch/feeling ⇢ at times, they may use social causes in order to push their personal agenda ⇢ motivated by causes

[look-at-the-soul]

The Reward (Cillian Murphy x OC)

Summary: An oversight can change your life in a matter of seconds and it can lead you to lose a valuable member of your family.  A lost dog in a new neighborhood. Endless hours of searching. A reward. It all lead them to find each other.

Cillian Murphy x OC

Parts: 3/7 more here

A/N: Scout is the star of this story, because I love dogs.  A/N 2: This is my first Cillian Murphy fic, hope you like it! If you want me to tag you, just let me know :) your comments & feedback is appreciated ♥️

Notes: I got this beautiful picture from mrs_murphy52576xo on Ig! And I just finished reading the book, it’s a very good story :)

Edit: I found a slightly better picture♥️

This is the kind of place I imagined that’s described at the end.

Every time he had to say goodbye to Aidan his heart broke a little. He wanted to be involved in his son life, he wanted to see everything, being present.

Cillian really enjoyed to sit on the floor with him, chase after him in the park, make him laugh. Sometimes, he would just stare at him, discovering new things, new sensations and found himself smiling for no reason, collecting moments in his heart. Scout was a big part of those moments, he once found Aidan and Scout taking a nap on Scout’s bed.

And that’s exactly why he felt heartbroken.

Now, with Aidan back home with his mother and Scout missing, he would all by himself.

“Where are we going?” Asked the kid in the back of the car, interrupting Cillian’s thoughts.

“With your mother.” 

“I want ascrim.”

“What?” His mum asked.

“He means ice cream.” Cillian said smiling.

“Sometimes I don’t understand a word he says.” 

“Stores are not open yet Aidan.” He lied, if he arrived at his mother’s house dirty, Cillian would never see the end of it.

“Will she sign something?” His mum wondered. “Like some proof that we brought him.”

“According to my lawyer that’s not necessary, I just have to send an email to her lawyer and mine with a picture while he’s walking the steps.” Cillian said.

His lawyer decided to protect the arrangement to provide evidence if they needed it in the future. You never know what could happen and even though it wasn’t requested, Cillian decided it was a good idea, that way they would never be able to say he wasn’t around his son’s life. He also recently started a fund in a bank for his son’s future college.

Usually the pickup and drop off was handled by his mum, he didn’t even get close to the steps of his ex-house, let alone his ex-wife. He hoped in a future the relationship wouldn’t be so stressful, for the sake of his son.

Cillian stepped out of the car to help his mum, then he got Aidan out as well.

He bent down to be at his child height.

“Hey, I want you to be good ok?” He raised his hand and Aidan gave him a hi five. “Do you homework, obey your mother, brush your teeth at night too, and I will see you in a couple of days.”

The kid nodded and gave him a hug.

“Now give Momma a kiss too.”

Aidan took his grandma’s hand and walked towards his house.

“Bye daddu.” He said looking back at his dad.

“Bye kiddu.” Cillian answered with the same voice and waved his hand.

He decided to wait in the car for his mother, but after a couple of minutes, saw the two of them walk again towards the car, hand in hand. Cillian opened his door and put one foot on the floor, trying to guess what was happening.

“She is going to be out for the weekend, said she would leave him with her brother.” His mum announced.

“Of course not, I take care of my son.” Cillian lifted the kid and held him against his hip to accommodate him in his seat. “Let’s go mum.”

While he was surrounding the car, he raised his voice to say: “At least you could have my lawyer fucking know to save us the drive.” He knew she would be listening behind the door. But before she changed her mind, he drove away.

“Change of plans Aidan, it seems you will be with me a couple of days, is that all right?”

“All right!” He repeated chirpily. “Ascrim?”

Cillian and his mum laughed. Life would be easier if everything could be fixed eating ice cream.

“What flavor will you have baby?”

“Chocolate Momma!”

“I didn’t know they had turned Momma into chocolate.” Joked Cillian looking at his son through the rear-view mirror.

***

She usually took the bus to go to the restaurant, but now with her four-legged friend she couldn’t do it, so she hoped he would enjoy the ride as she rolled down the windows. 

Her phone started ringing, it was Debbie. 

