#and u just know doing that turns his cheeks the prettiest shade of pink

[dipperscavern]

hmm just thinking about mentioning to jon that his hands look cold. he gives you a bit of a quizzical look as he nods. you’re at castle black, near a 700ft wall made of ice — he’s willing to bet that everyone’s hands are cold.

but he doesn’t have time to say any of that, cause you’re reaching for his right hand and slotting it between your thighs.

[alessiathepirate]

No Time To Die

FOXGLOVE: Lyutsifer Safin x fem!reader

Summary: Saying I love you wasn't anything new to them - they said it daily to the other. Saying it in another language on the other hand...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: the Russian I attempt to use, plus some very slight references to murder

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"Ya tebya lyublyu..." the words were quiet in the garden, no more than a whisper, even if the world around them was completely silent.

But still, Lyutsifer heard it.

The pronunciation of the words, the slowness and uncertainity in each syllable was so obvious - even strangers to the language itself would've noticed it. Safin did too.

He noticed it. He appreciated it much more because of it, and that was the reason why he stopped working with the plants.

He turned towards the voice, towards his lover, who stood there with a stiff posture. Her cheeks were a light shade of pink as he read the embarrassment and shyness off her face.

They seemed so different, the kind of people who would never in a million years could be imagined as a couple. But they were one, a very loyal and loving one. Even if his posture was serious and confident next to hers, even if she seemed too simple next to his complexity.

"Say that again-- please."

Her shoulders slightly fell forward as she hugged herself with her arms, her whole being screaming from anxiety.

"I'm sorry if I didn't say it right, I just wanted to-"

"No." his voice was soft as always, but with her it lost the kind of monotone seriousness he was known for - with her he didn't have to impress anybody, she was already his. "Please, say that again darling. I'd like to hear it again."

"Ya tebya lyublyu." the 'ly' sounded too dry and the 'u' too soft, but to Safin it was perfect. It sounded like perfection and she looked like it too, the most honest and alive thing in the garden and possibly on the island.

"Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu." he said as he examined her face, wanting to know if she understands it or not.

She did. He saw it on her face as it lit up.

"Did I say it right?" she asked as he looked up at him, her eyes meeting his as she quietly appreciated the beauty of his whole being.

"Yes, you did." Safin answered. "It was perfect."

She nodded, shyly understanding, because Lyutsifer never lies. He always tells the truth, no matter how he dresses it to make it sound prettier or how he uses a monotone undertone so it sounds like a fact.

He never once lied to her.

She can't lie to him either.

"I learned something else." she started, a slight confidence showing in her voice. "Ty krasivyy."

She waited patiently for his features to change, so she'll know he had time to take in and understand the meaning of her words.

Safin is, however, very hard to read. He is an open book most of the time, he doesn't hide anything at all, but still - that's the reason why he's so hard to read. The most honest man on Earth, yet he's the hardest to understand and solve.

A smile slowly formed on his face, a small one, the kind Safin's capable to do. It was simple, but it still made her heart beat faster than ever.

"I have seen many beautiful flowers on this island, yet you are the prettiest of them all." he complimented too and she felt her cheeks darken.

"I still like to listen to you talk about them." she explained.

"I can, anytime you want me to." Safin stepped closer, his arms still having a slow and serious movement as he gently touched her face, his thumbs drawing invisible circles into her skin.

He looked at her like she's the best thing on Earth.

He was still himself, he was always himself, yet he was much more honest around her. He showed her his emotional side - even if it wasn't the strongest part of him.

"Can you please tell me about the Foxglove again?"

"Of course, zolotse." the Russian came so easily from him, yet it was so sudden that she felt her heart flutter.

It must've been a nickname, she thought.

Nicknames from him were special, always special even if it was an everyday occurance. But hearing something like that in another language, in his, from a part of him, felt much sweeter, like an unexpected gift on a regular day.

As they slightly leaned over the purple flower, so beautiful yet so deadly, she examined his features, the way the light met his scarred skin. For a moment she thought about how no way on Earth could she imagine someone more perfect or lovely. Safin would say something to that, if she said that out loud. Something about how she feels about a killer that way, how she always sleep next to one with complete blind trust. She'd answer, to try to get her point through - Safin is one handsome killer. A very clever one too.

"I'd like to learn more." she spoke up suddenly. "In your language, about the flowers too."

A new kind of softness ran through his eyes for a second, but it disappeared just as quickly. He stretched his arm out towards her, letting her grab onto it gently as he slowly lead her out of the garden.

"If you'd like that, than it can be arranged..."

[lveclouds]

wanderlust(knj x reader)

a/n: this drabble is based off one of the prompts that were provided by the @btswritersguild net!!  ALL credits to @chilligyu​  and this angel for coming with the prompts, aus, etc.

original post🌸

genre: fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, road trip! au

word count: 1k+

pairing: namjoon x reader

rating: pg (for mild swearing, its brief so don’t worry) 

(lowercase intended) 

prompt: “you, me, the open road. don’t bother resisting, i already stole your keys.”

dedicated to: @sketchguk​ @ftnamgi​ @joonsbesitos​ @joonsbaby​ @monojoons​ @joonglows​ @agustkive​ @sweetheartjeongguk​ @jungkooksmoon​ @softguks​ @btsrespect​ @triviajeon​ @jeonsdear​ @jooniehasmyheart​ @joonieblossoms​ @hueseok​ @dylanxmin​ @honeylovecult​ @hoseoknysus​ @flowerseok​ @flowershobi​ @starlightstae​ @starlightseoks​ @mmmikrokosmos​ @gguksbby​ @gukkism​ @guksheart​ @ppersonna​ @brilliantlybasicb​ @yourdelights​ @koosgrl​ @blossomkoo​ @kookscrescent​ @ghibliu​ @nahfamily​  @thinksshesawolf​ @roguebangtan​@paradisesgf​@ilivesoilove​@rapmooni​ @raplineing​ @rmon​ @onherwings​ @v-hope​​ and all of my mutuals for supporting me!!! ily all to the moon and back!!! 

you woke with a start, the bright early morning sun nearly blinding you as you struggled to sit up, reaching for your phone, which had been tucked underneath your pillow, due to how exhausted from work you were last night; you couldn’t be bothered to place it on the nightstand. when your vision finally managed to adjust to the bright screen of your phone, you saw that you had missed a call from namjoon, your boyfriend of six months. smiling, you quickly dialed his number, eager to hear his voice. it’d been nearly three weeks since you last spoke to him, as your prospective jobs had gotten in the way of you two being able to spend time together. He picked up on the third ring, sounding a bit breathless. “hi babe, i hope i didnt wake you.” you blushed at the use of the endearment. “don’t worry, you didnt. i just woke up and decided to call you back. why did you call?” “ah, well, i just wanted to see how you’re doing, has work been ok?” “yeah, it’s going alright. my shift last night was a bit tiring, though.” “remember to get some rest, ok? i don’t want you to overwork yourself.” your heart warmed. namjoon was one of the most caring and selfless people you knew, always thinking of you before himself, which was one of the many reasons why you didn’t deserve kim namjoon as a boyfriend. “i’ve been taking care of myself, don’t worry.” you assured him. you hated to make namjoon worry, as he already had enough on his plate, with all the songwriting and producing he had to do. “oh, right! the reason why i called you is to ask if you’re free today.” “i am,why?” “oh, no reason. just be ready in fifteen, ok?” and before you could say anything else, the call ended. after sitting and staring at your phone in disbelief for a good five minutes, you eventually got up and started to get ready. 