“What do you mean you slept with him?!”  her husband raised an eyebrow and slowly, made his way towards Debbie to listen over her shoulder.

“That means you are done with the banishment over men?” Jeremy asked. They were good friends. 

“I’m talking about a dog, Jeremy, Liv slept with the dog she rescued.” 

“Oh,” he looked disappointed. “I was hoping I could have a new friend to have a pint with.” He lost interest now and walked away from his wife. 

“He was clean, as a matter of fact, smelled like he just got a shower, and I checked him.” Liv defended. 

“Did you find the owners?” 

“No.” Liv parked. “I hope I can find his family today.” 

Debbie sighed. “But what if you don’t?” 

 “I’m going to take him to my parents’ house during the weekend, he can have more space there.” 

“So, you are going to keep him?” 

“What else am I supposed to do? I’m not going to abandon him.” 

“I know you won’t. Send me his picture so I can ask around.” 

And with that they said goodbye. She asked her furry friend to behave so he could join her while she worked. They walked out of the car and he trotted next to her. 

“Hello everyone, today we have a very special guest with a refined discerning palate. So please go the extra mile today and he might even give you his paw.” She asked kindly to the staff of her restaurant. 

“Oh, please get that furry thing away from my sight.” Chad asked making a face. 

He was the manager of the restaurant, and a very close to her heart person. 

But he didn’t like dogs.  

“He’s charming Chad. I need some chicken for him please, just boil it with water, no onions, or garlic.” 

“Just keep him away from my kitchen.” 

“Can I have a volunteer to keep an eye on him?” Most of the personal got close to pet him and left smiling. 

“I can take care of him.” Offered Jackie. “you know, stay outside in the back with the phone for the reservations.” 

“You are the best, and you are getting a bonus for this.” They both smiled. “If you know someone who lost a dog let me know.” 

Jackie started walking with him. 

“Just be careful, he was trying to seduce me last night.” She joked. 

“Everything is ready for tonight’s proposal.” Chad announced as they made their way thru the place where the event would happen. The big light room happened to be the most impressive and beautiful part of the restaurant, it used to be a greenhouse in the past but they renovated it completely. During the weekends it was used only for weddings and big events, but during the weekdays it was a really nice restaurant. It was always full no matter the date. 

Surrounded by big trees, it looked like a fairytale. 

“The couple will be seated there.” Chad pointed. “It’s their anniversary from what I’m told. While family and friends will be waiting at the terrace.” 

“And the fireworks they requested?” 

“Done, security checked a hundred times to make sure we don’t get on fire.” He joked. 

“It looks like you have everything under control, like you always do. Thank you.” Liv smiled at him. 

A lot of people wanted to get married there, or celebrate something important like graduation, engagement parties. 

Liv never stayed, especially when it was a wedding, it was Debbie or Chad who were in charge of those. 

“I’m going to check the menu one more time, then I have to do some paperwork and after that I’m taking the rest of the day off.” 

“Did I hear right? You are taking some vacation time?” 

She rolled her eyes. 

“Yes, I'm looking for his owners.” Liv pointed at the dog outside. 

“When was the last time you took a proper vacation?” 

Liv stared walking to the kitchen. Chad following her. “Last Saturday, we had another wedding, and I wasn’t around.” 

“That doesn’t count as vacation darling, that’s because of your allergy to weddings and love.” 

“I’m not allergic, I just don’t like weddings.” 

Chad looked at her with worry. “It’s been years now Liv.” He saw her getting distracted with the menu. “Don’t you think it might be time to give it a try?” 

Tag list: @alreadybroken-ts @runnning-outof-time​

[clementinesjourney]

Record Shop Funk - Pt. 1 Like real people do

A.N. : Hey guys, so i had this idea yesterday, and i really hope you'll like it. <3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Words: 1,9k

Pairing: camboy!Steve x Reader, roommate!Bucky x reader, Stucky x reader (as the story goes)

Warnings: nothing yet :)

Summary: Who knew that having a secret crush, then a hearbreak will end in such a sweet thing..