fifteen minutes later, there was an excited knock on your door, and you practically ran to open it. almost immediately, you were engulfed in a hug, strong arms wrapping around you tightly. the corners of your lips curved up into a small smile as you threw your arms around namjoon’s neck, burying your face into the crook of his shoulder. “i missed you.” you whispered. “missed you too.” after you pulled away, namjoon shot you that gorgeous smile of his, adorable dimples on display. “ready for our trip?” “huh? what trip? i haven’t packed anything! why didn’t you tell me we were going somewhere?” namjoon laughed. “it was supposed to be a surprise.” “so, we’re going on a trip? right now? with no destination in mind?” namjoon nodded. “yep.” you sighed. “i dont’t know, joon.” “please babe? It’s going to be fun, i promise! we’ll be able to spend lots of time together!”you hesitated. unlike namjoon, you weren’t the spontaneous type. you liked to have a plan or an idea of what you were doing. “think about it! you, me, the open road. oh, and, by the way, it’s kinda pointless to resist.” you narrowed your eyes in suspiscion at the slight mischief in namjoon’s voice. “why?” “i might’ve stolen your car keys.” “kim namjoon!!” you cried out in disbelief. “are you kidding me? so, you’re telling me that the reason why i’ve had to wake up at the ass crack of dawn to catch the subway is because you stole my damn car keys??” namjoon grimaced at the slight frustration and anger in your voice. “u-um, yes? you sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of your nose, exhaling deeply. after a long, awkward silence, you said”ok, fine. i’ll go on this trip, but if we get stranded or lost in the middle of nowhere, i’m blaming it on you.” namjoon laughed nervously. “fair enough.” “ok, well, do i need to pack anything? or?” “no, you don’t need to. i dropped by your mom’s house earlier and picked up some clothes and toiletries.” “wait, my mom knows about this?” “mmm. she was the one who called me and suggested that we go on a trip together. and, as your future husband, i have to listen to my mother- in law.” your face flushed scarlet at the thought of being married to namjoon. “well, are we going?” “y-yeah. ok.” namjoon grinned, reaching out and lacing his fingers with yours. “sorry for getting mad at you earlier.””it’s fine. i should be the one apologizing, after all, i inconvenienced you.” you shook your head. “no, you didn’t. besides, i kinda liked taking the subway, saves me gas.” you joked. the next thing you knew, you were in the passenger seat of namjoon’s car, humming along to the soft  r n b song that was currently playing on the car speakers. occasionally, you would sneak glances towards namjoon, who was trying not to crash into anything as he drove, perfect eyebrows furrowed in concentration. even after six months of dating, you still couldn’t believe that namjoon was yours. perfect eyebrows, the cutest button nose, light brown eyes that always looked at you with such love and adoration, sharp jawline, and the prettiest pair of lips you’d ever seen on a guy. they were soft and plush and like heaven to kiss. however, your favorite feature of namjoon was definitely his smile. his eyes would turn into crescent moons, crinkling at the corners, and the cutest set of dimples would appear, indented in his cheeks. the sight of him smiling was enough to get your pulse racing, no matter how many times you’d seen it. intelligent, soft-spoken, thoughtful, gentle, dorky, emphatic, humble, witty, talented, unfailingly polite, caring and loving were just some of the words that you would use to describe namjoon, for he was all of that and more. you truly didnt deserve him, and you couldn’t be more grateful for him, especially when for putting up with you on days where you were at your worst. “what are you thinking about?” namjoon asked, bringing you back to reality. you shook your head, smiling fondly. “nothing, just wondering how i got so lucky.” a light shade of pink settled across namjoon’s face. “i-i could say the same. i know i don’t say it a lot, but i love you.” you laughed, leaning over to plant a soft kiss on namjoon’s cheek. “i know, joon. you don’t have to tell me, for you simply putting up with me all these months is enough.”

a/n: i hope you all enjoyed this, and again, thank you all for continuing to support my writing!! i love you all so so so so so so much and i hope that my fics can bring a smile to your face! And i promise my next drabble will be a jin one lskdjfklsdjfdslk i just had the sudden urge to write this drabble after seeing the prompt post sdkjfsdkljklj

[dingletragedy]

“Do you have a ride home?” please! :D

this turned into a ‘stangers meet at a gig’ au!!! thank u xx

If there’s one thing you should know about Aaron Dingle it’s that he really fucking loves Arctic Monkeys, alright? And he’s not about to miss their first Leeds gig because none of his arsehole mates have a clue what good music sounds like.

Aaron think the world has needed a band just like Arctic Monkeys for a while now, and they’ve more than managed to fill the gap left behind by the like of the imploding Libertines.

It’s 2007 and the unique sounds of Whatever People Say I am, I’m not have been pouring from every radio station for the past year now, the British are seemingly drawn towards gnarly lyrics and thick Yorkshire accents.

He even catches Cain singing along in the garage from time to time.

Some would say Aaron is a little bit obsessed with Arctic Monkeys (and even a little more obsessed with Alex Turner).

So that’s how he’s found himself here - in the cramped o2 academy, only a few rows from the front. There are bodies pushing against him, he’s paid six quid for a pint and he can’t see for the fucking giant in front of him.

But he’s positive it’s going to be the best night of his life.

He just wasn’t expecting this blond fucking giant in front of him to contribute to the best night ever.

—

Robert’s not sure why he’s here really, he’s never been much of a music fan but well he’s from  Sheffield, isn’t he?

It’s obligatory to love Arctic Monkeys.

Hailing from industrial Sheffield’s suburban depths just like Robert himself - he feels a connection to them - the lyrics give him a sense of home and comfort - which he’s been missing since he moved to Leeds in the attempt to gain a degree.

Now he’s here he’s glad he dragged himself out of the hell hole he calls a bedroom, staring at the same four walls gets tiresome.

And now, well, he feels alive again. Blood pumping and roaring in anticipation.

—

The band were only halfway through the third song, the crowd throwing themselves about to the sounds of Mardy Bum, bodies thrashing into each other and beer soaking his t-shirt and Aaron was well and truly pissed off. H

He hasn’t managed to escape the fucking giant in front of him yet, and to make matters worse he’s now throwing his long limbs around as if he’s the only person in this damn venue.  

Aaron sighs loudly, just by the ear of the giant, which got him his desired effect because the lad turns around to face Aaron.

And wow, to say Aaron is pleasantly surprised would be an understatement.

But no, he’s pissed off remember? He can find someone else to chat up - someone who’s not ruining his night.

“Oh sorry mate, I am blocking your view?” The stranger says, and Aaron would be sure he was being sarcastic if he didn’t look so genuine.

“Nah mate, not at all - I just can’t see a fucking thing” Aaron replies, patience snapped.

Ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer.  

The lad has the decency to look affronted before his face changes into that of someone who’s just had a terrible idea.

“I’ll put you on my shoulders,” The man shouts over the music.

“You what?”

“So you can see” The man says, as if it’s that obvious.

“You’re mad mate”. Aaron shouts with a shake of his head. Knows he’s only seconds away from giving into the awful idea.

“Come on, it’ll be fun.”

And fuck it Aaron thinks.

Before he has time to process it, he’s sat on a strangers shoulders, and God, if his mates could see him now he’d never hear the end of it, would he?

But well, Aaron’s looking at it from one perspective; he can finally see Alex Turner can’t he?

And he can’t deny that he’s quite enjoying the feel of the stranger’s hands on his thighs, the warm pressure sending tingles down his spine.

—

It’s not until halfway through the gig that Aaron learns the name of the gigantic idiot, or better known as, Robert. Aaron’s sure it’s a name he won’t be forgetting anytime soon.

He spends the rest of the gig stood in front of Robert, and if there’s a bit of waist grabbing and finger brushing occurring then that’s no one’s business.

And if Aaron wasn’t so bloody obsessed with the band playing, he’d of dragged Robert to the toilets by now.

The crowd was still packed tight, which forced everyone to come together in a slow, sweaty grind of bodies, his back inching closer to Robert’s chest with every song.

They’re both sweaty messes and they gripping onto each other to void being separated by the waves of the mosh pits, but Aaron can’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be than nestled in the curve of Robert’s body right now.

With the exception of Robert, Aaron dislikes everyone in the room.

—

The gig comes to a close with Aaron still pressed impossibly close to Robert. Robert had his chin resting on Aaron’s shoulder and the whole thing feels horribly domestic but thrilling all at once.

As they get outside Aaron drinks Robert’s appearance in, he knew he was attractive, sure, but the dim lights in the club hadn’t done him justice at all.

The first thing Aaron notices about him are his lips - thick and tinted the prettiest shade of pink he’s ever seen, kissable in a way he never knew lips could look.

His smile’s gorgeous, and the dusting of freckles on his nose and cheeks becoming darker under the street lights.

His eyes are hazel and spotted with flecks of gold and green and Aaron thinks he could get lost in them. Wants to get lost in them.

He can feel his own mouth go dry as he looks over broad shoulders and big hands, one of which is resting on his own shoulder.

Robert gives him a light shove to his shoulder, snapping him out of his stance.

“So..” Robert let’s hang awkwardly in the air, and Aaron doesn’t know what say for the best. He doesn’t want this, whatever this is, the end yet but he can’t ignore the fact that the last bus is coming by in ten minutes.

“Look um -” Robert starts up again, “Do you have a ride home? Or I mean - we could - look - do you wanna go grab a bite to eat or something? I could murder a Maccies right about now.” Robert finally stammers out.

Robert prides himself on his confidence but Aaron’s unraveling him.

And Aaron hates himself right now, he has this opportunity to spend time with this amazingly beautiful man but he’s going to have to walk away from it.

Just likes he has to walk away from everything good in his life.

Except he doesn’t this time because Robert drove here. He’s ditched his mates in favour of driving Aaron home.

“You’re not going to murder me are you?” Aaron says, his Mum’s voice nagging in his head.

“No, I can promise you I’m not capable of that, but I am going to take you out for a drink.” Robert states with a raises of his eyebrow and a quirk of his lips.

The cocky shit.

—

So maybe they do go to Macdonalds and sit occupying a table in the back, sharing a strawberry milkshake and exchanging sugar sweet kisses, until 2 am.

And maybe Aaron has just given Robert the blow job of his life in the back seat of Robert’s Corsa.

And maybe Aaron will get to see his favourite band with his new boyfriend next year.

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