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You and Bucky shared an apartment above the recordshop you both worked in. Your aunt was the owner of both, so it was a fairly good payment, and a fairly good apartment for a cheap price. It was a bright and big apartment with two bedrooms, so your decided to rent it out, all while searching for a helper to the shop downstairs. When Bucky came in applying for the job, you asked out of joke if he needs a place to live since you had seen around 5 people already and none of them felt right. His eyes lit up as he said he is in fact looking for a place. Since he was fitting for a job, and looked like a decent guy, you congratulated him on his new job, and asked if he wants to see the place today. You still had one and a half hour to close, but after it you would gladly show him the apartment.

He had nothing better to do, so he agreed to it, feeling happy about having a job he might actually like and a coworker he might actually will get along with.

-Do you drink coffee? I was thinking of getting one in the meantime. My friend works close by, and they make the best coffee in town. - He asked.

-I could go for one thank you - you smiled at him - iced cold-brew, no sugar, i'm sweet enough.. - you said with a smile.

He couldn't help but smile back at the joke. When he arrived at the café, he saw his friend Steve flirting with a girl whom he could visibly see trembling just cause he talked to her. Steve always had his way with girls, ever since the serum of course. After he broke up with Peggy, it was mostly just hookups, never finding a girl worth keeping around. Not as if they werent kind, pretty or good to him, it just never felt right. Bucky smiled at his friend, Steve immediately shifted his gaze from the girl, to a very happy Bucky.

-Did you get the job?

-Better.. I got the job, and she has a room for rent which i'll see tonight.

-Wow Bucky, i didn't know you were even better then i am.. sooo how does she look? - asked Steve with a slight wiggle of his eyebrows. He wanted Bucky to get a girl since ages and hearing this, his mind immediately ventured there.

-5'7, ginger, green eyes, freckles, curvy just the right places. why?

-Nothing Buck.. nothing.. - Steve said smirking at his friend.. Bucky never realized when he liked a girl, so he never really acted on it. He last had a woman back in the 40's.

-Sooo i know you didn't come to have chat with me, one black coffee and.. ?

-ah, iced cold-brew, no sugar..

After paying for the coffee, he hurried back to the shop, hoping to get to know his coworker a little bit better.

You thanked him for the coffee, and when you tried to pay, he refused.

-Next round's mine then. - You smiled at him with your 1000 watt smile, which again he couldn't help but smile back at.

-So tell me about you Bucky, what do you do in your freetime?

-Nothing really, just reading, spending time with my friends, kind of thats it.. I have a boring life really. What about you?

-Well, i work here, then i go home and listen to music, cook, god i love to cook, thats a big pro for the apartment.. just saying. - you said with a playful wink. - besides that nothing much. Sometimes i go to a nearby bar with my friends maybe concerts and thats it.

-I like washing dishes if that helps with the application for the room. - he said with a shy laugh which made your heart skip a beat.

- It sure does.. Do you leave your stuff around?

-No i'm a tidy person.. thank you very much. - he said cockily (just for the sake of being funny really).

-Okay okay, if you like it you can have the room, just promise to tell if you bring up a girl so i can leave. The walls are kind of thin.

-It's okay, i don't really...

-Oh um i'm sorry, i didn't meant to intrude, it just something i would really like everyone to add to their rental contracts. - you chuckled embarassed.

-Noo no, it's okay, i'm not embarassed by it. I guess i don't want hook ups, if one day there's someone i'll tell in advance.

-yea me too, i promise. If you end up renting it anyway haha. on that note it's time to close so i can show the room in a min.

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When you opened the door to the apartment Buckyquietly took in it all. It was really bright, white walls with paintings all over the walls, plants in every corner or shelf you can put one on, a comfy looking mustard couch, aztec-y rug under the coffeetable, and a wall fully shelved, filled with books and little trinkets, it looked like a home he never had a chance to have. The livingroom had an american kitchen on the side, island in the middle of the kitchen area, it was white, and blue which reminded him of greece, down the hallway you showed him the bathroom which of course had a lot of plants that liked the atmosphere of a bathroom, a shower in the corner and a bathtub under the window. You then showed the empty room he could rent out. It only had a shelf and a wardrobe, and a queen sized bed. No decorations, no signs of anybody ever living there. You then pointed to the room the opposit of what could possibly be Bucky's in the future, saying that is yours. You didn't show your room, he wasn't gonna go in there anyway, and showing your most private space on the first day didn't seem like a good idea either. You then invited him out to the balcony, watching the setting sun, smoking a cigarette.

-So thats about it, what do you think?

-I really like it, and i mean.. my workplace is pretty close so thats a plus, also you said something about cooking all the time.. sooo if it's alright with you i would love to rent it out.

-It's settled then roomie. I'll give you the keys, you can move in whenever you want to. Tomorrow we are closed, so maybe that would be ideal.

-Yea, then tomorrow it is then. I'll ask my friend to help, then we can maybe hang a bit if you're free.

-Sure, i have nothing planned, and it's good to know who i'll be living with. - you said with a smile.

Before closing the door, you said your goodbyes, and you realized what did you just do, after he wished you good night with a killer halfsmile that almost had your knees buckle. You just agreed to living together with possibly the most handsome man you've ever seen who is also your new coworker, so you will basically spend most of your time with him.. Guess we'll see how this goes you thought to yourself.

Morning came soon enough, you were sitting out on the balcony when you saw Bucky arrive with a very tall, just as handsome man, carrying boxes of books, and bags of clothing. Bucky looked up at the balcony, waving towards you, you waved back, then moved to open the front door before going back out to the balcony, resuming your coffee and smoke.

When they finished bringing all Bucky's stuff in, it was already midday, so you decided you'd order pizza for all of you, as in like a welcome present.

-Hey guys, i'm thinking of ordering pizza, what kind would you like?

-Oh (y/n) you don't have to. - said Bucky, earning a smirk from Steve as he looked back and forth between you two.

- Noo i insist, today won't be the day i'll start to slowly kill you with my cooking. - you said giggling a bit.

- Whatever's fine peach. - said Steve with a wink, that you decided was just out of friendlyness. You didn't veen knew his name, and he seemed like a lady's man anyways. Not really your type no matter how handsome and muscular he is.

- Steve, by the way, nice to meet you.

-(Y/n), likewise. - you shook his hand.

When the pizzas arrived you called them to the kitchen, listening to all their shared stories from their early years. They seemed like really close friends, and genuinely good people. You had a really great time. It was nearly 9 pm when Steve left, for saving a dame from dying cause of boredom he said. You and Bucky chuckled, then he let him out, closing the door, locking it for the night.

-I guess i have some packing to do, so.. good night (y/n).

-Good night Bucky, if you need anything just knock. - you said with a smile, and he couldn't help but smile back. He felt at peace. He had Steve, now he had a job, and a room to make a home of, and you as a new addition. You were so kind, so eager to help if he needed anything, he loved how the scent of raspberries and flowers lingered in the apartment mixed with coffee and cigarette smoke. It seemed to have a calming effect on him.

You heard a soft knock half an hour later. WHen you opened the door you saw a smiling Bucky, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

- Hey, um.. sorry. I forgot i didn't bring a blanket, could i borrow one until i get my own?

-Yea sure, i'll get one in a min. - You said, leaving the door open, letting him see a bit of "you" while you were searching for your spare blanket in your wardrobe. The room really was you. White, with mustardy curtains on the window, plants everywhere, books piled up here and there, a really comfy looking bed, pictures of you and your friends on the walls. And damn, your room smelled even more like you. If he wouldn't pay attention your scent would lure him into your room and never let him leave he thought.

-There you go. - you handed him the blanket smiling.

-Thank you very much.

Then he stood there for a moment drinking in the sight of you in front of him. You were wearing an oversized tshirt, that ended just around the middle of your thighs, hair in a messy bun, no makeup. He could swear he thought you were pretty before, but seeing you as you were made him fancy you even more.

With a small smile you told him goodnight again, then closed the door in his face.

You could hear his little laugh on the other side of the door, then his door closing. For the first time in months he didn't wake up in the middle of the night, and he didn't had a nightmare either. He was afraid he would, and then he would wake you up with his screaming, but looks like the blanket which smelled just like you calmed him enough.

After waking up because the rays of sunshine on his face, he smiled to himself guess i'll wait with getting my own blanket then...